The lightning startles him as intended, and everything changes very quickly, but not dramatically. Looking around, Benedict gasps deeply when his gaze lands on Atticus-- it's a face he hasn't seen in some time, and which has never been welcome. Abruptly he becomes aware that the person below his waist is Octavius, whose attentions he now desperately wishes would cease. Tugging at the ribbons, he finds that they've become rusty chains, which pinch his wrists familiarly, calling to mind what he was forced to wear in Kirkwall's dungeon.
"Oh no," he whimpers, glancing frantically from Octavius to Atticus, "no no no--"
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Date: 2019-02-12 08:17 pm (UTC)"Oh no," he whimpers, glancing frantically from Octavius to Atticus, "no no no--"