I'll Make Do

Benjamin Quinn - 37 - Shapeshifter

[judeheart]

The inside of the shop was warmer and Jude was at least glad for the heat. He shrugged off his coat gently placing it over one arm. Looking down at himself he wished at least he had made an effort but there was nothing he could do now. Hearing the stranger talk Jude turned raising an eyebrow, “Huh” he said in confusion tilting his head slightly. 

“If you’re talking about the coffee you realise you can buy another” Jude laughed walking around the man before taking a seat at a nearby table. He placed his jacket over the back and shifted forward to lean his elbows on the table. Even though his wings weren’t visible it still felt like he was taking up more room than needed. The Nephilim was so used to having space that it was strange to be so close to people. Even just the people on the next table still seemed like they where invading his space. It made his back twinge with the feeling, like he needed to escape. But he suppressed it in favour of coffee with a stranger. 

[benji-quinn]

When the other voiced his confusion Benjamin did the same. His brow arched in a silent question as he followed after the nephilim. “Oh, no. Of course I can,” he said with a soft laugh as his cup was placed down on the table. “I was wondering about the storm outside. It’s been ages since the town’s seen any rain like this.” With a soft sigh he sat down and leaned the wet umbrella against the leg of his chair. He went to go pick up his cup again to take another drink, but paused for a moment. “Oh. I hope you don’t mind me joining, I kind of.. Just did it without asking, my apologies.”

[judeheart]

The inside of the shop was warmer and Jude was at least glad for the heat. He shrugged off his coat gently placing it over one arm. Looking down at himself he wished at least he had made an effort but there was nothing he could do now. Hearing the stranger talk Jude turned raising an eyebrow, “Huh” he said in confusion tilting his head slightly. 

“If you’re talking about the coffee you realise you can buy another” Jude laughed walking around the man before taking a seat at a nearby table. He placed his jacket over the back and shifted forward to lean his elbows on the table. Even though his wings weren’t visible it still felt like he was taking up more room than needed. The Nephilim was so used to having space that it was strange to be so close to people. Even just the people on the next table still seemed like they where invading his space. It made his back twinge with the feeling, like he needed to escape. But he suppressed it in favour of coffee with a stranger. 

[benji-quinn]

When the other voiced his confusion Benjamin did the same. His brow arched in a silent question as he followed after the nephilim. “Oh, no. Of course I can,” he said with a soft laugh as his cup was placed down on the table. “I was wondering about the storm outside. It’s been ages since the town’s seen any rain like this.” With a soft sigh he sat down and leaned the wet umbrella against the leg of his chair. He went to go pick up his cup again to take another drink, but paused for a moment. “Oh. I hope you don’t mind me joining, I kind of.. Just did it without asking, my apologies.”

[lucythebunny-blog]

Stay with me || Benji & Lucy

[lucythebunny-blog]

Lucy automatically flinched at Benjamin’s touch and pushed her hands away from Benjamin with fearful, trembling hands as though the man she cared about deeply and cried out for was a stranger, an enemy even. She was still not entirely there from the night terror she had been in. 

Her sister’s face and her parents bodies remained lodged in her conscious mind. Perhaps this was another segment of her dream… was she going to lose him too? “No… NO! PLEASE DON’T TAKE HIM TOO!” she screeched and clawed at the image in front of her, though he seemed real enough. “I can’t lose him… I’d…. “ she started to calm down. All of her energy had been exerted and her hands clutched onto Benji’s shirt as her breathing slowed and narrowed. “Is this real? Are you really here?” She questioned out loud as her left hand reached out; caressing her fingers briefly over the surface of his skin. Her hands still held a tremor as she lightly touched over his features. Tears formed and pooled down her face.

She flinched from him… she flinched from him. “Oh, god… I’m so sorry.” This was what she cared about most rather than the trauma she frequently re-lived in her sleep; the fact she coldly and fearfully moved away from him as though he were a monster. She knew how much that must have hurt him… for her to do that to him, it was unbearable for her. “I… The nightmares they won’t stop. They were going to take you too. I don’t want anyone to take you away from me. I don’t want to lose you,” she sobbed and her arms wrapped around the other shifter’s shoulders as her head leaned against his chest. 

