i don't belong.

a man of the sea. a man of loneliness. not even a man at all. benjamin benny lafitte. formerly; thecajunthirst. [ semi-private benny lafitte rp blog. ]

[dragonborndigitalart]

Epic Crossover Brotps: Bishop & Benny

You take away the fangs and the fun, we were born human.

[rodeoveteran]

you belong in my pocket bennypoo

       "That's a big pocket ya got there, brotha', if yer thinkin' I can fit in it." 

[rodeoveteran]

huskyfella → rodeoveteran

[foxsmlder]

“Not my first rodeo, mate.”

[rodeoveteran]

[purgatorycaps]

[bennylafitte]

[rodeoveteran]

we made it, brother. i can’t believe it.

[rodeoveteran]

belonging. have some teeth. hi, guys. yes, it's me. benny. yes, i'm here uh -- if you want something... too bad. |: no, just kidding. but the likelihood of activity being high here is low. so if you do want something specific, you do need to let me know. 'cause otherwise benny is going to be around for specific people. so, yes. thanks for being here and stuff! assbox is always open.

[athisbestarchive]

     "— fun times. … as long as it don’t put you outta your way or anything,” Having memories shoved into his head atop of what had accumulated from the ordeal made for restless nights. It would all wane sooner or later, he figured, if history said anything about that. ( Faded photographs instead of lurid detail. ) Raylan pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, releasing a muted sigh before his hand lowered. “I’ll tell her once I can… — think straight.”

[rodeoveteran]

       "It don't put me outta my way. 'N even if it did, s'worth it. I'll see what I can find 'n bring it all back." Reaching out, the vampire set a broad hand on Raylan's shoulder, squeezing with just enough pressure to exceed gentle reassurance but not enough to cause any pain. "On yer own time, kid. What's the worst that happens 'cause you took yer time -- ? She give you one of her looks 'n then is back to Winchestering ya? If yer holdin' out 'cause you need time ain't nobody gonna fault you. Just don't take too long 'cause ya think it's gonna make her blame herself more... she's Deanna. That boat's already left the harbor... -- ye' know m'just a phonecall away, yeh? Even if the phone don't like me. Still."

[athisbestarchive]

     "… — there were some gun thugs that had me n’ this kid I knew backed up in a parkin’ lot once. I couldn’t have been a fortnight over sixteen. They wanted to know somethin’ about my daddy. Thought beatin’ the ever-lovin’ shit outta my buddy would get me to spill… I really didn’t know anythin’,"  Raylan twisted his horseshoe ring to and fro. "Basically what happened. The… thing tried puttin’ me through the wringer to get at her. I reckon you get the gist of where that went.”

[rodeoveteran]

       "... more or less. Know that dust that helped out when you got some o'them hounds on yer tail -- ? There are other things like tha'. Might find somethin' tuh help out a bit with sleep." He didn't ask about nightmares. How could there not be any attached to this -- ? "Don't got no guarantees -- stuff ain't really what I know lots about. But my ma would dabble in enough o'it tha' m'sure I could dig up somethin'. Maybe find somethin' in regards tuh the people you're seein' too." Preventing or fighting supernatural caused ailments with superstition based remedies might not have seemed like the best option. But it was an option all the same. 

[purgatorycaps]

[athisbestarchive]

     "I know, okay — ? Just… — I don’t feel like tellin’ her yet. She’s already blamin’ herself," Suddenly, he wished he had his Stetson on. To be the man in the hat, the marshal — not this, not Raylan right now. “… a guy n’ li’l girl.”

[rodeoveteran]

          "M'not tellin' ya what tuh do, Raylan. You've got yer reasons. Don't gotta justify 'em to me."  As much as he cared about both parties, he knew better than to interject himself in a situation already complicated enough. Each of them carried respective burdens neither were meant to, he'd known that seconds into knowing both of them. Nothing he said was going to change that. Not for Deanna. And definitely not for the man before him now. It was his place to do what he could as a person in their lives.  "A'ight. M'gonna ask what happened. I don't expect answers. 'N if ya change subject, I won't press. But if yer seein' people -- ..."

[athisbestarchive]

     "… — there hasn’t been any… ’ contact,’" Yet went unspoken. “Yeah, it does… — Deanna doesn’t know the details. Don’t want her to, really.”

[rodeoveteran]

      "... thought as much if you're comin' tuh me with questions better fit for a hunter. I ain't gonna run my mouth. But if whatever you're seein' does end up bein' ghosts, she's goin' tuh find out either way." Concern is barely hidden in a pale gaze, Benny's focus unwavering despite the careful scanning glance over tired features. "What are you seein' -- ?" 

[tardisy]

[rodeoveteran]

The best index to a person’s character is how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and how he treats people who can’t fight back.

[myturntocarvearchive]

raise your hand if you've been emotionally destroyed because of athisbest

[athisbestarchive]

     "… how can you tell… christ, I can’t believe I’m sayin’ this… how can you tell the difference between you just seein’ things or it bein’… y’know, a ghost or some shit like that — ?"

[rodeoveteran]

        " ... m'not really the expert when it comes tuh things like that. Guess a lot of it depends on if any ' contact ' is bein' made 'n if more than just seein' 'em is happenin'. Why ya askin' -- ? This have anythin' tuh do with what happened -- ?" Because yes -- he's heard. 

[athisbestarchive]

     "… can I ask you somethin’ — ?"

[rodeoveteran]

        "... -- 'course ya can, Pup. What's on yer mind -- ?"