#miaxbennett

[kingyouwanted]

“I’ve been doing good. Haven’t seen the beast in two days now.” Adam slowly spoke as he let his gaze wander from the window over to the other. “I mean, that’s what I’m here for, right? To get rid of it.” he said, eyes wandering back out of the window. He knew, there was no cure for this and he would be doomed to remain in these walls. 

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[kingyouwanted]

Adam had been back for only a day. Yes, he survived the war or whatever you want to call it. He was back at the castle, a place that was much safer than the world outside it. On the one hand, Adam should consider himself happy. Happy he was still alive, that he still had the chance of living his life. But to which price? He looked like a mess. Bruises covering his face, some of them surely staying forever. His entire body hurt, at least the part he still felt. He got checked the second he got there, doctors immediately knowing that something was wrong with his lower part of his body. His legs, he wasn’t able to move them anymore. And if he had thought his life couldn’t be any more horrible before, he got proven wrong by higher powers.

“If you came here to give me your pity, save it!” he said, annoyance clear in his voice as he shortly spoke. While a few staff members had been happy to see him again, to see he was alive, it was something he couldn’t say about his father. For him, there was just another reason now to hate his son. And there would be no way he was making him king someday in this state. “I have made my destiny of being total disappointment before but this, well, I didn’t think I could hate my life even more.” he was short in words and he wasn’t going to take it easy on anyone. Everyone should feel his anger, his pain, the emptiness he felt inside. It was true, war changed people.

@miaxbennet gets a starter in Adam’s war verse

[laviexenrose]

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[marimelwrites]

Beni: If I could list things I hate, I would say that work interfering with seeing you is at the top of that list. Beni: I have asked people to try to wrap things up quickly… that didn’t happen. Beni: Now I have to sit here and wait for them to finish up the last of what I need. Beni: Shit, I just realized it's midnight. Sorry if this woke you up. Hope it didn't. Can we plan on seeing each other tomorrow? @miaxbennett

[marimelwrites]

“ø” - for Beni/Mia!

From this Text Meme here!

[text] If I could list things I hate, I would say that work interfering with seeing you is at the top of that list. [text] I have asked people to try to wrap things up quickly... that didn't happen. [text] Now I have to sit here and wait for them to finish up the last of what I need. [text] Shit, I just realized it's midnight. Sorry if this woke you up. Hope it didn't. Can we plan on seeing each other tomorrow?

[marimelwrites]

@miaxbennett - continued from your reply to my starter here!

There was something in Amelia's body language, in the way she moved and how she addressed him. Beni watched her in silence as she poured herself a drink. That act along gave him pause. He'd never known Mia to drink something quite that strong before. Perhaps, under other circumstances, he would have made a joke about such things, but instead he held back. As a man who had been raised from childhood to have anything and everything he wanted, he wasn't the sort to refrain from saying whatever came to his mind. Beni's eyes lifted to her face, and he set his book aside as he sat up.

"Well, you know I would have hated not seeing your face." That, at least, was the truth. "But, should I prepare myself for some earth shattering reason for your apology? Because I'm wondering if I might need to drink what you've got in your hand there." He nodded to the glass she held, wondering if she might surprise him and actually drink the whiskey. Relaxing his seated position, he gestured for her to join him on the couch before he prompted her to speak. "Alright, if you insist on apologizing, what is the apology for and why?"

[elysiumxii]

🌿 - Merry Christmas!

🌿 to accidentally or not so accidently because i get to make the rules, get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. - amelia & alistair

With a creak of aged leather and a soft whine of metal, the CEO slowly stretches all of his long form across the back of his black office chair. Legs uncharacteristically splayed and head gently tilted to the side, as he sleeps, hands pressed to his stomach across waistcoat buttons. His breathing heavy but quiet and eyelashes flutter against cheekbones as non-descript sleep images play out for an exhausted mind.

If asked Alistair would say he doesn't dream. Dreams seem like the thing of lesser men, ones given over to fancy, because they lack the ability in life to reach out and grasp what they want. Alistair has never met a thing he wanted but couldn't have. By hook or by crook he takes what he wants, so dreams seem a little... redundant.

It was late. The old adage that the boss leaves last was usually true, though sleeping in his office was not something he would usually allow himself to do. Dreaming and sleeping at work? Things must be slipping. He's sure to tease himself when he does arise, undoubtedly to the sound of the far-away night cleaner's vacuum a few corridors away. What he isn't expecting, however, is the soft graze against his lips and the smell of... strawberry lip balm?

Senses flick the switch of his consciousness immediately. In fact the sheer truth that someone has managed to slip into his office without him waking was a miracle in itself. Light footed, sweet smelling, a woman - the deadliest of all creatures.

Though he is awake Alistair lets himself stir slowly, as lips tentatively peck against his own with a slow, simmering pressure like something savoured, before they draw back and his eyelids lift with them. His gaze tracing up an emerald blouse collar, a pretty neck to a known face quickly distorting in gasped surprise. Then his eyes flicker up to the mistletoe held aloft above them, and his dark brow slowly arches to follow suit. It's inventive, he'll give it that. "You could have just asked" he murmurs back, voice low, husky with sleep, before he sees the cogs in the young admin's mind begin to whirr and panic set in and he is much too sleepy for that.

Instead his lips curl, arm reaching out to quickly loop around her middle with the agility a man asleep mere 25 seconds ago should not have, he tips her down onto his lap. His fingers pluck the mistletoe from her grasp and he gives it a mere moments inspection, before chucking it behind him with a rumbled noise of amusement from his chest and curls in for his own, much less fleeting, kiss.