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@thick-in-the-head
RP blog for Benzo from Arcane
#ic post is for when he is using the blog as if he's the one running it
#lit rp is for threads that take place outside of tumblr
Will write for various points in time, and the au world. Threads will be tagged accordingly.
Ooc posts will be tagged and written between // like this //
[ @uncagedwrathofzaun ]
He had been invited into the old, familiar shop, form a bit awkward- bulky as he was, in the small area. Muscle memory thankfully took over, helped him find himself a small to settle towards the back of the room. His eyes turned to Benzo, taking him in as he locked the door and closed the blinds. The whole... Ritual of it felt so familiar.
"Ben...zo..."
His voice rumbled out, asking the name again, trying to remember himself.
The first thing Benzo noted, was that he was much bigger up close, and it made his shop feel even smaller than usual in comparison. The second thing he noted was his voice, and the familiarity of it that made him pause for perhaps a moment too long.
But then he smiled and walked up to him and tugged him down into as tight a hug as he could manage.
"Yeah. I'm Benzo, we'll get you sorted, old friend. I can tell you've forgotten some things, but that's alright, we can work around that easy enough, don't you worry that big head of yours too much."
He let out a surprised oof as he was pulled down into a hug. He wasn't used to people being able to man-handle him, he never was.
But as he was held, he started to realize Benzo's arms felt... Right around him. Like when you finally find the right way to click too puzzle pieces together, and suddenly it all makes sense. Putting his chin on his shoulder felt like finding the perfect book to slot into a bookshelf to make it all fit just perfectly. It was like, for the first time in a long time, he belonged somewhere, no just an invader or a monster. Not an urban legend. Someone to hold...
His own arms slowly wrap about Benzo, holding him ever so carefully, like if he squeezed too hard he might break. Given his current bulk, that was a possibility.
He shifted his footing, standing on his tail. He could feel himself start to wag and he didn't want to risk his tail making a wreck of the place.
"... Okay... Okay..."
He was content enough to just let him hold on for a while- at least until his back started to protest and he had to pat Vander's shoulder to pull away.
"Alright, lemme sit right quick, I'm not a young man anymore, ya know." He let out a quiet chuckle and made his way back behind the counter, settling onto the stool there before beckoning Vander back over.
"You wanna talk about anything', or you just gonna keep bein' a cuddly bastard? No complaints either way, just figured I'd ask."
He let Benzo pull away when he was ready, watching as he moved with the eyes of a keen hunter. But Benzo wasn't prey, that much was obvious by the rest of his expression.
Once he was motioned to join, he paced over, keeping himself as small as possible to avoid knocking anything. it was almost remarkable how such a big creature was so keenly aware of his mass, how he might bump things, he even managed to will his tail to stay still.
His head found rest on Benzo's lap, and his let the rest of himself plop onto the floor, seemingly deciding that was the easiest place to be to avoid breaking anything.
"Hard... to remember much... But I know... I knew you... and the shop... But not much else about... here..."
His voice had an odd depth to it. It was still Vander, but changed, just like the rest of him. He growled without meaning it, human and wolf vocal cords at war in his throat.
"I remember missing you..."
As soon as Vander's head settled on his lap, Benzo couldn't resist the pull of putting his hands in the fur of his head and neck, scratching deep- his whole hand disappeared so easily into it, it was so thick.
"Well, least now ya don't gotta worry about missin' me anymore." He chuckled, switched to rubbing Vander's ears with his thumbs for a minute, then moved so he could hold his cheeks.
"I missed you, too, old man."
Powder rushed into the shop. Tears rimming her waterline, her cheeks already tear streaked and red like she'd been crying already. She sniffled and ran up to the counter.
"B-Benzo hes gonna be so mad at me! I-I messed up! I-I broke a glass and n-now hes gonna be mad at me-! I-I thought i could p-pour my own c-cup b-but i couldnt find my cup and i-i broke a glass and now he-hes gonna be so mad and hate me!!!"
Her voice tumbled out the words a little too fast as she began crying, hiccups and little sobs escaping her chest as she found it hard to breathe.
He'd already made his way halfway around the counter before she even finished speaking. Despite the protest in his knees, he knelt down and held out his arms, quick to ease her fears before she got herself even more worked up.
"Easy, easy, c'mere kiddo, just breathe. It's gonna be just fine, promise. Glasses can be replaced, what's more important is that you're alright."
She flung herself into his arms, she hugged him tightly and crying hard as she tried to calm down in the comfort of Benzo's arms. It was hard, really hard. But she managed little by little. The next time she tried to talk she was a little more calm and a little more clear.
"H-hes gonna be mad at me benzo...wh-what if...what if vander d-decides he doesnt want me anymore since i-i messed up?" Her grip on Benzo tightned and her voice wavered as she spoke only slightly louder than a mumble, only to be dampened by him due to her hiding her face in him via the hug.