Did she ever tell Benjamin what happened? No… she could not remember before, not until recently… It came in pieces, some of the memories stayed, others left, and she always kept it to herself - she kept what happened that night to herself. She could describe exactly what happened that night in grave detail to him, but she did not wish to burden Benjamin. It was unimportant, and it was a secret she should keep. Lucy always feared that the nightmares would wake him.during the nights, but it seemed the sleeping pills no longer were effective. Most nights she could not sleep. Sometimes she kept herself awake as long as possible so that they would not find her, they only came to her in her dreams. 

Like how you abandoned me? You want to keep that a secret most of all, right? You chose to save your own fur over chasing your beloved sissy, the voices filled with self-hate filled her head again. You are a monster. You do not deserve Benjamin. The inner voice in her head was right. She didn’t. Lucy’s body suddenly stiffened. It would be selfish to ask for him to stay, but his arms felt so warm… as though he were the sun shielding her from the moon. But she hated herself for it. She did not want to bring Benjamin into this.

[benji-quinn]

It wasn’t a minor detail in the fact that his touch had been withdrawn from. Unlike the previous time where he had been the one that was unstable, Lucy had drawn back from his hold. Where he had sought comfort from physical contact it apparently didn’t apply to the other shifter. Though it felt like he had been slapped across the face he didn’t leave nor did he lean in closer. Benjamin just stayed where he was as he dropped his hands. 

She was still in it. The nightmare that veiled her sight and warped reality. He was at a loss of what to do. If he tried to comfort her again, in the only way he knew, she might react even worse than before. In the middle of his decision he witnessed a sudden change. Just like that, in a blink of an eye she had started to calm down to the point where his ears didn’t throb from the screaming. 

While Lucy’s words came out slower, more out of breath, he mimicked the same thing. His breathing slowed, but his eyes were still wide. The shock of this all had taken him by the neck and flung him blindfolded into the delirious situation. The first touch of her hand had him still completely. His breathing grew scarce as he waited, unsure if she would lash out or push him back again. He wanted to hold her hand and wipe away the forming tears, but he was still stuck in uncertainty.

Then all in a rush he found Lucy clinging to him as he automatically wrapped his around around her in turn. His hand cradled the back of her head as he held her tight. He still wasn’t completely sure what the other shifter had seen, but he still wouldn’t pry about it. Even though he was worried at his wits end right now he just listened to what the girl had to say. “You won’t lose me, Lucy, you won’t. I promise you. I’m right here, it’s okay,” he murmured with a small pang of grief in his voice. Not once in his life had he made a promise that he knew he couldn’t uphold, but now he just did. In the heat of this moment he just spewed out a promise that he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep. 

If he had said it a month before he would’ve almost broken it with how grave his injuries had been from that fight. It made him pause and look to the side as a sense of dread started to ball in his gut. “I promise you that I’m not going anywhere. No one can take me from you.” He wasn’t sure where the confidence came from, but his mind was already racking up options for him to take to ensure that he would keep his promise. The looks of it wasn’t terribly bright, and the payment would surely be grim.

[benji-quinn]

cold-willhelm:

“Very,” came a simple reply. He wasn’t too concerned with moving but his eyes did shift up to the man. So kind as to stay, shielding the wendigo? Sickening. The steam from the coffee caught his attention and his body told him to move away, but he didn’t. It was something he missing tasting. However due to a few bad tests he had left his body less tolerant to hot foods and drinks. “I’m running a few errands. Not sure where to start really, I need to find some things.” 

He glanced at the list again. He needed Alby was organized, but the damned human wrote in code at times. “I think I may just turn in for the day, and work from home.” Then again it would be interesting to learn about a new person. “I don’t think we’re met before. Willhelm mueller.” Usually his hand would be extended to shake the other’s but instead a smile and nod were giving since the man’s hands were full.

Benjamin chuckled softly as he let out an agreeing noise. “Always the trouble with those sort of things.” Maybe he should do the same and just head home after the rain let up a bit. If he let his fur get drenched in this downpour he might as well have kissed a contagious person. With his fine, thin coat he didn’t do well in conditions like this. “Benjamin Goode,” he replied with a slight nod of his own head.

[benji-quinn]

judeheart:

Taken aback by the man’s words Jude scrunches up his nose but doesn’t say anything. What could he possibly say to that? 

“Its quite alright, I didn’t think there would be anyways” he says with a laugh. Jude turns to look over his shoulder at his wings, he can feel the dampness soaking into them and dreads to think of the time it will take to dry them when he does eventually get home. He’ll be out of flying action until tomorrow at least. 

