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deputy-noel:

Noel groaned as he kicked the blanket off of his feet, throwing his legs over the side of the bunk as he sat up. He couldn’t explain how or why he’d ever agreed to this, genuinely disappointed in himself for letting it happen. “I’d ask what the point of this was if I thought there was any hope of getting a straight answer.” He reached under the bunk for his boots, eyeing Benny warily as he pulled them on. He made a point not to comment on the other’s appearance, afraid of giving Benny the satisfaction.

“Aren’t you a little old to be worrying about pissing your dad off?” He asked, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy thunk before he moved to stand.

“Absolutely,” Benny said, grinning violently in a way that seemed unnatural, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t take pleasure out of it.” He waited just long enough for Noel to climb to his feet before striding down the hall towards the exit. “Does anyone really outgrow daddy issues?” he mused aloud with a glance over his shoulder to make sure the other was keeping up. “Or do they just get better prescriptions?” Luckily, the fancy schmancy residential portion of Tera wasn’t far from the barracks, most likely a calculated decision by the more paranoid members of the Council.

“I need to get into my father’s office. And your job is to make sure I don’t get caught.” He hadn’t, not since he’d hit double digits, but he also hadn’t had a chance to investigate the beefed-up security measures his father had surely adopted in the wake of all the Outlander mess.

#noel

illicoranam:

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It always amused her, the level of wander that people went through when they first got to visit this place, it deserved all the admiration it got, it had been a while since they had been anyone really new around. Her brow rose with clear amusement at his almost guilty expression and she gave a small chuckle. “Well no, you haven’t any anyone gathering information on me.” Settling herself against the kitchen side she let her arms cross over her chest, brown curls falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head her smile now warm and genuine. “I’m Ophelia, Ophelia Primus, it’s a pleasure to meet you Benny, having fun so far?”

She was excited to see what his reaction was going to be when she told him he was free to roam out of the keep as much as he pleased so long as he stayed away from the guarded areas. Ophelia was fairly certain that this meeting was going to be different that when she had been to check on Finley.

Surprise shot through Benny at the other’s admittance, swirling with the miasma of discomfort that had begun to form in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if by anyone she meant it literally, or if she had a cabal of spies keeping track of his every move. He assumed it wasn’t out of the question, considering the resources she apparently had access to. Playing nice was likely his best option-- too bad it was his least favorite and consequently the one he was worst at. Time to dust off those etiquette lessons his father had forced him to take (and he’d promptly skipped).

“Sure am. Aside from the, you know, sobriety.” If she truly had been keeping tabs on him, there was no point in pretending otherwise. Not to mention, they probably had wicked psychotropics hiding in their medicine cabinets. “Care to inform me why I’m the lucky egg to be invited to your lovely home, or shall I guess?” His father had to be the main-- if not only-- reason for his capture, considering Benny’s only other facet of import was his vast yet attainable knowledge of plants. The only thing he couldn’t fathom was why.

#ophelia

@delvedinto [/closed]

Benny was pretttty sure that he wasn’t supposed to be wherever he was, considering he’d had to dodge some real official-looking muscle every corner he turned. Which could only mean that he was heading in the right direction; you wouldn’t guard something unimportant.

Unfortunately, it was only until he ran into the same guard from the courtyard that he realized he was being humored. Benny huffed out a frustrated breath, simultaneously impressed and exasperated by his thwarted plans. He should’ve assumed that an empire of an advanced race would have no problem keeping track of a wayward delinquent. Abandoning all pretense of subterfuge, Benny marched right back out of the room he’d been hiding in, only mildly irked by the look the guard gave him. He ignored the stranger and pivoted down another corridor, only to bounce off a truly magnificent pair of pecs.

Wait a second— he knew those pecs. “Fin!” he exclaimed joyfully as he threw an arm around the man’s shoulders. “Babe. Babe. Were you ‘napped too? Hold on, you’re not one of the aliens are you? I knew that jawline was too good to be human.”

#finley

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Having checked in on Finley, Ophelia knew she had another to greet. Her father would no doubt want to meet the people that was staying in their home at some point but given Ophelia had been in Tera herself, she wanted to make sure that she made herself known. Having not found him in his room Ophelia had wondered around for a while before she finally found him in the kitchen of the keep. Giving a small cough to make herself known Ophelia watched for him for a second. “Benny I assume?” She asked, offering a soft smile as she looked across at him.

