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Possibly. It's... different.
[He crosses his ankle over his knee, bending forward slightly to weigh in his mind how best to phrase it.]
The Game is all behind masks and closed doors, isn't it? Secrets upon secrets, she said this and he said that and maybe it's all a lie.
Tevinter society is, at.. at least as I've experienced it, rather more upfront. You may get stabbed in the heart, but you'll see who's doing it and know why, even if the reason is idiotic.
[He shrugs helplessly.]
Loki has more freedom to be reckless because he's a second son and his actions reflect less on his father's name, though I doubt anyone was happy he married an Orlesian. Dorian Pavus was excised entirely before he could truly compromise his family's status.
[He crosses his ankle over his knee, bending forward slightly to weigh in his mind how best to phrase it.]
The Game is all behind masks and closed doors, isn't it? Secrets upon secrets, she said this and he said that and maybe it's all a lie.
Tevinter society is, at.. at least as I've experienced it, rather more upfront. You may get stabbed in the heart, but you'll see who's doing it and know why, even if the reason is idiotic.
[He shrugs helplessly.]
Loki has more freedom to be reckless because he's a second son and his actions reflect less on his father's name, though I doubt anyone was happy he married an Orlesian. Dorian Pavus was excised entirely before he could truly compromise his family's status.
[Bene meets his eyes and shakes his head.
No siblings.]
No siblings.]
I thought--
[He almost disagrees, but shakes his head.]
--freedom isn't what I thought it was, in the end.
[He almost disagrees, but shakes his head.]
--freedom isn't what I thought it was, in the end.
Taking the pages, Bene looks them over, absorbs what he sees, nods. "I think I could do this," he confirms, leafing through them.
The opposite of slavery, living your life unbound by rules or responsibilities. I thought I was free for a long time. My enclosure was designed to give me that impression.
Is anyone truly unbound by them, though? Any respectable person, at least.
[He folds his hands between his knees.]
I'm under more restrictions now than I've ever been, but I still feel freer than when I was at home.
[He folds his hands between his knees.]
I'm under more restrictions now than I've ever been, but I still feel freer than when I was at home.
[He opens his mouth as if to protest, but stops, closing it with the faintest of smirks instead.]
Maybe not.
The kids were mostly shut in a side room with a few hookahs and a keg of wine to keep us entertained. Too fucked up to remember our own names, let alone who we'd touched that night.
[He's only slightly embarrassed by this.]
That's what I would've called a real party.
Maybe not.
The kids were mostly shut in a side room with a few hookahs and a keg of wine to keep us entertained. Too fucked up to remember our own names, let alone who we'd touched that night.
[He's only slightly embarrassed by this.]
That's what I would've called a real party.
[A slightly self-conscious grin; decadent blood mages indeed.]
I've never seen better.
[That might be a challenge, or a request.]
I've never seen better.
[That might be a challenge, or a request.]
Might as well use the hookah room, what with it being all decked out with pillows and something of a haven already.
Benedict looks over his shoulder at the door, then back at Colin, clearly a bit nervous as he fiddles with the hem of his tunic.
"Do I like... lay across?" he asks, possibly just stalling.
Benedict looks over his shoulder at the door, then back at Colin, clearly a bit nervous as he fiddles with the hem of his tunic.
"Do I like... lay across?" he asks, possibly just stalling.
How did he end up here? Why does this feel somehow worse than being locked in a dungeon?
Chalk it up to it being with Colin, whose opinion he values above most, and the fact that he, like a dumbshit, chose to debase himself in this manner.
Gingerly, he does as he's instructed, getting comfortable with his chin resting on his crossed arms.
"Dignified," he mutters, to no one in particular.
Chalk it up to it being with Colin, whose opinion he values above most, and the fact that he, like a dumbshit, chose to debase himself in this manner.
Gingerly, he does as he's instructed, getting comfortable with his chin resting on his crossed arms.
"Dignified," he mutters, to no one in particular.
Colin has never spanked anyone, so he's nervous himself. His hands shake a little as he pulls Bene's trousers down to bare his ass, though the shaking is really only perceptible to him.
"Since you're an adult," he says, "just...choose a word and I'll stop if you say it."
"Since you're an adult," he says, "just...choose a word and I'll stop if you say it."
For some reason this is unexpected, and Bene gives a shudder of surprise, taking a moment to collect himself before he can answer.
"Um," he thinks, his mind blanking, "Flint."
"Um," he thinks, his mind blanking, "Flint."
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