Hearing the man speak Jude turns again letting his eyes drift towards the shop. He’s probably right but the Nephilim holds some uncertainty in his stomach. He lets out a noise eventually showing the man he had heard him but Jude has no answer. Going inside would mean hiding his wings which he hates to do normally. But being outside means being a drowned rat. Eventually he folds his wings in with a sigh letting the magic take over. It’s not nearly as pleasant as he remembers it being. What’s left is two large slits in his jacket and a sort of burning on his shoulders that won’t go away until they’re free.

Without turning towards the stranger Jude walks to the shop stepping inside. 

All Benjamin did was continue to smile as he stood to the side. Though the man looked reluctant he was pleased to see that he had gone inside. His cup was put down onto the ground before he shook the water off of the umbrella so he could close it. Part of his arm caught the water and pulled a small frown from him. Good thing he hadn’t worn a long sleeved shirt today. Benjamin picked his cup back up and made his way into the cafe with a soft sigh. 

The air inside wasn’t as stuffy as it was outside and he was grateful for it. A smile over took his previous frown as he took a quick sip of his drink. “I wonder how long this one will last,” he wondered out loud with his eyes on a nearby window.

[lucythebunny-blog]

Stay with me || Benji & Lucy

[benji-quinn]

lucythebunny:

@benji-quinn

It was the same visions, over and over. The same room… the same house… the same wolf with its bloodied teeth glaring at her. But this time her parents were already dead. She could recite their death off by heart in her subconscious state. Her father was lying with his chest carved open like an autopsy. The intestines trailed across the floor with blood splattering the walls. Wolves gnawed into his flesh as her mother sacrificed herself for her. It had already happened. Her mother was at her feet, dead with her eyes wide open.

But this time there was a third corpse lying on the floor. For some reason, Lucy could not recognize who it was. She laid face down, her brunette hair the same shade as hers shrouding her shoulders… Lucy approached her and lightly tugged at her arm to reveal her face and immediately she sprung back and fell down. Out of sheer horror, she could not breathe. Her sister, dead… blood poured out of her mouth as her dead body moved on its own accord. 

“You left me behind. Have you forgotten what I look like? You left me behind. You left me behind. You left me behind…” she repeated over and over as she stood on her feet and edged toward Lucy. Her hand reached out and seemed to magically tear threw her torso. She watched in terror as her intestines were pulled and dragged out the way her father’s did. “No! NO!” She screeched and squirmed but it was soon brought to an end with a snap of a neck. But in the dream it did not kill her. But it hurt. Her neck was twisted all the way around a hundred and eighty degrees.

***

Another nightmare. - she screamed in high pitched terror as she bolted up right from her sleep. When she had awoken the place was dark and in that brief moment she saw her sister in the corner of the room, edging closer to her the way she had done in her nightmare. No, she was awake wasn’t she?? Wake up… WAKE UP!

“Benji! BENJI!” She screeched; her hands frantically clutched around her waist and to her neck with shaky grasps as the images of her stomach being ripped open and her neck broken and twisted re-played in her mind. It hurt. Her neck hurt… it felt so real. She seemed so real. But - the place where she stood by the end of her bed, now was vacant, she was gone.

I can’t… I can’t… I can’t do this any more. I just want them to stop haunting me, I just want it all to stop. She chucked a pillow at the place where her sister stood. Lucy burst into tears as she screamed. Her heart was pounding so vigorously against her chest she felt as though it may stop entirely. 

She needed to go back there, back to where it happened. She had to… it was something that had been bothering her for a while, and the longer she feared and dreaded even stepping foot in Direfield yet alone the cottage where her parents were murdered… where she… abandoned her sister… the more the night terrors worsened. Her subconscious wanted her to go back. Not even the medication was working tonight.

Since the first time he had met Lucy he had taken great precautions to keep his other form hidden from her. The werewolf that had attacked her at home and the fox that had attacked her on the way to Isolon were engraved in the young shifter’s memories. Both of which were animals he could resemble. It was unfortunate since he rather liked to run around on four legs instead of two, but he didn’t regret the choice to have Lucy live at his home. 

