#interaction: ben

[wyattdcvis]

closed starter for @alexandertcte​ & @benholdcr​

Standing near the entrance with one hand in his pocket and the other tipping a bottle of beer back so he could finish it off, Wyatt surveyed the building he was considering pitching to Nora for them to buy and convert into their restaurant. It was old as hell and had fallen to pretty extreme disrepair, but with some, well, more like a whole lot of renovations, he thought he could imagine it taking shape into the kind of establishment he and Nora were dreaming up. 

But before he did that, before he brought her here, he wanted the opinion of his two best friends. Plus, it was a Wednesday night in Mystic and it wasn’t like there was much else to do. So he’d bought a six pack, picked Ben & Alex up and brought them over to the dump that could maybe, possibly, potentially be part of his next career move. “So what do y’all think?” he asked, calling out after his friends who had moved further into the building to check it out. “I know it’s nowhere near as glamorous as The 401,″ he scoffed, looking over at Alex, “but I think it could have potential.”

[wyattdcvis]

closed starter for @benholdcr​

Breaks in Ben Holder’s schedule were pretty few and far between. Wyatt had learned since being back to find ways of joining in the eldest Holder sibling’s schedule if he was going to see his friend. Today, the chef had managed to arrange things so that they could get a good workout session in at Retrograde together. As Wyatt finished up his set of dead lifts and dropped the barbell to the ground, he collapsed onto a nearby bench, taking a sip of water before he looked over at his friend. “So, how did you fair through Mystic’s epic storm?” he asks. It had been a while since the two had caught up. 

[fiyecrow]

@benrichardslives

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver [ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

Fiyero's no stranger to a tussle, but ever since having Ben Richards thrusted into his life, he finds the days get more explosive- usually literally.

And, as strange as it sounds, Fiyero wouldn't change a thing. He's known the way things are run is a travesty, but he's only one man, after all, and he's not exactly one that's listened to, either. So, in his inability to change a damn thing, he's found it's to numb himself to the kinds of the things people like his father do to people like Ben.

But then he sees this man doing incredible things even before he's taken hostage by him, and for the first time in his life, the son of an exec feels like he can actually do something.

Wincing on reflex, Fiyero hisses as the alcohol touches the particularly bad gash along his upper bicep. Though, he's quick to force himself to relax. "Sorry," he utters under his breath as he looks at the water engulfing his body from the waist down.

Outside of the shoulder wound, all of the injuries he's sustained are superficial at worst. Though, the thing he's struggling with the most is the exhaustion. He's never felt so drained before, even in previous things he's helped Ben with. Maybe Ben noticed it when they returned to their hideout and that's why he's bathing Fiyero and patching him up.

But then, regardless of the why, it's appreciated.

"I don't get how you do this." The admission is gentle, but none the less sincere. "I've only been at this for a few weeks, but you...

"You're incredible, Ben."

[fiirstnephalem]

thewxnderer asked: ❛  you don’t need to cover yourself here , love . you’re perfect to me .  ❜ - Ben

MAHOGANY EYES STARED at her reflection in the mirror, her gaze firmly locked onto the scar that spanned the length of her spine. There were a few things about her appearance that Sima was insecure about, but the scar along her spine was perhaps, the biggest one. She tried her best to keep it covered as much as she could ~ unless she showed herself in an elegant gown at a Gala, but her long hair also did a wonders at covering most of the scar.

This situation was far from that, however. There was no fancy gown or flowing hairstyle. Sima was vulnerable and clutched a bed sheet around herself as Ben stood behind her. His voice drew her to turn her head, hands fumbling to pull the sheet up higher and conceal the scar that she'd been staring at. For a moment, her breath had caught in her throat, swallowing it harshly before she exhaled in a defeated manner.

She could trust him, she knew that. He'd never given her much of a reason to not trust him. But this was still a big step for her. The scar was a big marker of her past and something she was often scared to speak up about. Her hands slowly moved, lowering the bed sheet from around her slender figure, letting it drop down into a puddle around her ankles and leave her bare in front of him with that soft look of worry in her gaze. " I --- Even with this? "

@thewxnderer soft words & soft skin. / accepting.

[fiirstnephalem]

thewxnderer asked: “ sounds like quite the party.” - ben

              “   Anyone that knows me, knows that it is.  ”    THERE WAS A LOOK OF AMUSEMENT upon her features as she looked over at him, Fixing the last of the banners in place ready for the evening’s entertainment. Guests would be coming from near and far to join the party and Sima was more than ready to play host for the night. The life of a Princess was not all getting pampered and waited on, not when you were the Princess of Hell, anyway. 

         Making sure the banner was fixed, Sima turned and moved to swipe up one of the invites for the night from the table beside her, holding it out in small offering to Ben with a quirk of her brow.   “   I hope that you did not think you’d not get an invite also...   ”

             @thewxnderer​    RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2  /                                                    ACCEPTING.