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fiery-witch:

“Well, I’m glad that is settled.” She chuckled softly. Part of her wondered how many women Benji must have gone on dates with. It wasn’t that she was nervous or anything because she knew she was amazing, but the number still had to be astounding. “Sweetie, I am a black magic user. I am ready for anything.” The raven-haired witch stated back confidently to his teasing. “Oh? A gentleman. Thank you.” She commented on him holding the door for her and then listened to him speak of the problem with compulsion. If more people included vervain into their daily routine then they would not be such easy targets, the fact that they are is laughable. Which she did chuckle at his joke in that he liked to ask for things politely, but this wasn’t one of those times. Her eyes looking up at him with a smile on her face as he drove them to Fitzgerald. It was weird because she felt butterflies in her stomach, which was something that Vivian never felt. She just knew that she couldn’t stop smiling. “Well, that’s probably because I typically keep a lot about myself to myself. It’s not like I know a lot about you other than you are an original vampire with a killer smile and you clean up very nice.” She remarked playfully. “However, I guess I can cave this once, I am a student at NYU studying social work. I’m from California and I moved here when I was eighteen.”

“The only reason you don’t know anything about me is because you’ve never asked — I’m an open book. You should try it, it’s a hell of a lot easier.” He pushed slightly on the break, easing the car to a stop as she began to tell him a little about herself. Benji had full control over his hunger, but that didn’t stop him from experiencing small moments of weakness. Her smell was intoxicating and it was all he thought about as she spoke. Silence lingered for a second longer than he intended, jumping back into the conversation and regaining his mind. “I lived in California for a couple years in the sixties. Wasn’t my thing. The sixties on the other hand...” he trailed off, putting his turn signal on with a grin. “I’m going to be completely honest with you Viv, I haven’t the slightest idea what social work is,” he said unapologetically, a laugh almost escaping.

#( vivian. )

tabbydavenport:

Forcing herself to keep her temper, because it only encouraged Benji to be an ass, Tabby smoothed her pants and listened to him talk while fantasizing about removing his larynx with her fangs. It wouldn’t kill him, but it would make him shut the fuck up, and that was attractive enough for it to be a temptation. “Benny-bunny, I’m going to tell you this once, and I’m gonna talk real slow and use small words so you understand me, cuz if I have to repeat myself, I’m gonna talk to you up-close and I’m not gonna use words.” Tabby tended to slip into a turn-of-the-century Midwestern accent when angry. “You can hate on me and mine all you like, and you can think whatever you want, but if you ever tell me again that you enjoyed knowing someone I care about suffered, I’ll lose my temper with you, and it won’t matter what kinda politics or rules are in place. I’ll take you apart so fast, you won’t even feel it. Now, unless you want me to start getting detailed about exactly which bits I’ll start with, why don’t you get down to brass tacks.” She tapped the bar and ordered a Scotch, neat. “Stop jumping around and say what the fuck it is you actually want, and what it is you have, and I’ll decide if the cost is worth the reward.”

Benji watched the blonde as she leaned in and attempted to intimidate him. He was amused by how seriously she took his words, by how much they seemed to have affected her, and just listened to her threaten him — an immortal original vampire. By the end of her rant, he found himself hanging his head back and rolling his eyes. He sighed, tilted his head and smiled, before leaning in. “We both know that neither of us is taking the other apart, if it could be done it would’ve been already. While I’d love to hear exactly what bits you would start with, I’m just going to tell you what the fuck it is that I want.” He leaned back, took a sip of his drink and looked at her. “I found something out about good ol’ Foster, and no I’m not fucking with you.” It wouldn’t have been out of character for him to have been, but this time, he had something more intricate in mind. “Look — our families have been at war for too fucking long. I’m sick of it, frankly. It’s a waste of my time and yours for us to harbor such hatred, so consider this a move in, well, a different direction. I’m willing to just give you this information, for a small price of course.” He couldn’t help but let his smile out, both at his last few words and at the power he held. “I didn’t have to come here, doubt my family would’ve. Could’ve kept it to myself.” He shrugged, and took another sip of his drink. “Your call, blondie.”

