#m. au | ex-con!ben: the drifter

[kylo-wrecked]

what does your blood taste like

🌓 the senator’s son (he melty)

melted dark chocolate: your blood tastes like melted dark chocolate. prominent flavors: mildly sweet, with a refined amount of bitterness.

🌑 the renegade knight (he fancy)

Cabernet Sauvignon: your blood tastes like cabernet sauvignon, a dry red wine. prominent flavors: dark fruits, pepper, and vanilla from oak aging.

🌘 the dice killer (he spicy)

chili oil: your blood tastes like chili oil, a vegetable oil infused with chili peppers. prominent flavors: smoky, savory, and shallots.

🌕 the drifter (he earthy)

borscht: your blood tastes like beetroot borscht, a soup served hot or cold. prominent flavors: earthy, tangy, and sweet.

he also:

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[kylo-wrecked]

excon ben truly is a small town boi!!

Ben's eyes go like coyote fore he blinks. Studies you doubtfully, scrubs a hand over his mouth,

and with the world's tiniest sigh—

"All right."

[kylo-wrecked]

".... what is... the strange box that you are holding, and that is having flameless torch?" (Modern/Cryptic Ingvar would like to know about the damn phones the kids these days use too much, Ben)

Ben turned the brick over in his calloused hands. Black, fairly thick as most phones went, so he'd learned. His was some mid-range device with a mostly blank screen in primary colors. Like a kid's toy.

"Beats me," he grumbled. His face was grave, but it always was. "Supposed to be for communication." Thought. "Like shouting to your friend across a mountain. Only you don't need to go up and shout on the mountain anymore. You talk through this." 

He shook the phone. It was a strange box; Ben suffered a heart attack every time the damn thing moved. But the world outside Mos Espa, the whole rest of it, really, made the strange box a necessity. Even Nadine, his therapist, encouraged it, which, when asked, he was more or less pleased to relay, made him feel 'real sad inside.'

"Any of that making sense?" Ben asked. Looking up, way up, from where he sat cross-legged over a well-sequestered ravine, while D.O., pretending not to chase chipmunks, gave herself away with a low, breathy woof.

How'd he plan on telling Nadine about this new friend of his? Ben squinted at the phone, then at Ingvar, who somehow seemed more real. Maybe he * wouldn't. *

[kylo-wrecked]

What's Your Found Family Dynamic?

m. au | ex-con!ben: the drifter

the silent sufferer

you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that its, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

sw au | smuggler!ben: the scoundrel

the "comic relief"

yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs (NO. NOPE. STOP. NO SINGING. - ben). but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

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