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Benny was officially having the best damn time of his life. Even more so than that year he spent on a cruise ship with a bunch of Brazilian models. Discovering a whole new civilization was another experience entirely, never mind the fact that he was pretty sure he was being held hostage. But he supposed if he had his choice of captors, a society of criminally beautiful aliens would top the list.

Benny spun around at the sound of company, adopting his most diplomatic smile and pretending as if he hadn’t just been caught snooping. “You assume correctly,” he said, falling back on a politic tone that rarely got any use. “I’d guess yours, but I have very little to work with.”

#ophelia

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It hadn’t been an easy task by any means, it had taken a lot of alcohol and smooth talking but here they were finally outside the Terran wall. There had been no time for goodbyes, but in a couple of hours none of it would matter.

Paris had convinced a very drunk and possibly high Benny to take a walk outside the walls with them. Paris would do whatever it would take to get Benny to the rendezvous point in the blood wood. At first they would try seduction then if that failed, there was nothing quite like a stick over the head, it should knock him out long enough to get to the camp.

The past five years had led up to this moment. Paris had spent those years, learning all they could about the Teran’s infiltrating their society to report back to Ophelia. Now their people were out there in the woods surrounding Terra and their last job of the mission was to get the prisoner back to Arlesia unharmed.

“Thanks for taking a walk with me Benny, you know sometimes I just feel so trapped in there and need an escape.” Paris said turning up their charm.

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Benny was extraordinarily plastered— like try-to-make-out-with-your-therapist plastered. But he was still in high spirits in spite of all odds (like coming up zilch for Rory and the less-than-optimal conditions of his beloved flora), as he appreciated any opportunity to shirk his duties. Not to mention that he liked Paris’ smile, and he was pretty sure they wanted to tell him something. Benny was all game for playing along, enjoying being around someone who seemed to want him around, for once. Even if it was just a ploy, he had enough funny cigarettes to prolong the delusion.

“Man, tell me about it. I wouldn’t be such a paragon of stability without my escapes,” he commiserated gravely, though the dimple in his cheek implied otherwise. “Y’know, we don’t spend enough time together, Paris,” Benny mused, using the French pronunciation of the name.

#paris

deputy-noel

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Noel had woken with a pounding headache and freshly bandaged hands, forcing him to accept the good with the bad that had come of hanging around Benny. It wasn’t until hours later that he remembered promising Benny his Friday night, which definitely weighed heavily in the cons.

He returned to his bunk as soon as he was off-duty, half-expecting Benny to have forgotten about their plans as well since he hadn’t heard anything. Silencing all alarms on his comms, he kicked off his boots and crawled under the blanket to glare at the wall in the hopes that he could finish sleeping off the night before. His head had barely hit the pillow when he heard the door, immediately suspecting that he might have underestimated Benny’s memory. He threw off the blanket and turned over, finding himself face to face with his very own lady of the lamp.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t show.”

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Benny beamed, his Cheshire grin firmly in place as he drummed his fingers on the edge of the mattress. He’d dropped down into a crouch to get eye-level with Noel, head cocked to one side to meet the other’s gaze. “Perfect, you sound just like my dad,” he gushed. “We’re already off to a great start!” He straightened and smoothed down the crease of his lapel, which was attached to a truly magnificent sartorial masterpiece. He usually looked as if he’d stumbled out of a sex club after a sloppy bender, a fashion choice he’d leaned into hard tonight. Benny always enjoyed the particular shade of purple his father turned at the sight of mesh.

“C’mon, Edward Zombiehands. I only need you for an hour. Two, tops.” He didn’t dare spend a second longer in his father’s company, especially without access to another fat rail of K. “You don’t even have to be nice. Actually, it’d be better if you weren’t.”

