Important Announcement

So I haven't been here for a while, and when I have, it's only been for short bursts of inspiration. I've been trying to keep Ben here for a lot longer than he's wanted but now I think it's time to just let him go. I feel that his character has come to a natural end; he's developed as far as he can, and that's been such a lot over the year and a bit that I've had him. I feel like, if he were a character in a novel I was writing, the book would be over now. He's done, he wants to rest now. I've had so much fun with him and I absolutely adore his character and the relationships that he's built but it's time to say goodbye. I can't keep lying to myself; he's gone and I have no desire to bring him back. I have an RP blog well away from the roots of this blog and I'm much happier there, and I do have a job now so I'm too busy to try to juggle multiple blogs anyway right now. Ben was an important part of my life as a writer, he helped me meet some amazing people, and I'm eternally grateful for the love and patience you've all had with me. You're beautiful. I won't delete this blog, I'll just change it to an archive and keep it here as a memory.

Thank you all, and goodbye.

decorusx:

'Good. I'm doing well. And you?'

     'I'm quite certain that you're lying.'

     '--Courfeyrac. I must apologise for my disappearance. I've been in prison, as it happens. Terribly unfortunate.'

incxto:

     'Is that so? Well, mademoiselle, it just so happens that I've given up that business just recently, but I can certainly help you out.' He pockets the jewellery for safekeeping. 'Benjamin Leclair, enchanté.'

incxto:

     'Is that so? Then perhaps we'll throw it in the Seine.'

    'I don't think you have any idea what you're talking about.'

    '--Long time, no see.'

    'Word of advice, Mademoiselle Musichetta. Don't get caught and go to prison.'

    'Pardonne-moi, chérie. Is this yours?' He's holding up a delicate silver bracelet that he found on the ground.

     'He set the entire place on fire. You weren't here when it happened, were you?'

     'You don't entirely understand the gravity of this situation.'

'So.'

Benjamin sat at his desk, everything perfectly organized and laid out before him. Books, papers, files. He was dressed in a new suit; he'd developed a slight distaste for the majority of his clothing upon observing them again after months away in prison, and decided that shopping was his only solution. And now he was almost entirely himself again.

'I think we should put off the escaping the country plans until the police are completely done with me.'

lifescastaways:

Ben's hands went to circle Mitchell's wrists, oh so casually, and he kissed him a little more forcefully. 'You're terrible,' he murmured. 'Terrible, and beautiful.'