"For starters-" he began, shifting just enough so that he was in more of a sitting position on the floor, "-glasses get broken by patrons all the time. Jus' to be expected in a bar, after all. Secondly, you're a kid, you're s'posed to mess up, that's how ya learn. He'll be proud of you for tryin', I can promise ya that." With a gentle motion, he rubbed soothing circles onto her back, hoping it was enough to help her calm down.
Vander had said, more than once, that he seemed a natural at this whole parenting business, but even now Benzo wasn't entirely sure. Instinct, however, encouraged him to use what he knew, and he drew on the memories he held of people who, in his mind, really had been naturals at this. Like his own mother. Like Felicia.
"He won't be mad, he could never be truly mad at any of you ankle biters. You wanna know why? Because he loves you all, unconditionally. You could mess up a hundred million times and that love'd still be there, just the same as before. Nothin' you do could ever change that, alright?"
Powder rushed into the shop. Tears rimming her waterline, her cheeks already tear streaked and red like she'd been crying already. She sniffled and ran up to the counter.
"B-Benzo hes gonna be so mad at me! I-I messed up! I-I broke a glass and n-now hes gonna be mad at me-! I-I thought i could p-pour my own c-cup b-but i couldnt find my cup and i-i broke a glass and now he-hes gonna be so mad and hate me!!!"
Her voice tumbled out the words a little too fast as she began crying, hiccups and little sobs escaping her chest as she found it hard to breathe.
He'd already made his way halfway around the counter before she even finished speaking. Despite the protest in his knees, he knelt down and held out his arms, quick to ease her fears before she got herself even more worked up.
"Easy, easy, c'mere kiddo, just breathe. It's gonna be just fine, promise. Glasses can be replaced, what's more important is that you're alright."
[ @uncagedwrathofzaun ]
He had been invited into the old, familiar shop, form a bit awkward- bulky as he was, in the small area. Muscle memory thankfully took over, helped him find himself a small to settle towards the back of the room. His eyes turned to Benzo, taking him in as he locked the door and closed the blinds. The whole... Ritual of it felt so familiar.
"Ben...zo..."
His voice rumbled out, asking the name again, trying to remember himself.
The first thing Benzo noted, was that he was much bigger up close, and it made his shop feel even smaller than usual in comparison. The second thing he noted was his voice, and the familiarity of it that made him pause for perhaps a moment too long.
But then he smiled and walked up to him and tugged him down into as tight a hug as he could manage.
"Yeah. I'm Benzo, we'll get you sorted, old friend. I can tell you've forgotten some things, but that's alright, we can work around that easy enough, don't you worry that big head of yours too much."
He let out a surprised oof as he was pulled down into a hug. He wasn't used to people being able to man-handle him, he never was.
But as he was held, he started to realize Benzo's arms felt... Right around him. Like when you finally find the right way to click too puzzle pieces together, and suddenly it all makes sense. Putting his chin on his shoulder felt like finding the perfect book to slot into a bookshelf to make it all fit just perfectly. It was like, for the first time in a long time, he belonged somewhere, no just an invader or a monster. Not an urban legend. Someone to hold...
His own arms slowly wrap about Benzo, holding him ever so carefully, like if he squeezed too hard he might break. Given his current bulk, that was a possibility.
He shifted his footing, standing on his tail. He could feel himself start to wag and he didn't want to risk his tail making a wreck of the place.
"... Okay... Okay..."
He was content enough to just let him hold on for a while- at least until his back started to protest and he had to pat Vander's shoulder to pull away.
"Alright, lemme sit right quick, I'm not a young man anymore, ya know." He let out a quiet chuckle and made his way back behind the counter, settling onto the stool there before beckoning Vander back over.
"You wanna talk about anything', or you just gonna keep bein' a cuddly bastard? No complaints either way, just figured I'd ask."
Those anons are really givin' you an' Sil a hard time, aren't they?
@thick-in-the-head
yeah, i’m almost starting to think there’s something going on here that i should know of but don’t… it’s been worse than late nights at the drop, i tell you
— V.
Unfortunately for Sil, he lets himself get riled up too easy, an' that just encourages the people to keep messin' with him.
at least it makes for good entertainment, watching him get all off his rocker over something so simple
come to think of it, he’s like a very pissy cat
Heh, maybe we ought to keep a spray bottle 'round the bar, give 'im a spritz when he needs a reminder to relax and breathe.
you think grabbing him by the scruff would make him go all stiff too? worth a try, i’d say
Depends who does it, I'd imagine. I'd probably get bit if I tried. Might work for you, though. And Fel, too, actually.
pessimistic thinking, ben, what’s wrong with a bite or two?
suppose i could try it out, test the theory before we put it into practice…
I've seen what Sil can do with those teeth. I don't need any chunks taken outta me.
in my eyes they only serve as stories to tell, how many people do you know that can say they fought a feral cat and actually show evidence for it?
I can tell plenty of stories without losin' any fingers in the process. You can have fun with your kitty wrangling, though, you are fairly good at it.