Recovering from his injuries took time, but he was back to snip top shape soon enough. His posture stood a bit straighter and his smile was a bit brighter. Alleviated was what he felt, and it was nice. Work was picked back up and his previous routine before the fight was restored. Today was no different. Now that he was able to shift freely without reopening any wounds he was back at the deliveries. Packages were made and sent off for hours before he closed up the shop and made his way home. 

By the time he reached the front door he was in his humanoid form with his clothes on. Back into routine he went with chatting with Lucy and dinner. Afterwards he relieved the girl from the dishes so she could get ahead on rest. After the chores were taken care of he finally retired to his room where he spent the next several minutes reading over a novel. The bedside lamp was turned on, but dim enough for his eyes to make out the text. With only a fourth of the novel left he had managed to doze off into light sleep. His eyes closed and head nodding slightly as he leaned against the bed frame.  

All of that was interrupted when he was suddenly woken up but a shrill shriek. It screamed bloody murder and it was near deafening with his sharp hearing. Benjamin rushed out of bed and nearly hit the nightstand from how unbalanced he was for a few seconds.  When he collected his sight and movement over his feet he directed his frantic steps out of his bedroom and over to towards Lucy's. 

“Lucy!” He yelled just as he breached the door to slam it open and enter the room. Fear hung heavily in the air and it spiked the concern tenfold when he saw just how disheveled the other shifter was. “Lucy- Lucy, I’m here.” He hurried over to the bedside to lay his hands on her shoulders. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Worry lined his facial features as he knelt down.

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

His hand was held out from the umbrella as his magic went to work making a sort of shield over his hand as the rain poured down. “Yeah, Lulu found my familiar panther while she was out saving some kittens. Oscar and Tigress I think are the names she settled on.” the warlock looked at the man again, smirking as he did. “Wait, you’re Benjiman aren’t you? You live with her right? Aw man, I remember how she giggled about you when i said something. Well if you two already have two I won’t make you take a third man.”

[benji-quinn]

“Lulu?” He repeated in a slightly incredulous tone. The nickname was simply outrageous, but then again he could just be biased in his opinions because this man knew Lucy. “That I am though she lives with me.” If it were the other way around things might have been different. “Lucy hasn’t brought them home yet, but the names.. I’m not surprised she would settle on those.” A sigh almost left him, but thankfully it just played off as him trying to cool his drink again. If Lucy was the one to tell him the name he would have surely smiled and loved it more than this man telling him so. 

His eyes caught on the sight of how the rain stopped in this sort of force field to the sides of them. Interesting, and definitely magical. In fact.. Benjamin turned his head to the side to sneeze quickly. “Excuse me, sorry about that,” he said with his voice slightly stuffy before he turned back. “I’ve met you before, haven’t I?”

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

“If that’s your request i can do that. I’d buy you another coffee if you wanted.” He laughed thinking how pissed Thera would be if he gave away one of the kittens but he still wasn’t too keen on keeping them. “My familiar keeps finding them, and I already gave some to a friend, Lucy. I just have no idea what to do with kittens. I’m not a small animal guy. What about you?”

[benji-quinn]

“Oh no, I think I’m quite fine with caffeine at the moment-” The smile slowly fell from his lips when he heard Lucy’s name get brought up. An automatic surge of protectiveness over the other shifter had his hand tighten around his cup. “Is that so? I wasn’t aware that you were the one she had asked permission to have a few kittens in the house.” His voice had cooled some, but he struggled against the want to glare at the man. First impressions, Benjamin, first impressions and giving the benefit of the doubt. 

[pullinyouinbaby-blog]

The weather was taking a turn for the worst. Walking out of his place he put his arm over his head while he looked at his phone. There were a few requests for him to come over as well as some asking when he’d be at work. He was on his way to fill in for someone at work, and as much as he’d rather get laid, he wanted the cash especilly since Thera somehow got another kitten. It was a blue russian they named, Rasputin. Ras for short. The warlock was surprised as he felt something interrupt his magic he focused above his head. Looking back and grinned. “Thanks, bad day to be walking I guess.” He moved his magic to his side to keep his clothes dry. “Hey you looking to get any kittens by chance? One catch, my familiar needs to visit him.”

