#bennich darkfall

Follower reward for @bennich-darkfall (who tumblr has decided shall not be tagged by me!  plz someone tag him )

Dead Souls, the Nine Inch Nails cover. I’ve been on a huge NIN kick lately, and from what I’ve read about him, it seems to suit Bennich okay. Hope I got it right!

46:How many people have you fist fought?

None. I was/am a tiny thing that can’t punch to save her life

47:Do you believe in true love?

<Rp that happened between Safrona and Bennich, with mention of Sylus! Thank you for letting me get in on this. I know I wasn’t able to be involved by much in the final Faceless/Resistance event in game, but it was neat to read everyone’s stories!>

Pausing on her way through the clinic, Safrona eyed the one they had called Sylus holding to a familiar, prone form. She dared not disturb the resting couple, and continued to walk...right through the shadowy apparition of Bennich. Inhaling at the taste of his lingering essence, she instilled her will against her innate hungers and tensed, closing her eyes. "Shouldn't..wander so far from your body, Benni-boy," she murmured quietly, forcing her focus to her working Ethereal.

The shadow folded his arms and canted his head to the side, he had pitch black eyes and a dark grin yet his form was very much Bennich, "Ah, Safrona.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this." He glanced over to the body he was tethered to, it was breathing, but very slowly. "Mm or what, my sweet Red Courier? You'll use me for your bloodwine~" He teased, shadow jumping around her. "As you can tell... Things didn't go my way." He sat on a nearby crate inside the clinic. His very essence was mouth watering to say the least.

Twitching visibly as the shadow galavanted around her, a chuckle withered in her throat as she gave Shadow-Bennich a dark glance, fire lights flickering in the mists of her eyes. "Don't tempt me now. Your little boytoy over there would miss you, I'm sure." She exhaled slowly, the elf gathering her thoughts. "I...have only heard rumors." Crimson brows knit as she gave his body a glance. "What...happened, Benni?"

Bennich put his head down. Oh, that dark cheesy grin. "Wouldn't expect any less from ya, Saf." He tapped the crate idly. "And boytoy? Please, Sylus is..." That hollow cold voice became warm, "My soulmate." He walked over to him cupping the sleeping man's cheek and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "The rumors you hear are true, there was a plague. I was immune." He shrugged, shadow jumping in front of her playfully. "The Collective were marking people. A lot of people joined their ranks. And a lot have left."

He gestured to his 'sleeping' body. "I was marked, I did the bombing that 'killed' seven people. They're actually alive, and I was the one of the main reasons the Collective fell. The final battle took place, hours before you arrived at key locations." He rubbed the back of his shadowy head.

"Well. I used up a lot of my strength and shadow in trying to mend myself... I lost focus and my wounds reopened, some bitch sliced open my neck. Shrapnel lodged in my body that was my fault. I threw a glaive that explodes trying to save others, and I had acid blood around my neck and some broken ribs. I almost died. Would've preferred it over seeing Sylus weep over me." He shadow jumped back over to the sleeping man and nuzzled him.

Her gaze swerved away from Shadow-Bennich's antics, concentrating on his words alone. The occasional twitch of a slender ear toward him signaled he still teased at her hungers, but her resolve was strong. When he finished his story and went to cuddle the sleeping Sylus, she sighed and meandered to the crate he had touched.

"I remember the plague part of it all uncomfortably well. Took me a week to feel like myself again. And you...horrible bit of chaos. Brilliant move, though I do want to hurt you just a touch. The 'murders' were very...convincing. Ah, but that would be quite unprofessional of me." The smaller crate was opened and two familiar bottles of red pulled and placed atop it. "Late to the party as I was, I figured it'd be best to be here, doing what I do. At least you returned the little hero."

The bottles were carried over by hand to set on a surface near the couple. "Have your lover give your body these, and more, if you need them. They'll get you to recover faster, but you know that." Her eyes softened slightly as she stared on Sylus and Bennich. "Don't make him wait so long. There's only so much a soul can take, however much he's bonded to you." She looked away. "Trust me, I know."

Bennich looked away, "I made him wait long enough, Safrona. There's something I want you to do for me." He bit his bottom lip, his body had a tear stream down it's face. "There's a letter in my bag with.. A ring. I want you to place it in Sylus' hands. It might be bloody but it's there and legible." He mumbled running a hand through the sleeping mans hair.

"I joined the Collective a few days after the plague outbreak, though I got mind controlled before that happened. Ended up being a scout for them unwillingly." He laughed for a moment, "I hope it's the good stuff." He purred.

"Well at least you're here for the aftermath, heh hero? Please I just wanted to atone for my sins... Oh yeah I was the one who put the jammers up.. I created a whole little thing only to take it down when I realized I 'killed' my friends." He pursed his lips and shrugged, "I'm surprised you didn't get marked in all honesty, thought you would've."

A slow smile, and Safrona did as requested and rifled through Bennich's bags, finding the bloodied ring. "They did try, the Voices. Drove me a bit mad when I refused. But I've danced to the tune of another piper once, and I bear a few marks of my own for that fallacy." Wiping the little ring of blood off on her cloak until it shone, the Courier leaned down to gently pry the sleeping Sylus' fingers open and tuck the ring within his palm.

"I belong to the Dark, in the end, Bennich, but my Path is my own until the day I breathe my last and return to its Embrace." Safrona smirked, tone playful. "Besides, who will sell all my wine if I am busy trying to deliver Azeroth into the Dark Below, or the Great Nightmare? Are you going to make all my deliveries? No, I think not."

The elf gave Sylus' hand a little pat, and Bennich's hair a bit of a ruffle, and called her Ethereal to her side. "Now then. Make sure he doesn't drop your little gift. I need to go and....drain the hell out of something before you do drive me to madness. Stay out of trouble, lovely boy."