altusimperius: (puppy eyes)
altusimperius ([personal profile] altusimperius) wrote in [community profile] faderift2019-10-01 02:03 pm

[open] far from my mother's home

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: October catch-all
WHEN: throughout Harvestmere
WHERE: Kirkwall dungeon/gay baby jail
NOTES: will add if necessary




For Riftwatch members in good standing, there's a built-in captive audience residing in a cell below the Kirkwall mage tower. One barred window peeks out onto the dreary courtyard, and on the opposite wall an interior door opens onto a dark, torchlit hallway, a bench placed on the wall facing in for the comfort of guests and interrogators.

Inside the cell, every day is the same. Sometimes Benedict is sleeping on the little bed supported by chains from the wall, sometimes he's pacing, sometimes he's standing on his toes to rest his chin on the windowsill, hands gripping the bars to keep himself upright, starved for any form of stimulation whatsoever.

Increasingly, he can be found sitting or lying on the floor of his cell, staring at the ceiling or fiddling with the straw scattered on the floor, bending and twisting it in such a way that, on closer inspection, he might be trying to figure out how to weave it.

Visitors will find him quite receptive, even excited to see them. Unless they're Flint.
sulahnan: (heh)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2019-11-09 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome!" Chipper in the face of his quietude. She snaps her fingers, remembering: "Oh, and Flint told me to tell you not to eat the paint."

sulahnan: (smirk talk)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2019-11-14 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean it doesn't really matter anyway since the pigments aren't poisonous at all. I think they're all made out of edible plants and stuff."
sulahnan: (talking down)

[personal profile] sulahnan 2019-11-18 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure sure," she gives a little wave, yes, of course, obviously, and starts to walk away. "But you could, if you wanted to."

She'd throw in a fuck Flint if she didn't have a sneaking suspicion that he can somehow hear everything she says.