The guard seized those tousled waves of his head, pulling upward with such force that Benjamin was forced to cry out in pain. “ANSWER ME!” he roared, his breath wet and hot and reeking of whatever last bottle of booze he chugged before coming here.
A warm wave of spit rained down on Benjamin’s face at this demand. If the hair-pulling wasn’t already enough for him to headbutt the living shit out of this man, the spitting now had him convinced. But what could he do in this situation? Think, Benjamin. Think.
“You mean that ring,” he complied at last. Blood, and relief, rushed back to his skull the moment the guard let go.
“Yes.”
Benjamin pinned the man with one final glare, as if savoring that stupid look on his face for what could have well been his last time. “Yeah. Last time I recall, I slid it onto your mom’s finger. Which by the way, how’s she been doing these days? I remember her telling me how disappointed she was in her bastard son,” he spat right back.
A solid-right-hand came hurtling in his direction.
name : benjamin kirscht
pronouns : he / him
birthdate : 974 AE ( twenty-three )
residence : zephis, hatheon
occupation : fighter pilot
likes : red poppies, being a dick to kingsmen
dislikes : said kingsmen but in airships
SUMMER OF 981. benjamin can never forget that part of his childhood. and no, not the one where he and his best friend would camp out and see who could count the most stars before falling asleep. and not the one where his father put him in the cockpit of their biplane and taught him the ropes of flying for the first time, either.
what he remembers most from the summer of 981 ━ that gut-wrenching pit in his stomach when his little sister wasn’t at her usual hiding place near the stream. he turned his back against her for one minute, just one minute, like he always did. what was once an innocent game of hide-and-seek turned into a wide-spread search that lasted for months. he never visited the stream beds again after that.
distraught over the loss of his sister, benjamin enlisted in hatheon’s air corps at sixteen. it gave him something new to hope for, something to fight for. with the experience his father had given him on the back of his hand, he soon became one of the corps’ most respected pilots, assigned with shooting down enemy airships and scouting imperial bases for news against their foes.
but then came one strange mission, from an unknown caller with just one special request: retrieve a weapon growing in halamoor. the reward? answers about his sister’s death.
benjamin doesn’t know what’s on those islands. now, he’s more than willing to find out. but while unveiling secrets of the unknown has been his top expertise, little does he know how grand this one might be.
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soft headcannon thing w any one of the fs characters? (just pick whichever one you’re vining with the most rn)
doing benjamin bc i love that bastard
what they smell like : pls i’m not even gonna lie most of the time he smells like ash, engine exhaust, & some kind of aircraft fuel from all the time he spends around planes and flying in general
what their favorite smells in the world are : perfumes; clean air. literally anything that isn’t tainted with the stench of smoke or fresh gunpowder. plus zephis pollution STINKS so you can bet he’s sick of that
what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in : it gets hot in his apartment and he can’t afford to fix the ac so. benjamin just wears his boxers and calls it a night
my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : n/a bc spoilers !!
my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them : he and his bff jean are so aghsfjhsd sometimes when they say goodbye ben will slap his ass or jean will be like “k now gimme a little kiss” and i just *cut scene to amélie watching them like 🧍🏻♀️📸*
a song that reminds me of them : the things we did last summer by jo stafford. idk i guess when it plays i just imagine him staring out into space while some radio plays this in the background
what animal i think they would be if they were an animal : hmm this is gonna sound weird but he’d be a deer?? idk what the males are called HELP
what position they sleep in : i imagine him to be a side-sleeper. like he tosses and turns a lot before falling asleep and when he does, it’s whatever last position he was in
their favorite drink : black coffee. he’ll absorb that like there’s no tomorrow
a gift i would give them if i could : a big, beautiful bouquet of red poppies ♡