#( tabby. )

edithdavenport:

“And you didn’t drown at sea? — shame.” She breeds hate, it’s one of the only thing that makes sense to her wires, live a thousand years and war has been her constant companion. Times might change, the world might become lost through the ages, but hate, anarchy and chaos have always reigned. Maybe, that’s why she’s talking to her enemy – or maybe she’s just curious to see if another way exists. “Can’t blame Blackbeard.. he had his reasons. I’d make you walk the plank any day.”

“I did, as a matter of fact. Sucked for a moment, y’know, until I came to because I’m a goddamn immortal vampire” He said the last words with emphasis that showed how pleased he was with himself. Benji always enjoyed his chats with the Davenports. They were never dull and it was the only time, aside from with his family, that he knew he was interacting with someone his own age. There was a bond he felt in that, even if they didn’t. Still, that didn’t mean the lot of them didn’t put a bad taste in his mouth. “Funny. One of my brothers said almost the exact same thing the first time I told them that story. You’re both assholes, by the way.” He paused, smirking at her. “So — how’s my second favorite pissy blonde?”

#( edith. )

julianxrhodes:

“You really can’t see where I got that from?”

"Are you hard of hearing or are you just intent on being a complete nuisance at the moment?”

#( julian. )

teddy-antonov:

“C’mon, Benji, anti-aging cream only does so much to hide the wrinkles. Wear them with pride, grandpa. Don’t act all modest either, seeing dinosaurs is fucking cool. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, wear your age with pride, Benj.”

“Oh, Teddy — there will come a day in the not so distant future, where you’re going to look in the mirror and realize you’re just a decrepit bag of bones and I promise you I’m still going to look like this. So, suck on that.”

#( teddy. )

AUBERGINE: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl? ACACIA: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

Does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

"Benji isn’t limited by whether or not the sun is out. I’m having a fucking grand ol’ time either way.”

How much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

“Depends. I can be a heartless bastard when I want, but I’m not hateful. That being said, anyone who fucks with my family makes their way directly onto my hit list. Not a place you want to be.”

MALACHITE OLIVE CORAL BOUGAINVILLAEA

Has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

“This is a stupid fucking question. There’s not a single bastard that could say no to this bloody question. Next, please.”

Is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

"I’m not prone to it, but I do feel envious from time to time. Of humans, witches, even wolves. Immortality is overrated — there I said it.”

What is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

“People weren’t always so obsessed with labels... At least not this kind, anyway. I’m not ashamed, though, so I’ll bite. I’ve been with men, with women. I don’t limit myself when it comes to who I fuck. I think kids these days call it pansexual?”

Would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

"I’m blunt, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I like to play games.”

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fiery-witch:

“Is this a date? Or am I mistaken?” The bold witch asked the vampire with a smirk and her hand on her hip. Her locked on him to see his reaction. “Oh no. I just wouldn’t want to slip up on my routine now. Not to mention, while I love that you want to protect me from people crossing me, I like to be the kind to handle myself. I do it pretty well, no?” She slipped past him as she exited her apartment. A chuckle escaping her deep red lips as he told her he accepted her challenge. “I am assuming it took more than just asking him if he would lend it to you to get a car this nice?” She looked at him with an eyebrow perked.

“It is.” Truthfully, Benji didn’t know which way was up at times with dating. The term was not around when he was a young man and courting was a concept he often paid little attention to. "I don’t know. Consuming vervain, that’s cute — but I’ve yet to see all that talk put into action. You sure seem ready for anything.” He teased her with a nudge and watched her walk past him, towards the car. He walked to the passenger door and opened it for her. “You know, the problem with compulsion is that it just makes things too easy. Sometimes I like to just do things the normal way, ask politely and all that.” Benji returned to the drivers side once she was settled and got in. “This is not one of those times.” He started the car and began driving them to the Fitzgerald. “It occurred to me I don’t know a damn thing about you. Well, besides — your name, the fact that you’re a witch, and that you clearly want to drive this guy wild with a dress like that.”