Originally posted by shilohfernandezdaily

[benji-quinn]

What an extremely odd thing to ask. He felt his eyebrows raise in question, but he mauled the idea over. “A kitten?” He repeated as clearing his mouth from swallowing. “I’ve never really give it thought before, but I suppose I wouldn’t mind it. Though.. I’m not sure about you’re ‘catch’. I hardly know you, stranger.” And while he dealt with many people he didn’t know in his home it was hardly a normalized thing. “At least invite me out for a bite to eat before you try and snag me with a deal like that.” Humor shone in his eyes as his lips pulled up in a light tease. 

[benji-quinn]

cold-willhelm:

Will sighed as he noticed the rain cloud overhead. He had so much to do in such little time. Alby was gone and he hated it. The little human was more useful than he realized. his eyes focused on a list Alby left at the home, formerly known as Will’s basement. A to do list of sorts, yet most of it was done already besides checking on some wendigo getting his head in a pile of shit.

Something with a vampire? What a complete moron. As a leader he couldn’t let this stand. If they were to make a scene he would get too many eyes on him. Each wendigo needed to learn obedience to him. The next thing was finding the siren, Nathaniel, for another little pet. Would it be more like Griffin’s secretary? No, he didn’t befriend anyone. There were those that were tolerable, or interesting but after that others were just nobodies. It made him wonder what it would be like to feel. 

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt a rain drop hit his arm. As soon as he prepared for the rain, a shadow came over him. He turned seeing the owner of the umbrella and raised his brow.  Hearing the reply he shrugged. “I suppose. Isolon’s weather changes so much. Where are you headed?”

He had to finish the mouthful of coffee first before he could reply. “Fickle thing, isn’t it?” His eyes moved to peer up towards the grey skies as the constant rush of rain flooded his hearing. “I wasn’t headed anywhere in particular. Was in the middle of deciding actually, but it looks like I’ll be staying here for a bit longer.”

[benji-quinn]

ayako-nakahara:

“Yeah like - trying to scare you. You know when you sneak up on someone. Like. a ghost would. No? Forget it.” Ayako looked up at the sky hoping that the rain would suddenly cease as quickly as it had started, but it looked highly unlikely. “So - while we are cosied up together. Night shearer. Garden ripper. Could you do me a favour and walk me to my house? I look like the grudge when my hair gets wet and now that’s a horror story in itself.”

No, he understood within the next few seconds after he had spoken, but it was still amusing nonetheless. The more the girl talked the wider his smile got as he nearly chuckled. “Long hair and rain never does mix well,” he commented while he motioned with his head for the other to start off in the right direction so he could follow and shelter them both.

[beaugoyle-blog]

It seemed as his mood dipped down so did the weather. He knew it wasn’t because of him, however it did not help with his emotions. Inside he ached but nothing showed on his face. Nothing could be natural for him. Looking up at the sky he saw everything darken and the clouds come together. He could only wonder if things the humans wondered themselves were true. Was rain God crying for his creations? Were the angels sobbing for their fallen brethren? Please do not cry, my Lord. 

His thoughts paused as an umbrella moved over him. He followed the handle to the holder. With a gentle nod the other was thanked. “Merci.” The gargoyle forgot to return the smile and looked to his feet. “it is okay, I was lost in thoughts. I appreciate your kindness. I have not seen much here, monsieur.”

[benji-quinn]

Oh? An accent, thick at that, in which he could pinpoint exactly where the man’s language fell heavily in. “Isn’t that the truth? You’d think with how terrible things are here there would be more of it,” Benjamin said back in French. It might have been a wild guess, but it was also a personal excuse for him to practice his tongue again. “I hope you didn’t get too wet though the splatter from the ground might soak your feet.” With how hard the rain is dropping some of it was bouncing back up. With a quick look backwards he shuffled back a bit to make more room for the other under the slight overhang from above.

[ayako-nakahara-blog]

How the hell was she supposed to know of this sudden downpour. She could have sworn the skies were clear prior to entering the tunnels. Now the skies were covered in a shroud of heavy greys. With no umbrella she had to scurry through the crowd with lightning speed to find shelter before it did. She could feel the first specks of rain touch her cheeks as she ducked under someone’s umbrella for temporary shelter while she shoved another out of the way. 

Then she looked up as the other spoke. Oh, she knew of this man. It was The Garden Ripper. A fine serial killer nickname if she said so herself. No - this was the worst nickname she had thought of yet. She needed something catchy; The Night Shearer. Was shearer even a thing other than a terrible surname? It was now. A tribute to Richard Ramirez.                                         

“Boo,” Ayako blurted out in a colorless voice. 