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@delvedinto

#about #finley

delvedinto:

BENNY ✘ FINLEY:

“ simply benny, then. “ he grinned, fingers clasping together around his glass while his forearms laid on the bar-top. dipping his head in a nod with a click of his tongue, he shrugged his shoulders. “ it depends on. whether i can fit you in. “ he teased, fingers stretching a little before reclasping. finley didn’t mind the other leaning against him but there was a twinge in his side due to the added pressure on a badly-bruised, broken, rib. but he liked to forget about his own damaged goods.

he had learnt not to fight benny’s desired steals and instead his hand lifted with ease to the other’s lips. when the glass reached his lips, his index finger jolted up to press against benny’s lips like a shushing motion. “ it’s whiskey. “ he said, knowing not many liked the taste and hoped his warning was enough in case benny decided to vomit if believed to be something else.

Benny’s eyes crinkled with amusement as he kissed the finger at his lips before ducking aside to take a generous gulp of the drink. “Thank god, I was expecting apple juice,” he hummed against the rim of the glass. He’d snorted, smoked, or ingested anything and everything he could get his hands on since he hit double digits, but the warning was still pretty cute. While it was fun to imagine what Finley’s teenage years were like, he was pretty sure they wouldn’t have gotten along. Then again, Benny was probably doing him a disservice; the other would’ve been teeth-achingly adorable at a gangly sixteen.

“So how many drinks deep are you?” he asked archly, giving no impression that he intended on releasing the man’s hand anytime soon. “Is it anywhere close enough that you’ll make me breakfast tomorrow morning?” Benny’s tone was hopeful as he cradled the tumbler against his chest, presumably to keep the drink (or Finley) close. “I’m tired of being strung along. Just take advantage of me already,” he implored dramatically.

#finley

sawbone-rory:

Rory let his hand rest on Benny’s hair, grateful for the familiarity between them. Leaving Tera had felt unavoidable to him at the time, but he couldn’t deny that he’d always wondered if it hadn’t been a mistake that he’d dragged more than just himself into.

He glanced over his shoulder to ensure that his guard was still distracted before looking down at the comms Benny had gifted him. He tapped the screen to check that it was more than a fashion accessory, pulling it from his wrist in the interest of hiding it before his chaperone had a chance to notice. “Oh yeah?” His eyebrows lifted with curiosity when Benny mentioned a date, desperate for any and all gossip after spending more than a month locked up in the barracks and bored out of his mind. “Don’t spare me the details.” He insisted, slipping the device up his sleeve.

“He’s tall, dark, and handsome,” Benny sing-songed as pulled up photos on his communicator. “Major angry dick energy.” Despite how often he went on about dicks and dates, his time was usually monopolized by D&D of a different kind. Not that he was lying, but organizing a campaign took far more effort than wooing some repressed slab of muscle. (Benny had a type.)

“Thought it might be fun to take him out for a spin and visit dear ol’ dad.” It was so wildly out of character that he trusted Rory to understand that it was solely for him. Benny didn’t anticipate that he’d have much success in discovering anything pertinent, but he was hoping to at least get his hands on confirmation that Rory’s family was alive. “What do you think about this one? Does it make me look too easy or just easy enough?”

#rory

deputy-noel:

Noel was visibly confused for a moment before realizing what Benny had meant. He turned to change directions, following the other’s lead instead of trusting his fuzzied instincts this time. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he tried to catch up, cursing his current lack of coordination.

“Is there something preventing you from answering even a single question?” He fell into step beside Benny. Not one to typically wonder or care about the details of other’s lives, Noel’s curiosity was nagging only because Benny had effectively sidestepped his every query and he couldn’t imagine any reason for why. “Ancient curse or not, bet your ass I’m not hunting you down to help you or kiss you on Friday.” He muttered, cutting ahead of Benny to open the door and find that it needed the damn code again. “This place sucks.” He moved to the side to let Benny open it, adding it to the list of things he hated about the greenhouse.

A flicker of surprise darted across Benny’s face, as if he hadn’t expected Noel to notice— or care. But it was gone in a flash as he swerved around the man to reach for the keypad, hefting the jar of honey up to bump it against the other’s chest. “You’re pretty whiny for a tough guy,” he remarked with amusement, curls disheveling with a gust from the hydraulic doors. He stepped backwards out of the greenhouse to keep an eye on Noel, who seemed increasingly impaired as his body metabolized the alcohol (and… other stuff). He might’ve felt guilty if the man hadn’t been so damn determined to be the worst patient possible.

