[open] watching paint dry

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and you
WHAT: Working on the dining hall mural, smoking elfroot, making himself useful one small task at a time
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: mostly the dining hall, sometimes other places
NOTES: ART

I. Style Taste Class

Already something of a serious person by nature, Benedict has never been more invested in a project than he is in his newly-appointed task of livening up the dining hall-- even his work as a chamberlain was more detached than this, what with him making stylistic decisions but not personally implementing any of them.

He's requested a little scaffold be set up so he can get above the large tower doorframes, and he can be found there at all hours that he isn't in Byerly's office, which is to say, in the mornings and late at night. When he sleeps is unclear, but based on the bags under his eyes, that doesn't come often.

But he seems cheerful enough, for who he is, and is usually open to conversation with diners and passersby as his painstaking design begins to take shape*.

*it's an approximation obviously

II. Recreation Station

When not at work either for Byerly or on his Masterpiece, Bene can be found lounging with his semi-erstwhile hookah in a spare room of the mage tower, having amassed a small number of battered and disused pillows and blankets to make the place homier.
His presence there is usually indicated by the smell of scented smoke, much like his former neighbors would be used to when he still had a room of his own, but fortunately he keeps the window open to let things vent properly.

III. Wildcard

The usual stuff is happening! Make your own prompt or hit me up for one.

Comments

[keenly]

Colin quickly grabs a hose and passes it to Byerly, trying to decide if he's relieved he's staying. By seems incredibly tense about it all. But maybe this will be a good thing. Maybe a bit of elfroot and food and company will help him get over himself.

"We're about to pierce Ben's ear," he says with a smug little smile, pulling a sort of wallet from his belt and fishing for a needle.

[altusimperius]

"We're what,"

[sulahnan]

In unison with Benedict, but far more excitedly: "We're what?"

[bouchonne]

And suddenly perking up, "Ooh." To Athessa - "I'll grab his feet if you grab his arms."

[keenly]

"I gave you an earring, Ben, how did you think this was going to go?"

Colin has way too much glee on his face for this to be healthy.

[altusimperius]

His gaze darting from person to person, the hookah's hose nearly to his mouth, Benedict looks like he might bolt at any second.

"...let's be reasonable," he says in a small voice, "wouldn't-- wouldn't want to get blood on anyone's nice clothes."

[sulahnan]

"Ben—" Athessa says, putting a reassuring hand on his arm and totally not preparing to restrain him. "—Look at how many earrings I'm wearing."

She tilts her head, and indeed her ears are veritably gilded.

"Don't be a pussy."

[bouchonne]

"There won't be that much blood, anyway," By says mildly. "It's just the ear."

[keenly]

"There won't even be that much pain," Colin says. "So long as you hold still."

[altusimperius]

Feeling rather ganged up on, Benedict purses his lips, hunches his shoulders, and nods tersely.
"Fine," he mutters, casting a dark glance Byerly's way-- here, maybe now they're even-- "just do it quick."

[sulahnan]

Grinning in triumph, Athessa moves to stand on her knees behind Benedict and puts her hands on his shoulders — but not before flicking his ear in the hopes of startling a reaction out of him.

"You're still the footman, Ser Human." She bobs her eyebrows at Byerly, and nods towards the other end of this unfairly tall friend called Benedict.

[bouchonne]

Byerly, no less tall, is easily able to lean over and wrap one arm around Benedict's ankles while keeping the other arm free to operate the hookah.

[keenly]

"Right or left?" Colin asks Bene pleasantly as he gets the needle and the earring ready.

[altusimperius]

"Ow--" He claps his hand over his ear when Athessa flicks it, then tries to pull his feet away before Byerly can grab them. "I don't need--!"

Scowling, "left, same as it was."

[keenly]

"It'll be just like a bee sting," Colin warns Bene immediately before pressing the needle through the mostly-healed hole in his ear. It is immediately followed by putting the earring in place and wiping away blood.

[sulahnan]

Pretending that Colin hasn't done it yet: "Well don't toy with the man, Colin! Get on with it!"

[bouchonne]

"What, no bloodcurdling screams?" By asks mildly.

[altusimperius]

"I've never been st-- ow," Bene whimpers, flinching, but the process is too fast for him to properly psych himself out for it. He touches the earring gently as he turns to glare at Athessa, then cuts his gaze to Byerly.

"I'll remember this," he mutters, "thank you, Colin, for being the only decent person here."

[keenly]

"You hear that?" Colin says smugly to By and Athessa. "I'm the decent one."

He applies a healing salve to the fresh wound, then begins to rotate the earring while slowly releasing healing magic. After a few moments, the ear is fully healed.

"There you are. Nothing to it."

[bouchonne]

"Oh, he likes the pretty boy who caused him pain," By murmurs as he releases Benedict's feet. "Pervert."

[sulahnan]

"Please," Athessa says with mock offense and gestures to Whiskey. "There are innocent ears listening!"

But she pats Benedict on the shoulder in lieu of a verbalized well done, and stands. There's spice cakes and other goodies with her name on them and she's not going to resist their siren call any longer.

[altusimperius]

"Jealous?" he shoots to Byerly as he stands, feeling infinitely better with the healing done, and on his way to the snack table he pauses to give Colin a grateful little kiss on the head.

"Whiskey's heard worse than that, I promise," he says as he makes a plate for himself.

[keenly]

Colin bites back an if I knew you liked it so much, maybe I should have gotten on top. Instead, he grins widely and begins to load his own plate.

"Thank you for calling me pretty," he tosses over his shoulder at Byerly.

[bouchonne]

"I might have considered it, but then I saw you whimpering about that tiny prick," says Byerly, which is a lie, because he would never have considered it.

Colin's thanks makes By remember a bit of his awkwardness. "Facts are facts," he replies, and takes another drag off the hookah.

[sulahnan]

There's much to chuckle at, here. Innuendo chief among them, but also more genuinely a nice laugh for Colin being complimented, and a cheerful grin aimed over her shoulder at the two of them.

It'd be nice if Byerly could just be friends with Colin again, wouldn't it?

But first:

"Wait," she looks at Benedict, unfairly tall next to her despite being a baby. "You've never been stung by a bee?"