Those anons are really givin' you an' Sil a hard time, aren't they?
@thick-in-the-head
yeah, i’m almost starting to think there’s something going on here that i should know of but don’t… it’s been worse than late nights at the drop, i tell you
— V.
Unfortunately for Sil, he lets himself get riled up too easy, an' that just encourages the people to keep messin' with him.
at least it makes for good entertainment, watching him get all off his rocker over something so simple
come to think of it, he’s like a very pissy cat
Heh, maybe we ought to keep a spray bottle 'round the bar, give 'im a spritz when he needs a reminder to relax and breathe.
you think grabbing him by the scruff would make him go all stiff too? worth a try, i’d say
Depends who does it, I'd imagine. I'd probably get bit if I tried. Might work for you, though. And Fel, too, actually.
pessimistic thinking, ben, what’s wrong with a bite or two?
suppose i could try it out, test the theory before we put it into practice…
I've seen what Sil can do with those teeth. I don't need any chunks taken outta me.
Those anons are really givin' you an' Sil a hard time, aren't they?
@thick-in-the-head
yeah, i’m almost starting to think there’s something going on here that i should know of but don’t… it’s been worse than late nights at the drop, i tell you
— V.
Unfortunately for Sil, he lets himself get riled up too easy, an' that just encourages the people to keep messin' with him.
at least it makes for good entertainment, watching him get all off his rocker over something so simple
come to think of it, he’s like a very pissy cat
Heh, maybe we ought to keep a spray bottle 'round the bar, give 'im a spritz when he needs a reminder to relax and breathe.
you think grabbing him by the scruff would make him go all stiff too? worth a try, i’d say
Depends who does it, I'd imagine. I'd probably get bit if I tried. Might work for you, though. And Fel, too, actually.
Those anons are really givin' you an' Sil a hard time, aren't they?
@thick-in-the-head
yeah, i’m almost starting to think there’s something going on here that i should know of but don’t… it’s been worse than late nights at the drop, i tell you
— V.
Unfortunately for Sil, he lets himself get riled up too easy, an' that just encourages the people to keep messin' with him.
at least it makes for good entertainment, watching him get all off his rocker over something so simple
come to think of it, he’s like a very pissy cat
Heh, maybe we ought to keep a spray bottle 'round the bar, give 'im a spritz when he needs a reminder to relax and breathe.
[ @uncagedwrathofzaun ]
He had been invited into the old, familiar shop, form a bit awkward- bulky as he was, in the small area. Muscle memory thankfully took over, helped him find himself a small to settle towards the back of the room. His eyes turned to Benzo, taking him in as he locked the door and closed the blinds. The whole... Ritual of it felt so familiar.
"Ben...zo..."
His voice rumbled out, asking the name again, trying to remember himself.
The first thing Benzo noted, was that he was much bigger up close, and it made his shop feel even smaller than usual in comparison. The second thing he noted was his voice, and the familiarity of it that made him pause for perhaps a moment too long.
But then he smiled and walked up to him and tugged him down into as tight a hug as he could manage.
"Yeah. I'm Benzo, we'll get you sorted, old friend. I can tell you've forgotten some things, but that's alright, we can work around that easy enough, don't you worry that big head of yours too much."
Those anons are really givin' you an' Sil a hard time, aren't they?
@thick-in-the-head
yeah, i’m almost starting to think there’s something going on here that i should know of but don’t… it’s been worse than late nights at the drop, i tell you
— V.
Unfortunately for Sil, he lets himself get riled up too easy, an' that just encourages the people to keep messin' with him.
Well, look who it is. You look well, Benzo.
@zaun-keeper
So do you. Vander finally convince ya to take a break?
Unfortunately, yes. He says at the rate I’m going, I’ll have a full head of grey in a month’s time.
He isn't wrong, you're gonna run yourself ragged if you aren't careful.
Well, look who it is. You look well, Benzo.
@zaun-keeper
So do you. Vander finally convince ya to take a break?
Ben....zo...?
@uncagedwrathofzaun
Oh, you're a big fellow, aren't ya?
Ben... Zo....
You're....
...
Benzo...
That's my name, don't wear it out!
Are you alright?
I...
Don't... Know...
Well, that's not a problem. I'll lock the shop up an' you can sit with me for a bit, maybe we can figure it out, yeah?
Ben....zo...?
@uncagedwrathofzaun
Oh, you're a big fellow, aren't ya?
Ben... Zo....
You're....
...
Benzo...
That's my name, don't wear it out!
Are you alright?
Ben....zo...?
@uncagedwrathofzaun
Oh, you're a big fellow, aren't ya?
ok i dont want to immediately introduce you here with shipping stuff but i also dont want to just. not acknowledge that post about you x vander. got somethin to share with the class?
I put it on the blog, didn't I? 'Sides, it'd be more strange to find someone who isn't attracted to him, I think.