“You don’t need to know where I live because I’m picking you up. I asked you out, remember?” Benny tried as much as he could to seem like an open book, but he supposed someone might eventually realize that it was just an empty journal. While he didn’t give a hoot about coming off as mysterious, he wouldn’t risk giving off the impression of accessibility. “Wear something cute,” he quipped, heading towards the barracks. “Or don’t, whatever.”

#noel

marsroxx

Open to: All terrans Where: Pandemic

Rory had convinced one of the sentinels to take him out, and while it was odd wandering around the city that was holding them prisoner it was also a relief to be outside of the barracks for more than a few minutes at a time. They found themselves at Pandemic, Rory settling in to watch the movie that was playing on the hologram while his escort was busy flirting with a bartender. For a moment, Rory could almost pretend that he wasn’t being held prisoner, maybe that he’d never even left Tera in the first place.

“Can’t believe how much I missed watching TV.” He offered to his neighbor at the bar. “You seen this one before?” He asked, gesturing to the hologram.

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Benny stretched across the cushions to drape himself over Rory’s lap, visibly perking up by the company. It was bittersweet seeing his friend back home, but it was a fleeting thought that he quickly squashed down. Weird, he wasn’t normally one for twee emotions.

“Better question,” Benny countered as he flipped onto his stomach and pillowed his head within his arms, “You gaggle of rapscallions don’t have TV? What the hell do you do to melt your brains otherwise?” He slipped off the bangle dangling from his wrist to transfer it onto Rory’s, a plain-looking bracelet that wouldn’t pester any metal detectors. There was a reason why Benny only courted the useful ones. “I’ve got a hot date this Friday. Maybe I’ll even find someone just for you,” he said, idly tapping the bangle before rolling onto his side to brandish his phone. “Wanna check out my ‘fits?” He tilted the screen towards Rory, revealing a notification that said HELLU RURY.

#rory

deputy-noel:

Noel snorted, feeling very self-righteous. “Whoring your way through every bar in Tera isn’t a social li-” He stopped short as Benny removed his legs and Noel collapsed off of the stool like a ragdoll. He grabbed the edge of the counter and hoisted himself to his feet, lucky enough to be past the point of hurting anything other than his pride.

He clapped his palm against the side of Benny’s head, the blow softened by the bandaging there. “Thanks.” He offered gruffly before turning to walk confidently in the opposite direction of the exit. Still not realizing his mistake, he paused and glanced back at Benny. “Where do you want me to be Friday?”

“Excuse me?” Benny prompted with feigned outrage, watching Noel slither to the floor with a flicker of satisfaction. The names he’d been called had run the full gamut, so it was hard to eke out a reaction other than mockery these days. “None of my gentleman callers would dare be so crass.” He fluffed up the feathery fringe snaking down his chest, freezing only when Noel’s hand smacked against his cheek in what he assumed was supposed to be an appreciative gesture. God, what a caveman.

Benny grabbed the jar of honey and allowed Noel to amble away far enough that his smugness felt deserved. “Well I could name a few places…” he drawled, letting his words trail off suggestively. “But number one would probably be the door.” Benny pivoted on his heel and started marching pointedly down another path.

#noel

slab-o-meat

bro its beddy-bye. its nighty-night, dude

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@deputy-noel

#about #noel

deputy-noel:

Noel’s nose crinkled but he didn’t figure that it was worth arguing the stupid nickname or the suggestion that he wanted to be asked out. He pulled away when Benny touched his face again, swatting the other’s hand away far too slowly to make a difference. He felt good, his rigid demeanor easing into half-hearted attempts at remaining hostile. He wanted another drink, but he couldn’t see where Benny had put the bottle.

“There’s a lot I didn’t ask to know, either.” He pointed out, feeling preachy and blissfully entitled to lecture. He tested Benny’s ability to multitask as he leaned back into the support of the other’s legs, using Benny’s shin as an armrest. “You can’t seem to give me a straight answer to anything. Just a lot of… information that I definitely didn’t ask for.” He gestured idly, teetering on the verge of losing his train of thought. “You might be hanging with plants too much. That’s not- You shouldn’t talk to people like that.”

