spread my spirit like a flock of crows.

Dr Benjie Bones | Witch | 41 | Professor of Divination at the Institute

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Are there any slaves you have your eye on?

“Uhm, Elliot comes to mind, Atticus, Daisy, I’m not sure who else, those are the first that I think of.”

@voulez-vousatticus, @daisyxlynch, @pretty-boyelliot 

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        Benjie groaned and sunk down so his head was resting against his desk. It was one of those days where the sigils on his arm weren't enough, He'd scribbled some more on his neck with sharpie and hoped for the best. It kept the voices at bay for the most part but he could still hear the occasional voice. It was the light that burnt today, seeing things in the corner of his vision, people that weren't there, spirits that lingered. Perhaps the ghosts of slaves that hadn't been so lucky in their stay here.

It felt like a migraine and a hangover combined.

He pressed his eyes into his arm, trying to make the world darker than dark in his already dark office.

There was a single beam of light that shone under his door it was obscured by a set of feet and the door opened, bringing light into the dark room. Benjie winced and gestured with his free hand, not bothering to look up lest it made his head pound.

“Please for the love of God, Lucifer and everything that is in between and beyond don't loiter in my doorway, come in and close the door.”

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Do you think you'll ever make a claim of your own?

“When the time is right.”

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Do you fear your own death?

“Yes, and no. I fear it because I have seen it, I fear it because I don’t know where I will end up when I die but i also do not fear it because everything dies in the end, Death comes for us all, he will just greet me as an old friend.”

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If you could be something other than human, what would you choose and why?

      “Technically I’m a Witch, but I suppose it’s semantics on whether a Witch is counted as a human. A mortal yes, but not a normal human. Though I suppose if I had the choice to pick something else, maybe a Reaper? I’m too steeped in death to be anything that doesn’t deal with death.”

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Weren't you and Faust supposed to be getting married? What happened there?

“We are getting married but we’re engaged. Planning a wedding takes time.. with the amount of family I have to negotiate with and sort out a goddamn seating plan where Aunt Jo wont start something with Cousin Mira and Sunny will try to hit on everyone so I don’t want him by the Institute guests and my father is an ass and I don’t want him near my friends but he’ll be a bastard if he doesn’t sit at the main table and.. you get my drift right? Plus it’s not the right time yet, and you know I’m a stickler for when things feel right. It’s the witchy senses.”

@feallans

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It's TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything and they'll have to answer truthfully.

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[pretty-boyelliot]

Beach Sneak || open&Elliot

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pretty-boyelliot‌:

His fingers tightened in his grip for a moment before pulling away, wiping one of his eyes.  He nodded and gave him a wet smile.  “Thank you, Mister Benjie,” he told him, softly and sincerely.  The thought of getting to talk to his mom again was making him permanently emotional.  “Um, I’m kind of scared of going back to the cells, after sneaking out… and you can say no, but, um, c-can I sleep over yours and Mister Faust’s house?  I don’t want to do anything with my mom tonight, I have to think of what to say first… what if she doesn’t want to see me?  Does it work like that?”

     “I was going to offer.” Benjie said with a little chuckle as Elliot pulled away. He draped his arm over Elliot's shoulder comfortably. “And I wouldn't do things tonight anyway, it's too late and I need to prepare. I can have a chat with your mum too before you but I'm sure she would want to talk to you.” Benjie offered Elliot a reassuring smile as he began to steer Elliot along the beach up to the path that would lead to his and Sam's home.

“We have the spare room in the house, or we have the private suite which is next to Anye's room. Would you like me to stay with you, not in a sexual way, just I feel like you might just want some company.”

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“Ah.” she said with a small nod. “So you’d be a good person to take to the island casino. Have you been there yet? Because if you ever want to check it out just let me know.” she joked with a small smile. “I’m Scarlett, by the way.” She offered, hoping her reputation hadn’t reached the man yet. 

       “It's a pleasure to meet you Scarlett.” He nudged her playfully, bumping his shoulder lightly against her. “And if you're offering to take me to the casino I wouldn't exactly say no. I'm always up for an adventure, especially with good company.”

He reached into his blazer, pulling out a silver cigarette case. Maybe he'd not been the most social of people of late, perhaps that was why he hadn't run into Scarlett before.. or perhaps he'd seen her in the lounge.. this place was so big it was hard to keep track really.

