Who: Riff and anyone visiting him
When: All month
Where: His apartment in Larmline, first floor, room six
Style: I'll match <3
Status: Open
[Riff hadn't had much to when he'd been placed on house arrest. There was only so much cleaning, baking, and tea-making one could do when by themselves, and with his hands mangled, use of them was limited as it was.
Then, not even a few days into his accepted incarceration, he'd lost his ability to see. He'd heard the broadcast and he understood why it had happened, but that fact didn't help him find his way in his unfamiliar apartment. He would trip over things he'd forgotten were there and he'd broken a couple glasses and mugs trying to reach for them and knocking them off, really, he wasn't doing all that well.
He knew that, with time, he'd get used to his surroundings enough to function, but it was a frustrating process. The added stress of knowing he couldn't leave and his only interactions were likely to be people wanting to know things Riff couldn't tell them often made him wonder if it wouldn't be better to find one of the people so eager to end his life and let them.
Lord knew he wished he could do it himself.
He thought about it often enough, it wouldn't be the first time he'd tried, and it wasn't like he had his lord Cain to live for anymore. But he couldn't. The risk that Riffael would be back in control and Riff would be unable to stop him from hurting others again was just enough to stay his hand.
For now he would have to endure and help make amends as best he could.]
((OOC: All replies will be made by ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
loyaljudas)) ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}