Ben Boot (zenben) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-08-17 15:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 08, character: azriel pucey, character: ben goldstein |
RP: Ben, Azriel.
Who: Ben, Azriel
Where: Dragon camp
When: After dinner, August 16, 2025 (backdated)
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Ben's had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Ben put up the sound proofing charm around his piano immediately after dinner. He was restless and out of sorts, and felt the need to play loudly. His hands flew furiously over the keys, as his mind raced over the day. It had been raining, as usual, and the dragons were just as grumpy as the people with the dampness, and flying the rain was really starting to get old. But that wasn't where his restless dissatisfaction stemmed from.
No, it was an entirely different matter that had nothing to do with rain or dragons, and everything to do with his traitorous body.
Waking up with a hard-on was nothing new to any post-pubescent male, but it had been so long since Ben had that he'd almost forgotten how irritating it was to not be able to do anything about it. Add to that an instinctive reach for Ronan, only to be followed by an emotional equivalent of a cold shower when Ronan wasn't there, had put Ben out of sorts for the entire day.
All of which, when combined with the rain and the grumpy dragons, explained why he was taking his frustration out on the piano. He knew it was silly to think of his body's natural reaction as a betrayal of Ronan, but he couldn't get that thought out of his head. He banged out a few more notes, and the resulting discordant melody jolted him out of his thoughts.
He sighed, and rested his forehead on the piano back, the silencing charm fading as he ended the charm. He really needed to get some sleep, but he was still feeling too restless for that. He picked out a few more notes, softly this time, not playing anything in particular as he tried to calm his thoughts into something that would allow him to get some sleep soon.