Benjamin’s Abel - Part 2
Part 2 of the interaction between Atticus, and @tymezneurowman’s oc, Benjamin
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Benjamin thought nothing of Atticus’s reaction at first. He was mostly focused on how Alastor would probably abandon or kill him for attempting to murder Atticus.
But then, Benjamin saw it.
A deep, opaque black leaked from Atticus’s eyes. As he laughed, inky saliva dripped from his mouth.
His hair was beginning to float and flow, blurring the line between liquid and solid.
His limbs stretched and distorted as his laughter became more and more manic.
His body became caked in a grainy appearance, as though he was being viewed through an old film projector.
Finally, Atticus looked at Benjamin, and he saw it.
Black sclera with white pupils.
“You really thought you could FUCKING KILL ME?!” Atticus’s shrieked. His voice had a filter on it, the kind of distortion found in vintage movies.
The poor boy was on his hands and knees, parts of him melting into a puddle of ink. Limbs collapsed and then re-solidified over and over.
Benjamin just stared. This was not the kind of breakdown he expected. He thought Atticus would immediately run to Alastor, that Atticus would be delighted to turn their father against Benjamin.
“I—I” Benjamin sputtered. He hadn’t thought about what he was doing until now. The reality of death was ultimately foreign to him, given his circumstance.
He was certainly Alastor’s son.
Benjamin and Atticus remained mostly silent for a few moments. The only sound was Atticus’s heavy, gasping breaths as he tried to calm himself.
Finally, Benjamin decided on what to do. He wordlessly began the transformation back into his deerish body. Normally, he would’ve stepped into another room to do this, but given how jaded Atticus was to generic creepy things, it wasn’t really necessary.
Once back in his more comfortable form, Benjamin carefully trotted over to Atticus and laid down on the ground next to him. Knowing that Atticus typically liked physical affection, he leaned towards his brother in an attempt to comfort.
It only took a moment for Atticus to wrap his arms around Benjamin and begin cuddling him like one would a large dog. The ink leaking from every part of Atticus stained Benjamin's fur.
Atticus took a moment to breathe, to calm himself down. never would he have thought his own brother would've done something so cruel to him.
The ink puddles and stains began to disintegrate as Atticus calmed down. He pulled away just enough to look at Benjamin. He was still breathing shakily, but he was definitely feeling better.
He looked Benjamin in the eyes, and spoke in a tone that was stern, but shockingly, not particularly angry or scared.
"Ben, care to tell me why you though that was a good idea?"