#caninherit

[dunnitmoved]

he's wearing his extreme lack of drive flannel. only used once a year, sometimes less. never a good sign. it's written all over his face.  ❛  did you notice people just... aren't getting murdered these days?  ❜  for benoit blanc, this equates to discussing the weather. a very rainy, very dreary type of weather. 

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[diniel]

5: 30 rears its ugly head by the time she calls him up for the third time. no answer, and the rings increase, over and over and over, until even Marta's extremely high level of tolerance when it comes to people begins to wear off. it's a good thing, she thinks, that he's given her his hotel room number, and by the time she knocks on his suite, it's almost 6 o'clock, meaning they've lost the chance to see the sunrise - she's a bit moody about that too.

IT’S NOT THAT HE PURPOSELY IGNORES HER  ,       he merely chooses to keep his phone on silent when he sleeps  .      not to mention    he clearly didn’t take marta’s invitation to a morning run seriously    when he agreed to it the evening before               three glasses of champagne already in his system and plenty of more drinks to follow as the night progressed  .         in fact  ,    he never really takes her concerns for his well - being too seriously  .        don’t get him wrong  !         daniel appreciates it  ,     even responds with genuine smiles and heartfelt jokes   instead of his usual cynical remarks  .         but it feels a tad redundant  ,     a waste of time and energy on her behalf  .

marta  ,   clearly  ,  disagrees  .         impatient knocking pulls him out of the shallow sleep he’s somehow managed to half - way drown himself in  ,     his head heavy and his body even more so .         it’s after a long moment of confused blinking and listening that daniel finally detects the origin of his abrupt awakening  ,     and it’s only with a glance at his phone               hello  ,  three missed calls  !               that he also understands  .          a groan and he forces himself into a sitting position  ;     more knocking and he is on his feet  .         ❝     i’m up  .     ❞         he croaks  ,     but doubts his visitor can hear it  .

❝     i thought you were joking  !     ❞          is the first thing daniel says to her  ,      leaning heavily against the door frame  .          then his gaze falls on her sporty get - up  .        ah  ,  definitely not a joke  .         judging from her upset expression  ,     marta isn’t exactly amused   by the assumption either .         the bourbon last night suddenly feels like a shit idea  .          ❝     think this means i won’t get the chance to have breakfast first  ,  huh  ?     ❞

⠀                           ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⠀      @caninherit​​ ｡

[boogeykill]

morning  light  falls  in  through  ornamented  windows ,       colored  glass  painting  sunrays  in  the  otherwise  modestly  decorated  hall .       every  step  made  upon  the  stone  tiles  would  echo  through  the  nave .       lonely  row  is  occupied  only  by  the  suited  man .       most  rows  are  empty ,       as  they  are  here  during  sunday  mass .       it  is  more  peaceful  this  way ,       no  prying  gazes  to  withstand  and  nothing  but  the  preacher’s  voice  heard  from  the  front     -----     and  the  reason  why  he  comes  here .       always  seeking ,    but  not  really  finding .

yet  when  one  looked  at  him  they  would  see  the  blank  expression  of  a  thoughtful  man ,       able  to  trick  them  into  thinking  he  is  one  that  finds  deep  meaning  within  gentle  words  coming  from  the  podium .       while  in  reality ,    his  mind  is  far  away .       bruised  hands  are  folded  upon  his  lap ,       somber  face  bowed  slightly .       head  is  raised  as  wood  creaks  and  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  he  notices  another’s  presence .       he  turns  to  look  at  her ,       somewhat  uncomfortable ,       puzzled  at  first ,       but  then  offers   a  nod  in  greeting .     //  @caninherit​​

[dunnitmoved]

@caninherit​ said: “I’m pregnant..” :)))

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴: 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃?! 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽.

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, save for the beating of his heart. it grows quicker, stronger, like every new second made it come closer to bursting out of his ribcage. the first thing that came to him wasn't the sensation of panic; not the concern with bringing a child into a world he did not trust, to a life with a father who did not function as a regular man would. these were worries for a later time, for the dead of night when he was left alone with his thoughts while trying to settle into this new reality. right at this moment, all benoit blanc could feel was sheer joy. 

disbelief still takes him for a moment, as he stares into marta's eyes with a hint of confusion to his own.  ❛    –––  what?  ❜   he asks softly, forgetting himself and how easily he could find answers without them revealing themselves to him. it is only when he remembers and searches for them in her face that he can see she was speaking the truth. was she glowing? had the cliches of the outside world already caught up to him? 

❛  we're having a baby?  ❜  a grin breaks through his expression, overtaking every last inch of his features. it lights up his eyes like never before. this was not the gleam of discovery, of curiosity when he worked a case. it was not the shine of an enamoured man either; it was something else altogether. something stronger. it feels like it will consume him like wildfire.  benoit draws closer to her, hands cupping her face most tenderly.  ❛  we're having a baby.  ❜  he repeats, whispering the words just for the two of them.  