[benji-quinn]

“Boo?” His eyebrow quirked in question as the corner of his lip pulled up from the sight before him. He would’ve offered the original person their rightful spot for shelter, but once he realized who this girl was he didn’t bother. The same girl from the night he had offered to go on a killing spree with. The same sense of dread started to sit in him again, but he remembered that he was trying not to do that sort of thing again. He hadn’t made a verbal promise to Lucy, but he made it a personal one at least in her respect. 

[judeheart]

Two days of no sleep and he was going crazy. Of course it was nothing compared to when he had been younger and desperate to go weeks with as little as five hours sleep. His body was used to the exhaustion that came with it but that didn’t mean he liked it. He had tried that morning to sleep but by mid afternoon he had realised that nothing would happen. 

Getting ready was a hassle and where he was usually crisp and clean in his appearance he had hastily put on whatever he could find. An old  cashmere sweater thrown over some shirt he hadn’t seen in years. Boots tied up loosely and wings tucked behind him. He didn’t care in that moment only needing the escape. From his home, from his dreams. Instead of taking the elevator down Jude decided that being reckless was as good as it was going to get that day. He jumped from his top floor apartment landing just seconds later on the ground wings outstretched. No one blinked an eye. 

Jude wondered around the city unable to find something to do. He could have opened his market stall but the business was the last thing on his mind. He doubted he could have concentrated on books and money when he was away with the angels.

The Nephilim had probably known about the rain but he saw so many things he sometimes wondered what was real and what was just fiction; dreams his brain conquers up to mask the pain. The rain begins slowly and Jude hunches a little trying to use his wings as shelter. But they only reach out not up. He’s so far away from home without a wallet or even keys that flying home is now impossible. He’s stuck there in the rain like a puppy lost.

Thankfully he’s saved by a stranger, Jude turns with arms wrapped around himself. “Are they big enough for these” he jerks his chin over his shoulder meaning the wings. Not that he thinks anyone could miss them, it’s kinda the point with him. Jude refuses to hide them when he was raised to believe they where a blessing from God himself. Still he suddenly wishes that they where perhaps smaller so he could at least hide in some shop and dry them, or at least be awake enough to magic them away. Instead he’s stuck outside with wet wings and three days worth of bags under his eyes. 

[benji-quinn]

Instead of answering right away he just blinked at the other for a good measure. Back to his drink he went as his eyes soaked in the image of the grand appendages before him. “They’re marvelous,” he said between sips and without thought, “but I’m afraid not. At least the core of you is sheltered though.” A shoulder was lifted into a shrug while he finally lowered his cup again. A slow sigh left him as he took in the feeling of the hot liquid burn down his throat and to his stomach. 

With a glance back he shuffled a bit closer to the entrance of the cafe. There was enough space to huddle there, and he left room for the other to come in closer if wanted. The downpour had already begun to flood his nose with murky scents, and he didn’t enjoy them in the least. There was a slight crinkle to his nose as he huffed a breath out through his nostrils to filter out the unpleasant smell, but his attempts were in vain. “Maybe it would be a better idea to just stay inside for once,” he thought out loud with a saddened hint to his voice.

[benji-quinn]

Something was coming. He wasn’t the most intuitive, but even he could smell it. Besides his nose picking up that lingering smell of sulfur here and there it was clear for the most part. Sometimes he would see something lurk in the shadows, something that had him hesitate slightly and turn the other way instead of giving into his curiosity. It made him uneasy, but as long as he could go about his daily life then there wasn’t much he could complain about it. 

After getting out of the hospital he felt like he had changed a bit. Like a part of him had been unlocked, and instead of shutting it back up again he kept it open. He was his own man- not one that should bend over backwards for his father, and he had Lucy to owe that development to. It made him feel a bit lighter now that his wounds were mostly healed. 

Benjamin was back to work within two weeks. He was still a bit slow and stiff, but other than that he was happy to be back at his shop. Some cleaning had to be done and for now he hired someone else to do the deliveries. There was a lot to sort through, but even he had to take a break every now and then. After hours of reading fine print he figured it would do him good to get some fresh air and something to drink. So he headed out onto the streets with an umbrella at hand. Rain was coming, he could smell it, and figured that it wouldn’t do any harm to be prepared. 