The look on Benny’s face grew increasingly gleeful as Noel continued to criticize him, utterly enchanted by the usual stoicism melting away to reveal a soft and squishy center. He knew it— Noel always tried too hard to make it seem as if he had less patience than he did, but had yet to carry out any of his threats. It made Benny feel warm inside, like he’d found something precious he could keep in his pocket.

“Thanks for the hot tip,” he said with a chortle. “But I can guarantee you that I hang with enough people. Certainly more than you.” Benny squeezed his legs around Noel in some semblance of a hug, loathe to break contact but sure that he’d squander any goodwill built up tonight if he let the man pass out in the greenhouse. “C’mon, tough guy. Time to go night-night.” Hopping off the counter, he left the bloody detritus strewn on the lab bench but took a moment to squirrel away the contraband before turning back towards Noel.

#noel

deputy-noel:

Noel could feels a comfortable weight settling throughout his muscles, grateful for the gradual numbing effect of whatever Benny had given him. His hooked his feet on the inner rung of the stool, fixing the other with a dubious look. “I’ll go to get you back for this.” He gestured with his bandaged hand, relieved that he didn’t have to leave the debt standing. Benny could be high-maintenance, and Noel was generally irritated when things were hanging over his head.

He scoffed under his breath, though the way that his head was beginning to swim probably should have given him pause for concern. “Well, I wasn’t worried…” He bit the inside of his cheek, heavily invested in maintaining the rumour that he wasn’t physically capable of smiling. He glanced at his hand before looking back to Benny. “Where’d you learn to do this?” He asked curiously. “Assuming you’re not just making this up as you go.” His fingers twitched slightly at the thought, his negging pessimism cropping up to suggest that Benny could just be fucking with him.

“Your conspicuously vague answer tells me that it’s a yes. You do want me to ask you out,” Benny concluded triumphantly, tone teasing. He glanced up to see a muscle in Noel’s cheek twitch and his brows jumped up in delight. “Was that a smile I almost saw there? Don’t get all soft of me, Noey. I’m gonna need you rock hard by Friday.” He dared to boop the other’s nose, comforted by the knowledge that there were several milligrams of benzos coursing through him.

Benny barked out a laugh when Noel expressed doubt, unraveling the roll of gauze across his thighs. “Well it’s too late now if I were. But even if I’d amputated your hands, I really couldn’t have made your zombie hands worse.” He prepped the wrap with honey, debating how much he felt like divulging to someone who so willingly drank the Council’s Kool-Aid. “There’s a lot about me you don’t know, Noey,” Benny said sagely as he clipped off the end of the gauze and gave the other’s hand a pat. “For instance, I like to be smooched when I’m getting fucked, so you’d better show up Friday or you owe me a kiss.”

#noel

delvedinto:

BENNY ✘ FINLEY:

an amused smirk tugged at the corners of finley’s lips, a low but soft chuckle escaping as he listened and observed benny’s reaction to his previous comment. “ i don’t doubt that one bit. “ he grinned, hand falling into his lap while the other remained grasped around his glass - almost afraid that benny was going to steal it considering how fast he was downing his own. touch was sort of like a guilty pleasure of fin’s, it was mostly how he communicated with others and part of him didn’t understand why others weren’t the same.

“ oh, do tell me what kind of mood you’re in. “ he mused, smirking into his glass as he lifted it to his lips. large hands spread wide across the surface. “ though i have to say, i’m pretty good at french braiding. “

“Well, you know. The yoozh,” Benny said flippantly. “Chaotic, horny, not wasted enough.” He grinned at Finley’s response, never failing to appreciate the other’s humor. “Then I expect you to be at my beck and call for all of my French-braiding needs,” he declared, leaning against the man as if he expected it to happen right there. Both his favorite and least favorite thing about Finley was that the man seemed to be under the delusion that Benny could be handled by rudimentary means. He liked the effort, and there was enough of a tinge of withheld approval that ignited his dynamite of daddy issues in all the wrong right ways.

“Whatcha drinkin’?” He reached for Finley’s glass, but instead of trying to wrestle it away, he simply wrapped his fingers over the other’s to lift the glass to his lips.

#finley

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