[dunnitmoved]

@caninherit​ said: taps him on the shoulder, and when he turns around, she gives benny a big ol' smooch on the lips

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. it matched that of his feet as he paced along the length of the room deep in thought; navigating the stormy waters of his mind. benoit blanc rarely knew calm. he would always be quick to say that his mind was never at a rest, always thinking of the next step while it reviewed the ten previous ones. and though he would speak of the phenomenon with a most tranquil expression upon his features, it always struck a chord in me. it seemed like a most exhausting place to be in, that mind of his. privately, i'd always hoped that my friend would come to know some reprieve, though nothing ever seemed to be enough to soothe his unquenchable curiosity. 

that is, until marta cabrera came into the picture. her impact upon the detective had been like lightning; sudden, luminous and all consuming. speaking of her would bring a gleam on his eyes that was quite distinguished from that spark of curiosity that would send him into a mad spiral soon after; it was the kind of light that slowly and steadily pushed away the darkness. being with her was its own kind of plenitude, even more pronounced than the mere thought of the woman. 

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦, but on that rainy autumn afternoon as he paces the floor and marta cabrera taps on his shoulders, he is introduced to it. when he turns to see her face, calm extends him its hand. when she kisses him and quietens every twittering thought in his head and brings his heart into a comfortable, steady albeit powerful drumming, he fully embraces it. 

marta cabrera had the uncanny ability to settle any worry that benoit blanc ever faced. she brought him peace in the place of anguish, a priceless trade. though it was not the only one he came to know in her presence, oh no. when benoit blanc met her lips with his own, calm would wash over him, yes, but it would soon be replaced by an even mightier sentiment. wrapping his arms around her and pulling her impossibly close, he would be taken by the fires of passion, and that proved to be an even better medicine to his ailments. 

[dunnitmoved]

@caninherit​ said: ‘we believe in each other and that’s everything.’

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴: 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙿 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

he doesn’t know how she does it. how she manages to bring out the light in the darkest of places, to remain kind in a world as cruel as this. most of all, he doesn’t know how simple words from her lips could soothe every ache he’s ever felt. she quietens his thoughts, steadies his nerves, but makes his heart skip beats. everyday, he worries he will ruin this. that the ugly parts of his life will taint hers, that she’ll realize he doesn’t truly deserve to be there. 

and every day, even without knowing, she finds a way to assure him that there’s nothing to fear. she believes in him, she says. just as he believes in her. and god, he does so with every fiber of his being. to him, there is no one better in the face of the earth. no one more capable, more deserving of good. all he can wish for is to be able to make her feel even a fraction of the happiness she brings him. 

benoit smiles the way only marta can make him. void of any guises, pure and sincere. warm, loving. it reaches his eyes, paints over every last line upon his features. indeed, he is consumed by his adoration of her. he reaches for her face, cupping it gently; handling it like the world’s most precious treasure. his thumb strokes over the soft skin of her cheek. if he could live in this moment forever, he would.   

❛  i love you.  ❜  it is the first time he says it, though the words have been roaming his thoughts whenever he looked at her. perhaps he’d been waiting for a right time, but there could be none better than this. and even though he’d once thought himself incapable of ever sharing those three words with another person, he says it as naturally as breathing. the words just as vital as air is to his lungs. loving her is a part of him now, and he isn’t ashamed to say it. 

[dunnitmoved]

hi bren did u know ur creativity never ceases to amaze me? ok now u know bye xoxo gg

i’m??? never know when to act at compliments thank u nosta ily 

[dunnitmoved]

@caninherit​ said: "Morning."

𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴: 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁.  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽. 

he feels the warmth of her lips before the rays of sunshine peek through the window. hears the sound of her voice before the ear shattering siren of his alarm. it's a nice change of pace. all too different from what he'd grown accustomed to, but he adapts to it with remarkable ease. his lips curl into a half smile, his hand reaches out to entangle his fingers on her hair affectionately as she comes near; a sound hum of approval echoing at the back of his throat. slowly, he comes awake. the reality is better than whatever dream he'd been having.  ❛  mornin'.  ❜  he drawls, feeling another kiss to his jaw. with eyes still closed, benny turns his head for his lips to find hers  ––  they are so practised on the art that they lay claim to hers in the very first try. a little more awake, he goes in for the second. by the third, he is fully transported into the present and has shifted on the bed, now the one leaning over her. pausing, he takes the time to admire her. she is the first thing his eyes see that day. there is no better view on earth. a  smile spreads across his features, his gaze shifts between her lips to her eyes. he places a strand of hair behind her ear. this feels like the domestic bliss he's never known to miss for years. he could get used to it. finally, he says the magic word:   ❛  breakfast?  ❜