After he got a cup of coffee at Rise & Grind he went back outside to sip on it. Just then he started to undo the clasp around his umbrella, and lifted it right as the first drops of rain started to fall. It was held over the closest passerby’s head without a word since his lips were still over the edge of his cup. After a quick sip he cleared his throat a little and smiled. “Sorry, would’ve said something, but I was in mid drink there.” As he spoke he looked out where the rain fell, the pattering growing heavier and heavier until it started to pour. “Good thing this is big enough for two, hm?” He chimed before he returned to his drink again.

[lucythebunny-blog]

Celebration || Benji & Lucy

[lucythebunny-blog]

Lucy nodded, it still pained her to see him in any pain, but as long as he was in pain killers, she could push through it too. After the clink of glasses touching and the words that Benjamin spoke, her lips curved upwards into a genuine smile. “Exactly,” she replied before she placed the glass to her mouth and took a sip of the wine. 

At first taste she furrowed her brows and grimaced from the sweet bitterness it gave her, yet it was pleasant. As she took another small sip she looked up at Benjamin - thinking of what to say in this momentary silence. Eventually she spoke, “I want to know about you, Benjamin. Your favourite colour… movie… book … Do you speak any other languages? What your favourite subject in school was… What makes you tick? Your favourite place - So many things! I wish to know everything.”

[benji-quinn]

This was the perfect welcome home greeting he could have ever asked for. A sense of peace settled in him comfortably as he sighed over the rim of his glass. The bombardment of questions lifted his brows, but he found himself chuckling softly before the girl was done. “I’m touched that you have such vigor towards me, but one at a time. We have all the time in the world to sort everything else for I wish to know the same about you as well.” It was only fair after all, and he had found himself with a deepening interest for the other shifter. 

“My favorite color is a soft forest green. Favorite movie.. I’m actually not a huge fan over films and such so I don’t really have one that sticks out like a sore thumb. Book, book, book...” Benjamin hummed as he tapped the glass against his lower lip. With his brows furrowed he blew out a soft sigh through his nose. “Is it silly to say that Where The Sidewalk Ends is one of the top three?” He asked a bit sheepishly. “I’m weak to stories like that and clever poems. Matilda was one of my other favorites as well. I can speak nearly every language. Actually, no, that would be rather impossible for a person of my age, but I can speak a good amount. My favorite subject in school was actually environmental science though literature wasn’t that far behind. As for ticks..”

He took another sip as he pondered over the biggest ones. “There are a lot of different things that can get me going if that was what you’re asking about. I was born as a person that can tune into anything that I know needs to be done regardless of if I find it interesting or not. That and knowing that I have good wine at home never hurt to have as an extra kick to get me going. As for the negative sort of area the biggest would be skin picking and leg jiggling. The movement sidetracks me and just seeing hangnails and cracked, dried lips is just..” Benjamin made a face and shifted his shoulders a bit. “Unpleasant in my mind. I will say that my favorite place used to be my shop. I keep myself busy there, but lately it’s been here at home knowing that you’re here with a hungry stomach that I can attend to with dinner.”

[lucythebunny-blog]

Celebration || Benji & Lucy

[benji-quinn]

lucythebunny:

Lucy tilted her lips to the side - she had to agree on that, and walked over to Benjamin with the bottle of wine and two glasses. Placing them on the table she poured a drink for him and herself. “Are you still in pain?” she questioned quietly. 

She sat down beside him and raised her glass as well as his and held it out for him to take. “Well - to a new future, I guess… There is another way, Benjamin… there always is… no matter how difficult it may be. I am here for you. I always will be, until the end.” Lucy smiled lightly with a tint of sadness in her eyes, but it soon disappeared as quickly as it came. This was a time to be happy - she wanted to see Benjamin smile, even laugh. He deserved nothing less. 

A happy touch came to his lips as he saw the wine come around and get poured out. After staying in that cruddy hospital for a while he needed a good glass of wine, and he knew that his selection was always to his tastes. As he was asked about the pain he looked over to the other shifter. “It’s not thing the pain killers can’t handle,” he said a bit nonchalantly. That and he had been through worse before. 

His glass was taken and raised to clink against Lucy’s. “For most of my life I was convinced that there wasn’t, but you’ve managed to open a new door for me as well as another perspective. To that and to our friendship,” he said with a smile that equaled the other’s emotions before he took a long sip.