“Mind if I smoke?” He asked.

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professorxwolf‌:

Ciaran nodded briefly, understanding what the male was saying. If he had been in Benjie’s shoes, there wasn’t much doubt that he would have done the same thing. “It ain’t your fault that they have issues. As ya said, you were tryin’ to help. Ain’t no one that can fault ya for that. And if they do..then they don’t know ya for shit. Because ya don’t do things do be malicious. That ain’t the man that ya are” he assured him, his voice strong and very Irish stubborn.

When Benjie asked if he wanted to talk, bless him, Ciaran couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He could very well spill the whole sad story, as it didn’t appear to look like the other would even remember a thing in the morning. 

However, he may have melted just a bit at the graze of those long fingers. “This ain’t about me” he insisted, taking the witch’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Ya need to eat Professor Bones. Ya like pretzel bites with cheese? Fish and chips? Or maybe a good burger?” That’s right..he was going to be one persistent fucker. 

      Benjie whined, the sound escaping him before he could curb it. He was worried about Ciaran, worried about Sam, about Tenanye.. he never stopped worrying. The curse of his powers was he could sense things but many a time it wasn't a precise art. He might know something bad was going to happen but he didn't know who it would happen to until it happened. The constant state of high vigilance was exhausting and right now Benjie was cracking under all the pressure.

“A.. burger sounds good.. “ He mumbled. “Want.. t'help you too.. Ciar.. you're nice.. and sweet and.. I- I don't like to see people I care about suffering. Why.. why do people have to suffer? It's stupid and mean and do the Gods just sit back and watch and create pain for people for their own amusement? Are we just all ants in a magnifying glass of life? I hate it.. it's stupid. So fucking stupid. I.. I just want people to be happy and the world just goes fuck you and suffer and this place doesn't help filled with horrible people and I just have to sit and watch people suffer and I can't do anything. The last time I tried to help they ripped me apart, it broke me because I'm so fucking weak. I'm weak Ciaran and I don't know what to do.” Benjie continued to ramble, going around in circles really in frustration.

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daisyxlynch‌:

Daisy did smile a little at how easily they managed to comfort each other. There was that bond among same species that she had heard so much about around here. The way some of the wolves ran together, and the faes seemed to take joy in each others company. She felt that way about Benjie, he was her little island coven. 

“Oh.. Me too, I guess you could say” Daisy murmured. Technically Dhani didn’t live at Mister Scott’s, but she did worry that the breakup would mess things up at home so..it was all one in the same really.

She nestled close again, laying her head on his shoulder and giving another sad smile at the kiss to her newly changed black hair. “Do you wanna talk about it too? You can you know, it’s okay. I can make us some tea, or we can go somewhere?”

       “I'm quite content here.” Benjie said, all but curling around Daisy like the giant cat that he was when it came to affection. “Dun wanna move.” He mumbled as he pressed light kisses into her shoulder and bumped his head against it. He wished there was more that Benjie could do, but truth be told Benjie was so caught up with his life right now that he was exhausted. Everything was going wrong and it wasn't suppose to be like this.

“You go first.” Benjie said. “I'll talk after, I promise, and if you ever need it, I can always ask Scott if you can stay with me for a few days if you need a break?”

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A bad day | Open

Anderson blow off his classes and work. At this point, he couldn’t give a damn if he got into trouble. He was stumbling through the forest as it rained with no place in mind, just getting away from something, or anything. He wasn’t sure anymore, maybe it was everything. It seemed like the world was crashing down on him and he didn’t know what to do. He pulled out a cigarette with shaking fingers, cursing as he dropped it. He dropped to the muddy ground looking for it, jumping when he felt a hand on his shoulder, brushing it off. “ Look I’m not in the mood so let me have my fucking smoke then you can have your way with me.” He growled.

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      “Hey, buddy.” Benjie said softly. “I’m not going to do anything to you. I was just wondering if you’d rather get out of the rain and smoke somewhere with a roof.” Benjie dipped his head towards the house just behind the trees. 

“My bird saw you wandering and fetched me in case you was hurt. I’m a doctor.” As Benjie spoke a jackdaw flew down and landed on Benjie’s shoulder chirping lightly.

