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   Benjie hadn’t meant to fall asleep slumped over a table in Qhuinn’s bakery but the heat had just crept up on him. When he’d been woken and told the bakery was closed he turned a brilliant shade of red and went to excuse himself.

And then Qhuinn spoke and Benjie stopped in his tracks.

“Stay here, or with you?” Benjie said, testing the waters slightly. “I’m not sure if you should trust me alone in your bakery.”

It wasn’t as if Qhuinn wasn’t used to people randomly falling asleep in her bakery. Mercy had been known to do it, Clay even would at times, when waiting for her to clean up for the night or going in with her when it was way too early for the both of them. But Benjie? She hadn’t exactly expected this one.

She giggled as he turned red after her gentle rousing, kissing his flushed cheek as she made her offer. At his question, Qhuinn tilted her head and regarded him with a playful but concerned smile. 

“With me. If you’d like, of course. Correct me if I’m wrong but..you look like you could use a friend Benj” she smiled softly now.

       Benjie groaned and sunk down so his head was resting against his desk. It was one ofthose days where the sigils on his arm weren’t enough, He’d scribbled some more on his neck with sharpie and hoped for the best. It kept the voices at bay for the most part but he could still hear the occasional voice. It was the light that burnt today, seeing things in the corner of his vision, people that weren’t there, spirits that lingered. Perhaps the ghosts of slaves that hadn’t been so lucky in their stay here.

It felt like a migraine and a hangover combined.

He pressed his eyes into his arm, trying to make the world darker than dark in his already dark office.

There was a single beam of light that shone under his door it was obscured by a set of feet and the door opened, bringing light into the dark room. Benjie winced and gestured with his free hand, not bothering to look up lest it made his head pound.

“Please for the love of God, Lucifer and everything that is in between and beyond don’t loiter in my doorway, come in and close the door.”

Daisy had made a vow to herself that she was not going to just wallow in her cell and forget all of her friends. Was she scared? Of course. Did she have a broken heart? Absolutely. But, she also had Dhani and Lily, and other people in her life that she knew she could count on. Some that she worried about because she knew that they had been having a difficult time as well, and who she hadn’t seen in a while. One of which she was looking for today.

The witch made her way down the hall after her last class of the day. She had a few hours to kill before work at the blood bar that night, and hoped to spend it in the company of someone who’s company she could really use right now. As she neared his office though, her heart sank, as the darkness showed that he wasn’t there. Oh well..she could leave him a little note at least.

Daisy eased the door open, then nearly jumped out of her skin at the very disgruntled sound of Mister Benjie’s voice. “Oh geez!” She cried, a hand over her heart. “You scared me..” Doing as asked, she made her way into the dim room and closed the door quietly behind her.

“Mister Benjie..are you okay?”

“CHRIST.” She shrieked, trying to move backward but only succeeded in smacking her head so hard against the back wall she saw stars.

The woman blinked at her, brought a hand to her mouth to hide her smile and then looked back over to her brother and Samuel who were still fast asleep.

“Jesus if you do that again I'll have your spooky guts for garters.. Nathalie, right?” Anye grumbled as she rubbed the back of her head.

The other woman nodded. Anye couldn't hear her, but she figured from the ghosts flickering form it was hard enough to stay around right now.

She looked to Sam and her heart ached for him, for them both. Tenanye reached out, running a delicate touch against Samuel's back, between his bloody, broken wings. It was the first time she had seen them—though she knew they existed.

“Where did you go Samuel?” She murmured softly to herself.

Quoth stirred and flew over to the Fae, landing in her lap and demanding attention—which she gave freely.

“Don't wake them.” She said. “Let them rest.”

Weor grinned to herself as she weaved around the slaves. Magic hung heavy in the air like stale perfume. Oh it was good to be back. She could feel Benjie raging in the back of his mind, trying to force control back but it was in vain.

Weor was not going anywhere, not when she had so many pretty playthings to deal with. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. Hm, she’d have to grow it out, this vessel had poor taste in haircuts. She preferred her hair long.

She stopped in front of a slave, a pretty little thing.

“Oh, aren’t you delightful.” Weor purred in Benjie’s voice. She reached out and grabbed them by the hair and tugged them up harshly.

“Come up, up, up on your feet. I have plans for you.”

Daisy had served a few Masters so far, but it still wasn’t enough for her. She felt like she still had so much more to give, and so many people that needed things. So after having a little something to drink and eat, so that she stayed as healthy as she could, she resumed her place on her knees, green eyes sweeping the room.

Oh! Those eyes lit up when they settled on a familiar tall, lanky figure. Mister Benjie! He had been so kind to her lately, talking her through she and Dhani’s problems and helping her with her monthly magic days. And how she had a chance to repay him for all of his friendship and help! The witch couldn’t believe her good luck.

When Mister Benjie neared her, she smiled up at him adoringly. That adoration quickly turned to confusion though, when she was pulled up harshly by her hair. Had she displeased him already? “Oh..of course Master Benjie! I’d be happy to go wherever you want me to” she nodded, scrambling to her feet.

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    Weor grinned to herself as she weaved around the slaves. Magic hung heavy in the air like stale perfume. Oh it was good to be back. She could feel Benjie raging in the back of his mind, trying to force control back but it was in vain.

Weor was not going anywhere, not when she had so many pretty playthings to deal with. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair. Hm, she’d have to grow it out, this vessel had poor taste in haircuts. She preferred her hair long.

She stopped in front of a slave, a pretty little thing.

“Oh, aren’t you delightful.” Weor purred in Benjie’s voice. She reached out and grabbed them by the hair and tugged them up harshly.

“Come up, up, up on your feet. I have plans for you.”

“Master--” Dhani looked up as Benjie approached, his smile quickly wiped away as Benjie grabbed at his long hair, disrupting it from his hair tie. Dhani gave a surprised small yelp but moved to his feet quickly. What had he done? What could he have done to receive this treatment from Benjie, his friend?