#feallende

[keynvor-blog]

     “Samuel.” Tenanye's voice was soft as she spoke and she made no noise as she approached. She was wearing one of his shirts and not much else—she just wanted to be comfortable right now when she felt like her skin was crawling. There was blood on the collar of the shirt and she'd rolled down the sleeves to hide the bruises on her wrists.

She reached out hesitantly, a hand coming to catch his arm and hold onto his sleeve.

“Can I sit with you for a bit?”

She was off again that same behaviour she'd exhibited when Samuel had first claimed her.

@feallende

[banbryce-blog]

       Benjie was sat on the counter in the kitchen rolling a gold ring around his fingers. After talking with Mercy Benjie realized he didn't want to wait around anymore. There were things he was suppose to do before he proposed but.. but he felt like it was time. Those things could come afterwards.

He stared at the ring in his palm. It was a simple ring, a gold band with the phrase in aeternum engraved on the inside.

Forever; eternally.

He didn't know if Sam would say yes, he didn't even know how Sam would feel about being proposed to.

He sighed and ran his hand over his face before clasping them together, the ring pressing and digging into his palms.

“Uh, God.” He said softly. “Hi, I.. I don't know if you're listening, or if you'd even listen to a man like me. I.. I don't worship you I'm Pagan you see.. I mean I guess you know that.” He trailed off and let out a nervous chuckle.

“But, I do respect you and I mean, I guess you know what I'm going to do but I think it's right that I tell you anyway. Samuel, I wont say his other name, because we both know how he feels about it. But I love him. I love him so much and I have to thank you if you put him in my path or me in his because I have never been this happy before and I hope that I make him happy and that is what you want for him. He's a good soul and he deserves some happiness, but I digress. If he will have me I want to marry him and I'm not presumptuous enough to ask for your blessing or anything. I know getting involved in the lives of mortals isn't generally a good thing to do, but.. but I just wanted to tell you, he is my world.”

Benjie trailed off, a fond smile on his face.

“Anyway, uh, thank you for listening if you did, I wont take up anymore of your time.” He dipped his head and unclasped his hands. There was an imprint of the ring pressed into his palms and Benjie traced it reverently for a moment before looking up at the small potted plant that he'd set on the counter.

He hoped Sam didn't think it was strange—the whole reason he'd gone home in the first place.

With a sigh he worried his fingers together before standing. He put the ring in his pocket and cleared his throat.

“Sam.” He said, raising his voice a little, knowing that he'd be heard wherever Samuel was in the house. He’d heard the faint chime of piano keys earlier, but he’d zoned out when he was talking and now had lost the man’s location in the house.

“Could you come here for a moment?”

Well, here it goes.

@feallende

[mistressxgrace]

Making Time II Grace&Sam

Text: Hello Samuel. How are you dear?

Text: I am sorry that I have not checked in with your earlier, I had some rather charming company this past week.

Text: I did wish to check on you and your lovely Benjamin though. How have you both fared?

@feallende

[banbryce-blog]

I have the best damn views on the island, you can’t change my mind. ( @feallende )

[banbryce-blog]

      Benjie promised he would stay out of trouble, he promised Sam he would keep his head down and not get involved and he would. He'd keep his promise, stand by and do nothing even as it ripped him to shreds on the inside.

But he couldn't stay away—no someone had to witness this. He made Quoth stay at home and the Jackdaw buried himself in Sam's pillow shrieking at the top of his voice but if he brought his familiar with him he would try to stop something and get hurt.

He told Lily she should stay too, but there was a cold breeze on his neck that distinctly gave the impression that she would do no such thing.

Nat accompanied him too, cold fingers clasped around his forearm that no one else but Benjie could see.

He stood there in the quad, eyes searching the people being punished and his heart wept for them.

And then his gaze found Sam and Cullen and it was only the tight spectral grip upon his arm that stopped him rushing over.

His nails dug into the palm of his hands, digging until the skin was ripped and bleeding and his thin form was trembling. He felt sick and disgusted by the administration here how could they do this?

“Sam...” Benjie said softly and he took a step towards his love. He couldn’t stay away.

@feallende

[banbryce-blog]

[ ✉ → Guardian Angel 💕 ] Sooooooo what you getting people for Valentine’s day? I’m still running around doing a bit of shopping for people but I have most people covered.

@feallende

[banbryce-blog]

     It was Quoth that spotted Cullen when he was going about his business—that business being scouting for things to add to his collection—when he spotted Cullen. Something was obviously wrong with them—they were injured—and rather than stop the Jackdaw merely squawked at them trying to inform Cullen that he was fetching Benjie. Of course it merely seemed like Quoth was cawing in greeting as he flew past them.

It wasn't long after that that the familiar barreled through the window that was always left open for him screeching loudly for Benjie.

Benjie jumped at the commotion and set his book down beside him.

“Quoth calm down.” He said. “You know I can't understand you when you screech like that.” It was like distorted sound, a garbled mix of bird noises and speech.

Quoth didn't calm down, in fact he got louder, loud enough that Benjie reached up to rub his temples at the sound.

“What.. hurt.. someone's hurt?” He said. He furrowed his brows, nearly giving himself a headache trying to understand.

Suddenly his expression dropped and he was on his feet. Fuck.

“SAM.” He yelled, hoping that no matter where the angel was in the house he'd be able to hear him.

@feallende / @cullenrains

[banbryce-blog]

    The date he had set with Sam had come far too quickly in Benjie's mind, but the dates often did when he had set one for work. He had set his tools out and packed them away one by one in his satchel. There were bones and runes and tarot, there was chalk and salt, everything that Benjie would need. Really he was over prepared but he always would rather have too much than something missing at a key point. Quoth remained silent on his shoulder as he made his way to Sam's apartment, sensing his master's growing apprehension at the work to come.

Benjie had a feeling it would take a lot out of him, considering the spirit was so far pushed back he was going to have to really grab for her—and in that alone there was plenty of risk at being heard by something else, something darker.

Still, Benjie had been doing this a long time he wasn't just some rookie with a Ouija board. He understood the risks perhaps better than some.

With a sigh he realized he'd been standing on the doorstep to Sam's apartment brooding for at least a good ten minutes, he really should knock.

He rapped his knuckle against the door three times.

@stangefeall