“My name is Benjie, I’m a professor here.”

[pretty-boyelliot]

Beach Sneak || open&Elliot

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pretty-boyelliot‌:

Elliot couldn’t believe it and would have totally ignored everything the other was saying if he wasn’t so focused on everything that he was saying.  But no, this was too important to get lost in the fantasy of seeing his mother again.  “I can already tell,” he told him.  His energy was really low, he could feel it, and Elliot himself felt almost repelled to, knowing that even the tiniest sips would be detrimental.  He pulled the other into a crushing hug, tearing up a bit at what the other was suggesting.  “Thank you, thank you so much, thank you!” he said, his voice a little muffled by Benjie’s shirt.

    Benjie smiled softly, wrapping his arms around Elliot in a tight hug. This is why he loved his powers, being able to reunite people, even for a little while and give them the closure they needed.

“You are most welcome.” Benjie said quietly, leaning down to kiss Elliot’s hair softly. “Anything you need, I’m here for you okay?”

[pretty-boyelliot]

Beach Sneak || open&Elliot

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pretty-boyelliot‌:

He nodded.  It was tough, he was right, and while he thought about his mother almost all the time, he rarely let himself sit and miss her and think about all the good times they had.  Elliot just hated January, plain and simple, and he knew the next few days would consist of him laying in his bed, finding those chocolate covered almonds she used to eat all the time and indulge himself in them.  At the question, he gave a half shrug.  “No?”  Then again, Elliot didn’t really know much about most people.  With Benjie’s implication, he froze in his stride and his heart dropped into his stomach.  The incubus slowly looked up at him, as if Benjie was about to snatch the words right out of thin air.  “Y-You can?” he asked, a quiet hope in his voice.  “Like I can talk to her, like, her her?  Not an illusion?”

      Benjie nodded. “Yes, one of my main abilities is being able to deal with people that have passed. A rather.. shall we say.. unique skill.” A pause, Benjie chewed on the inside of his cheek. “It's one of the reasons you wouldn't be able to feed off me, I'm well, you can feel if you like?” Benjie rolled up his sleeve and offered the incubus his wrist. Being between life and death didn't make for a good meal, not quite undead, but not enough life energy to sustain another.

“But I would be happy to do that for you, to reunite you with your mother.”

[pretty-boyelliot]

Beach Sneak || open&Elliot

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pretty-boyelliot‌:

He bit the corner of his lip when the other started smoking.  Elliot didn’t have the best memories associated with cigarette smoke, but he didn’t want to be rude.  Especially not when Benjie was letting him walk around at night with him.  “Oh, I think he’s already got them in,” he said, quietly.  Not even from him tempting fate, but his own rotten luck.  With a little sigh, he looked up at the stars as his answer.  “A couple days from now’ll be eight years,” he said, softly.  

     “Ah.” Benjie said softly. “I'm sorry. It's always hard dealing with the loss of a parent.” He pulled Elliot into a tighter squeeze, hoping the contact would be of comfort to the other. He fell into silence, merely strolling along for a while as the gears in his head turned away.

“You know I'm a Witch, right?” Benjie began almost absent-mindedly like he wasn't leading the conversation anywhere. He offered a cryptic smile. “I have quite the number of abilities and.. I know it can never replace the time you had with your mother but if you'd like to speak to her—see her—I can do that for you. It's one of the services I offer here on the Island.”

[pretty-boyelliot]

Beach Sneak || open&Elliot

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Elliot smiled and curled up under Benjie’s arm, careful not to jostle Quoth too much.  He sighed.  “I don’t know.  Part of it is because I never did anything like that ever, and I’m tired of being so scared all the time.”  He put his hands in his jacket pockets.  “This time of year is always hard for me, anyway.  I’ve been missing my mom a little extra lately.”

    Benjie nodded along, listening intently as he fumbled with grabbing a cigarette with one hand while the other comfortably draped over Elliot’s shoulder. He fished out his lighter and sparked up.

“Throwing caution to the wind to rebel is always an interesting experience, but take it from me, you don’t want to tempt the devil too many times because it’s very easy for him to get his claws in you.” 

He blew out a cloud of smoke with a sigh.

“Do you mind me asking where your mom is?” Benjie continued after a beat of silence.