You Never Looked So Pretty
Characters: Cooler!Erik & Au!Ben
Date&Time: August 21st / Evening; later, after this
Setting: Ben's Bedroom
Summary: Can a Leader not visit his recovering warrior on bedrest?
Rating: Ben/Erik... take a wild guess.
Status: Open to Benjamina.
Erik had often sat by Ben's bed during his coma, sometimes taking his marking up with him to sit by the window and work.
Yes, he had marking to do. Leftover from before the battle. And he did it, despite some - many - of the students who'd written the papers now being dead.
He did it because it gave Erik some long lost sense of normalcy back in his life... and he needed that so terribly.
Lorna was dead, and her body buried, the funeral feeling a hundred years ago though it was only a few days. His Alex had returned, then gone fucking AWOL and had to be retrieved from Alaska, he'd been told Amara was on some self-destructive battle to freeze her pretty arse, and Emma was his only rock in all of this utter goddamn chaos.
Even Ben was rude enough to remain comatose and not wake himself up to help with the clean up.
But he tried not to hold it against the lad, being so kind even as to be the one who dealt with Ben's stitches, sewing up his face with the artistry of a man who should have had a career in needlework, not in the waging of war.
Erik took good care of that face, that awful line through left eyebrow and cheek, down through his nostrils, diagonal down to cut through lips.
Ben had always been so beautiful, in Erik's opinion, and nothing had changed.
But he spent a lot of time up there, by his bed, watching and waiting, sometimes just getting on with other things, but staying none the less.
But perversely, despite the amount of time he spent up there whilst Ben 'slept', when he actually awoke it took Erik until 11pm at night to visit him, despite having nothing better to do.
Date&Time: August 21st / Evening; later, after this
Setting: Ben's Bedroom
Summary: Can a Leader not visit his recovering warrior on bedrest?
Rating: Ben/Erik... take a wild guess.
Status: Open to Benjamina.
Erik had often sat by Ben's bed during his coma, sometimes taking his marking up with him to sit by the window and work.
Yes, he had marking to do. Leftover from before the battle. And he did it, despite some - many - of the students who'd written the papers now being dead.
He did it because it gave Erik some long lost sense of normalcy back in his life... and he needed that so terribly.
Lorna was dead, and her body buried, the funeral feeling a hundred years ago though it was only a few days. His Alex had returned, then gone fucking AWOL and had to be retrieved from Alaska, he'd been told Amara was on some self-destructive battle to freeze her pretty arse, and Emma was his only rock in all of this utter goddamn chaos.
Even Ben was rude enough to remain comatose and not wake himself up to help with the clean up.
But he tried not to hold it against the lad, being so kind even as to be the one who dealt with Ben's stitches, sewing up his face with the artistry of a man who should have had a career in needlework, not in the waging of war.
Erik took good care of that face, that awful line through left eyebrow and cheek, down through his nostrils, diagonal down to cut through lips.
Ben had always been so beautiful, in Erik's opinion, and nothing had changed.
But he spent a lot of time up there, by his bed, watching and waiting, sometimes just getting on with other things, but staying none the less.
But perversely, despite the amount of time he spent up there whilst Ben 'slept', when he actually awoke it took Erik until 11pm at night to visit him, despite having nothing better to do.