#( vivian. )

tabbydavenport:

Tabby had only agreed to meet Benji if it was on Davenport turf. Not that she thought he was going to attack her, she just wanted to be sure she didn’t get arrested if she punched him in the face. She’d been once more forced into club wear, but had toned it down, wearing heels and a pant suit that she’d worn back in the 20′s. She’d been informed that even the Davenports had to pass the dress code to get past the velvet ropes, which seemed extremely unfair, but whatever. Her stilettos made a clicking noise that would be a dead giveaway if she was trying to ambush Benji, which her hindbrain was telling her to do, but she slid onto the chair next to him instead, turning to face him, unimpressed facial expression already in place. “Bullshit. You either came to piss me off or gloat about something. If it’s just to piss me off, you’ve achieved your goal. If it’s to gloat, I’m going to kick you very hard in the shin.”

Tabby’s hostility was expected and met with a grin. “Surprisingly enough, there’s more on the agenda than just pissing you off, though I will admit it’s definitely an added perk I wasn’t anticipating.” He rolled up the sleeves of his red button down as he spoke to her. “I know you hate me, my family. I’d be lying if I said I was fond of you or yours. In fact, I sometimes fantasize about a life where the Tallis’ weren’t complete fuck ups and granted us what we needed to kill the lot of you. I even rejoiced in hearing one of your own had his hands ripped from his body and given as party favors — nice touch by the way. I digress. You’re smart, you knew all that already. What you don’t know is that I have happened upon some information you’re going want to hear. Your whole family will, actually.” He took a sip from his drink. “I guess the question here is what are you willing to do to get it?” Benji winked at the Davenport. He had lied to her. Benji did not actually mind some of the Davenports, Tabby and Lance to be more specific. Those two were alright. Bent, well, he would have already taken the man out himself had he had the power to do so.

#( tabby. )

nixonreynolds:

“Benji – If I had a fuckin’ nickel for each time someone told me to try, I wouldn’t be a receptionist at the museum. I guess I have a lot of money in today’s standards, but that’s not really the point.” Nixon wrinkled his nose at the thought of cold blood, much like the kind he’d drained from a dead body when he’d first woken up. Not his favorite memory. “Really,” he drawled in response, a smirk tugging on his features as he bit his bottom lip, “Why don’t I show you, instead?” This was a game Nixon felt was worth playing – the worst the other could say was no, and Nixon could handle rejection.

“I’ll just shut the fuck up then.” Benji rolled his eyes but did not stop smirking. He took a step forward. “Do you always ask permission before you make a move? Or do you actually think I invited you here just so we can...” The original vampire trailed off, looking down to the man on the floor, and back to Nixon. His eyes were focused on the man’s lips. “...hang out?” Benji was attracted to Nixon when the two spoke at HOWL nightclub, but invited him over for a friendly chat and bite to eat. He liked the company and did not have many friends himself. The sexual tension that was in the air was a bonus. “Show me already.”

#( nixon. )

@tabbydavenport

Benji was elated at the information that seemed to have fallen into his lap, a feeling that only grew as he figured out what he would do with it. He set up a meeting with one of the Davenports, of all people — he didn’t bother telling his siblings of the news he discovered, seeing an bigger opportunity in it all then a few minutes of reveling in the unraveling story. He was to meet Tabby at HOWL nightclub, and Benji made sure he was seated at the bar with a drink in hand before she arrived. The Bordeaux even had one waiting for her next to him. Her footsteps alerted him of her presence and he turned around to greet her. “I see you got my invitation,” He motioned to the drink next to him before he continued. “I come in peace.”

