The whole dying-and-forgetting-people theory had intrigued him. It was an interesting concept. Wasn’t one he could test now since the only people in his life were Brenton, and a couple of other people who had come upon him in the forest. “You don’t need to worry about me, Brent. Even if I die, I’ll come back to life. I’m more worried about you. Last I saw, you didn’t look so well.” Killing Benjamin was no easy-task. Sure, he could die from being shot or stabbed, but he hadn’t in hundreds of years. Upon his death, everything in a thirty-metre radius would be turned to ash. It was a nice trick, that made sure that whoever killed him, would be taken down along with his life. At times, there were consequences and accidents. Wasn’t something he could control. Another reason for his isolation.
“Oh, well, I’m glad for you, big guy.” The arm embracing him tightened briefly to show his joy. At least one of them had managed to get a life, rather than cower into the middle of nowhere. Benjamin had his own reasons for not wanting to build a life. Everytime he tried, something bad would happen. The phoenix outlived any other supernatural partner it came to love. Some women would leave purely because he could not give them children. Creating a life with somebody was too much of a hassle. Only when he was sure to like somebody, would he fight to keep them. Strangely enough, Brenton had been one of them. All the times they had fought, Brenton would return to him, and the two would apologize and make-up. Sometimes literally. The relationship he had with the dragon was one that had caused many thoughts to bubble into his mind. Though the two cared for one another, and often shared a bed, there would always be a time where they separated. It had become to be a nuisance for many years now, that this time around, Benjamin was beginning to think he was going to try his bestest to keep Brenton around for longer than usual. “I’m not too sure about that..” Hope was a fickle subject.
“So, you staying the night? You better be. I need one of those special back-rubs you give me, and you’re the only person I know with hands as hot as mine, that can do the perfect job.” Shortly, after pressing his lips to the crest of his head, he moved to strain the pasta. The ingredients were all mixed together, and were ready to be consumed. He poured it onto two plates, and allowed it to cool, giving Benjamin the time he needed to pay his full-attention to a man he had loved for so long. “What do you say? And yes, we can go into the pool and make-out for a little.” Everybody who came into his home was surprised at how grand it was. It didn’t look old. It was made of bricks, cement, metal, wood and glass. He had even created a pool, so he could cool himself down when he didn’t feel like travelling into the forest to go into a lake.
Even if Benjamin could get killed or die and still come back to life, Brenton still felt this wild urge to protect the phoenix. He didn’t need the larger male forgetting him, because then that would be like losing his last connection. Sure, he still had his friends in the town and most of the people in the firehouse, and he had recently run into a Princess who was a dragon, but none of them held the same place that Benji did in his heart. He was definitely special. “Oh so you can worry about me, but I can’t worry about you? That’s not how it’s going to work you big idiot.” He stuck his tongue out at Benjamin. “I’m perfectly fine.” Sure, that wasn’t all the truth, but it was part of it. Every century that Brent spent cursed, not being able to shift to his dragon form, affected him in ways that were unspoken.
”Don’t think that just because I have a life out there means that I have completely forgotten about you.” He was glad himself that he had managed to at least get used to the town, even though he had to crouch down while walking through doors and people still gave him weird looks, it worked out for the most part. He wondered if something like that could have happened for Benjamin, the man that had became Brenton’s best friend throughout the years. This life in the lavish cabin seemed to be what was best for him though, in the middle of the forest. Brent was truly happy that he had seemed to have found peace in the world. Plus, whenever he needed to go to a place that actually fit him besides his own cabin Benji’s house was always around. He might have teased the man countless of times, poking fun at him because if he didn’t fit in a place Benjamin would definitely not fit, or even getting into small fights with him, he still did love him. There wasn’t anything that Brenton wouldn’t do to make sure that the phoenix was always going to be in his life. Even if it meant stopping by unannounced every once and a while and crashing the man’s party of one. “Don’t worry about it. What ever is happens is going to happen.”
”Oh puh-lease, you’re acting like if the temperature of my hands is the only reason why I’m actually good at those back-rubs. You know damn well that it’s because I’m wildly talented in that area. I might stay tonight, we’ll see how the night goes.” Brenton was clearly teasing and taunting Benjamin, of course he was going to stay the night. There was no way in hell he came here just for the dinner and then that was it he was going to leave. No, he was going to enjoy all of the time that he had with the male until something like work pulled him away. “Who knows, those make-out sessions could be completely tiring for me by now. I could have found someone even more fiery.” Brent shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, sarcasm evidently thick with his whole tone. “Fine, I guess I’ll do you the favor.” He smirked slightly once he finally gave up, wrapping his other around around Benji’s back and pulling him closer as he leaned against the kitchen sink. “Now what in the hell did you do to your back?”
