#benji saron

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Super thrilled to get a collection of three of my TBC kids from Harp - Orrin, Kira and Benji in all his disaster glory. And Benji looking so much like Cain's song it's beautiful.

[jateshi]

FFXIVWrite2024 - Day 3: Tempest

(Benji doesn't have a sideblog yet so...)

Rolling out of the inn bed the viera stretched and felt the click of his jaw popping as Benji tiredly rubbed the side of his face, frowning at the feeling of grit and grime on his face.

Another sun of - the viera's ears pulled up after a few more minutes as the man realized he had no idea where he was and one eye seemed almost glued shut with swelling and blood, making the quick inventory of where he woke up harder. It took just a few more seconds as he pulled to his feet before he caught the sliver of a window and the bright green ahead of him. It took a few steps more before Benji was leaning on the wall and realized Gridania, from the green and wood scent, and then stared at the silver plate of a mirror to take in whatever the eve before had done to him.

One eye was pressed shut - bruised, only half a sun old he judged. A cut on his forehead and cheek that he stared at with blank emptiness, air leaving his lungs as he closed his eyes and pressed his head lightly against the wall.

He had snatches of the sun before but the only thing he recalled of the night had been a red haze as the sun had set. Fumbling for his pearls, his pack, Benji pulled the strings back and dug out a healing potion with too much familiarity with where they were buried, uncorking it and drinking the bitter brew down as he tested his eye until the swelling at least went down.

"Kinara?" The call was soft, Benji's voice tired and as shaken as he usually was after another episode. "Weren't we near Kugane last night?" He remembered the inn, the food, the flush of pride seeing his student and friend so well - then slowly less and less as it felt like he scattered. "Did I leave my bow th- if you can find it, I'm sorry I left at dinner." His tone made it a question and his ears lowered as he gingerly touched his face again.

"What was that?" His attention has shifted and he'd forgotten he was on the pearl call, staring instead at a distant line of red clouds like a coming storm. "I'll be back later, I forgot something I need to do." It felt like the haze from dreams again as Benji closed his eyes against the pressure of a headache between his ears, pulling the pearl out of his ear on habit and tucking it away as the confusion bled from his expression and sank beneath the waves of red coming closer and closer.

[jateshi]

FFXIVWrite2024 - Day 29: Dance (Extra Credit)

"Saron, right?" The viera's ears flicked and twisted back before the male himself did and his eyes lit up with the smile and nod. "Lady at the front asked me to send over this-" The server set the drink down with a wink and a nod to the other viera on the side, a graceful woman with long hair curled and draped down her shoulder, hiding her eyes as her head dropped demurely.

Picking the drink up Benji turned the glass around then realized there was a piece of folded paper in his hand from it, opening the paper and ears flattening and shifting uncertainly in confusion and consternation as he looked at the drink then over at the viera.

Sipping the drink when she made eye contact with him, Benji tasted it and then lifted the drink in salute. The woman smiled then crooked a finger at Benji, the 'come here' hook of a finger with a smile on her face. Sipping the drink again Benji's ears shifted - the slight lowering and twisting was the uncertainty as he crossed the room towards the women who took a few steps forward to meet him.

She moved slowly and took the drink from his hand and set it down, taking his hand and leaning in close, whispering a word before his ears snapped up and a smile slipped onto her face. And Benji, returning the smile, tugged her hand and led her back to the floor of the tavern, the two moving like slipping shadows in the small area near the harper that saw them ready to dance and began to play a rousing jig. Elation, smiles, and joy - soon the tavern danced with them, the pair of viera at the center spinning out and around in a line unbroken long through the night.

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slapped a slight background on but

Benji! I love Benji!

And when he stops dyeing his hair and it grows out, he's the spitting image of Kira and his father, just minus the beard.

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Okay so like... actually FINISHED something?  Sorta?  And I do love it.  My guilty-pleasure and angsty lad Benji.

If Kira is sunshine and genki powers, Benji is depressed teen mortality realizations. :D

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What the Night Brings [TBC-Tober 2021]

"Don't think I forgot what you did last time..."

Kira stared at Benji, the words hanging in the air between the two Saron children as the darkness of the night began to overtake the sky.  Blue eyes met green and stared, holding contact even as the younger Saron had to look up at her brother.

"You know it's for your protection.  Your safety."

Kira's eyes narrowed.

"If you'd just listen," he continued calmly, reassuringly, quietly, "then you'd see They are right."

