#benydikta

[asterites]

❝ it all comes down to perspective. ❞ gentle palms clashes together as a serenade of optimism. joyful / upbeat. her tone dances alongside the radiance of her skin. lips shaping into a natural smile in which stella breathes sonata, and exhales its delicate melody. ❝ for example : we could go out there and get in the way or we can stay put and enjoy some tea. at the very least, the later seems so much more enjoyable don't you think so ? ❞ @benydikta ☆

[opyre-a]

addressed : @benydikta ,

there is bitterness that lurks in the hollows of the pain in his chest , and he feels its presence with his every breath . a pang of dull hurt becomes almost staggering with each beat of his heart , which hastens further with every footfall that draws him closer to the woman whose very presence gifts him with dread . and yet , he continues , in some naive ideal of hope for peace , or , knowing chaos , but he prays irreligiously for a conversation nonetheless . her existence in the hideaway has brought him nothing but unease , and as he's purposefully avoided her every move , despite knowing she , by now , must have conversed at least once with his brother , he wonders how it went .

so , when rumor had befallen his ear , he led himself toward the place he'd heard of her residence . and when he sees her , seated at the edge of the bar , he's forced to repress a quelled anger that resurfaces to the palms of his hand , alight with the animosity of betrayal , but just numb enough that his composure remains regally steady , seemingly indifferent . he recognizes her well from that night . how many years have passed since then . . .

❛ benedikta . ❜ his voice is like a razor blade : polished and non - threatening , yet equally sharp . ❛ of all places , i did not think to find you here . ❜

[royalarms-a]

continued from here . / @benydikta

WITH A FIRM STRIKE DOES HE LAND A FINISHING BLOW TO THE ENEMIES THAT HAVE SINCE SHED HIS ROYAL BLOOD . his wrist fumbles & his sword descends with a loud clatter , clanging 'gainst the floor 'pon which they stand . frustration breathes fire through an irritated sound & he sighs as he clutches his pained tendons . he looks to her as if she's the one who'd charged them into a fit of violence & the look of scorn across his face is unmistakable . she refers to herself as a damsel in distress , but he knows far too well that's nothing even remotely identifiable to the truth . ❛ -- seriously ?! ❜

& with the last of their enemies staved off , irritation exasperates his voice .

❛ a little help next time ? ❜ & while frustration beads in the moisture atop his forehead , he catches his breath , sighing into the crisp air of dawn . ❛ what if you got hurt ? ❜

[eifri]

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

orphan black sentence starters. || @benydikta

TRUTH BE TOLD, NOT EXACTLY. what clive knows of her stems from primarily word of mouth and what little he has observed on his travels of late. even so, he isn't particularly inclined to learn more. another soldier that remains complacent in the face of cruelty, when she isn't the one orchestrating it. ( perhaps part of him resents that he, too, bears sins not too dissimilar. ) fingers furl about the hilt of his sword, & he narrows his gaze on her. reminds himself that they are not the same / that all he did was because he had no choice.

" i know enough. " he begins, tilting the blade upward. a threat, albeit subtle. though he had hoped it wouldn't require bloodshed, clive understands such a desire is naive. benedikta isn't the most amicable, of that much he can be certain. no matter what, though ... ' i need to find him. ' he thinks. need to know. the thought that the dominant strays further as they speak has anxiety bubbling under his skin, scowl deepening and jaw clenching in turn.

" i won't ask again, benedikta. tell me where the dominant is. " if she chooses to get in his way, then so be it. 13 years of suffering & servitude have led him here, and he'll be damned if he lets her keep him from this ⸻ not now that it's so close. the aura about him is that of a wild beast; feral and violent, but restrained in the face of uncertainty. a deep-seated restlessness rattles him in a way he cares not to try and conceal, but he retains an air of caution nonetheless.

[eikonshiva]

— reassurance starters | accepting.

@benydikta asked: “ if there's anything you don't want to do, you don't have to. “

Glacial gaze turned to 'Garuda' something akin to a chuckle leaving her chilled lips.

"We've come this far! Might as well keep moving forward." Was her response, body language implying she wasn't going anywhere. "Are you ready for this, Benedikta? Or should we wait a little longer?"