#benjy 003

[unchainedandromeda]

@benjyfvnwick

Placing the last folded towel snuggly into the linen cupboard, Andi releases a soft puff of breath from her mouth. tugging the hem of Ted’s old shirt down from where it had risen up. Even with magic, it still felt some days like she was constantly playing catch-up, that no matter how much they tidied, their hurricane of a daughter managed to tear something apart in another room. 

Satisfied that the laundry was done, at least until Dora went for another ‘explore’ in the creek, Andi pads her bare feet into the kitchen, appreciating the heady scent of chocolate in the air. It had been Dora’s request that they spend the morning baking and that wasn’t a request Andi could bring herself to deny. Opening the oven slightly to check whether the cakes had risen, she perks her head at the sound of the door, knowing the wards would only let in those with permission. “In the kitchen,” she calls, one eye darting to where her wand lies on the counter.

[picavirgo]

don’t you worry, child ;;

@gottabebenjy

There were six crack in her ceiling. Falda looked up at the ceiling for a long time, waiting for the spell on her wrists to wear off, and eventually got desperate enough to start counting marks on her ceiling. It was a welcome enough distraction from the stinging across her body, the pain of those burns and bites against her skin; she’d’ve taken anything right now to keep her from thinking about that.

The dogs are all barking and whining downstairs, so it’s a mark that something’s wrong when they all stop. The woman could be back. Falda felt sick just thinking about it, and tried again to tug her hands free from their spot stuck over her head. But the voice from downstairs is a male’s voice. Sam, probably, or one of the others. She isn’t sure who, but they got into her house, and the dogs have stopped their barking. Whoever it is, can’t be that bad. 

“Hey!” she finally shouted when she finally gave up on wrestling her hands free. “Help! If someone’s there... H-Hello?”