A leg kicked the fence.  Silence stretched out between them with the faint whisper of wind carrying from the woods that rimmed their street.  Kira pulled down the sleeves of her borrowed hoodie, the black a contrast to the brilliant white that her brother wore.  And the red that marred it, the same shade of red of the doors.

Benji took a step closer to Kira and she tensed up, frozen, her hand bone-white knuckles on the wood.  It wasn't quite the hour where the sleepers would stir, or the lucids would patrol, but it was the hour that the Song rose, like a distant clarion call that teased the air from the storm drain.  Her eyes were confused almost but Benji's glasses caught a flash of reflected white and she blinked a few times and shook her head.

"You say you won't forget what I did."  A breath taken and Kira's voice rose, determined and laced with conviction.  "I won't either.  I saw you out stalking, Benji.  I saw you out there, and I saw you make sure the Shape came out!  You're just lucky their team saved them!"

Suppression.  His eyes were tired - when had he been anything but tired since he'd come home?  But Suppression was safety, he wanted to tell her, even as the wind picked up and with a cold blast Kira was off the fence.  In the growing dim shadows that wove into night in their full time, he closed his eyes and massaged them, tired and wanting... something.

It needed to be over soon, he whispered.  Kira was doing dangerous things and with another Voice gone, soon they would all be silenced except for Speak-As-One and it'd be all right again.

But there was a worry, a nagging doubt that even he couldn't push away as he turned to look down the street.  The Shape had come out the night before and someone had been dragged out.  He needed to look into that house, and see if it needed to be cleaned up before it was caught.  But... as he crossed the grass he knelt, fingers in the drip of crimson.  

How could he tell his sister he didn't know what time she was speaking about.  His nights were a blur of work and song, and he knew he lost something when he passed through the doors.  But if they worked... together... "...you should go back to sleep," he murmured as he headed for the house at the end of the lane.  He hadn't done this too, had he?  She never forgot - he always seemed to.

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Oops I have a bit of a backlog I need to get through in posting some art!  WHOMP WHOMP...

Anyways.... Benji with a distinctly not red scarf.  HRM.  I WONDER WHO THAT COULD BE FROM....

Someday I will shade things.  That day is not this day!

ANYWAYS ALSO - Benji in his babby Lucid look, which due to some RP shenanigans he’s... not sporting at the moment. ovo

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Day Three - Did you ever know who you really were? [Benji]

When you'd been in Redacre a long time, days bled together.  Benji, looking up from the street he watched for mischief, stared up to the moon with a frown slowly knitting in his usually exhausted expression.

You didn’t used to be like this, Benji!  

He’d had a fight with his sister more than a week ago.

She simply does not understand the song and her place in it.

He nodded his head to that, the reassurance there a familiar one as the Instrument’s chorus continued to weave in the air.

Dad yelled all the time, when you got into trouble!

Had he gotten in to trouble...?

And then one day, you were just gone!  Mom and Dad, they said you got hurt!  You were in the hospital for two weeks!

He didn’t remember that, and the frown on his face grew, the warning sounds of the Instrument distracting him before he parsed... trouble?  Kids.  Red hair, half-mask and horns,  Someone he vaguely recalled seeing before, as he climbed down from his tree into the shadows and then went for a closer roof.

When you came home you were so out of it, but Dad said it was okay!  

He’d wanted to run when Kira had cornered him, and that was unusual - the fact she had closed the door, getting him alone before he headed for his part-time job in the town.  Her eyes were worried, and all he’d been able to remember was how much that worry would go away if she just stayed asleep.

Listened.

Obeyed.

You were like a sleepwalker when you went back to school, too!  I wasn’t the only one who saw it!  You didn’t even look sad when the principle announced your best friend had run away!

His best-

His eyes widened and it was like a crack, his hand on his phone but the kid, whoever they were, slipping away before he could catch them.

He remembered brown eyes.  He remembered the fake-dyed blue hair spiked with black.  He remembered borrowing the faded, muted rainbow sleeves and joking that he could only have one so they were a matched set of weirdos...

But he couldn’t remember the name...?

You became a whole ‘nother person, Benji!  I just want.. I just want my brother back!

Kira had run off then, but the feeling of a cold sweat only hit now, days later, as he stared in the dark shadows with an unsure frown.  He knew who he was.  But it felt like maybe... for a moment, he hadn’t been so sure.