#( tabby. )

nixonreynolds:

“Well, you know you could’ve fooled me,” Nixon gave a half smile, looking at the other. It was strange for him. He’d never really done this kind of thing with another vampire, far more willing to do this alone so no one could watch him lose himself in the blood and kill someone. He had a feeling Benji wouldn’t judge him, but he was still nervous. “I guess I never really tried,” Nixon admitted after a moment, realizing the only time he had was back in Germany, but that was after the witch he’d lived with removed the spell from him. Things had gone downhill from there. “Steal blood bags from the hospital? God, those are gross. They’re cold and…nasty,” he wrinkled his nose, swatting the Bordeaux’s hand away, “Ass,” he teased, shaking his head before he glanced at the man he had pinned against the wall. Blood was still oozing from the bite on his neck, and Nixon leaned forward to drain the rest of him. He only stopped when ABBA was brought up again. He laughed this time, releasing the human and taking a step towards the original, “You mean you don’t like Dancing Queen staying on repeat in your head? Bet I could give you a ton of other things to think about, babe.”

“Maybe you should try, then. I mean, no pressure or anything... Obviously that’s your call, Nix.” The original vampire was amused by the other bloodsucker’s reaction to blood bags. “Hey, I’m just offering it up as a suggestion. I’m not saying I’d ever go near the stuff again. There’s something so unsatisfying about cold blood. I prefer mine warm as fuck.” He enjoyed teasing the younger vampire and smirked as Nixon teased him right back. He had a feeling the man was playing around, but he sure as hell wanted to find out. Instead of dismissing him, Benji called him on his bluff. “Hm, really?” Benji said, slowly licking the blood off of his lips as he eyed Nixon. He let the human blood bag fall to the floor, not giving much mind to it. “Do tell, babe.”

#( nixon. )

teddy-antonov:

“You’re this slow now, man, what makes you think you were any faster in the dinosaur age?” Because Benji was fucking old, even if he wasn’t that old.

"First of all, rude. Second...wait, the dinos— how fucking old you think I am?”

#( teddy. )

galexmartell:

The announcement made Gale pause, holding his shot glass in his hand as he looked at the man. He’d just recently learned he was a vampire, probably one of the oldest, and the shifter wasn’t about to argue with him. “Blackbeard? What did you do next?”

“I walked the plank, of course.” He said, as if the other was out of his mind for even asking. “C’mon, if you were given the chance — wouldn’t you want to know what that was like?” He reached out to clink shot glasses with Gale, whether he wanted him to or not, and continued. “Besides, by the time I got back onto the ship, the crew had already tied Blackbeard up. It was all part of the plan.”

#( gale. )

romanmartell:

“Unless you’re talking about the bum who likes to hang out on 42nd and Broadway,” Roman drawled, tapping the ash from his cigarette off indulgently– “I’d love to hear this story.”

“Who are you calling a bum? That man is a riot! & I’ll admit, if he shaved that beard and had a couple showers and maybe fixed his teeth and put on decent clothes, he’d be super hot.” Benji shook his head, before getting back on track. “Right, the story — well, Blackbeard was mad at me because I may have been conspiring to take over the ship as my own, but by then it was too late. It was already mine, he just didn’t know that yet.”

#( roman. )

annabellerhodes-x:

“Seriously honey, it’s the most boring story in the world,” she warned the female that had been, until then, hanging on his every word. Anna’d been tending the bar at The Sanctuary when she overheard and she couldn’t stop herself from interjecting. “Really Benji, trying to romance a girl who is way too young for you, tsk tsk,” she teased.

Benji rolled his eyes as the woman ruined the moment for him. “Oh, piss off.” He folded his arms, nearly laughing at her comment. “Everyone is too young for me — by society’s standards at least. Never been one to play by everyone else’s rules anyway. I don’t much like being put in a box, as much as you lot try to confine me. I’m just not having it.” He paused before looking to Anna, smirking and leaning in towards her. “So, what are you doing tonight?” He put on his most seductive voice, joking — for the most part.

#( anna. )

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