the worst (b3n) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-04-17 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, armitage hux, ben solo |
WHO: ben + hux
WHERE: the old graveyard
WHEN: Sunday, late afternoon
WHAT: hiding a bad habit
STATUS: ccompleted
WARNINGS: tbd
Ben had picked up a few habits in the last few months. Some were relatively harmless and normal like always having his coffee made before his shower every morning or leaving his dirty clothes in the same spot near the bed every night. Then, there were some that Ben wished he hadn't picked up at all but couldn't find the desire to stop. He didn't smoke every day. Honestly, he could go weeks without a cigarette. But there were some days, like this one, where he could go through a whole pack in a day. He'd started out of curiosity, just to see if he would actually enjoy the taste. At first, he'd detested them. But once in awhile, he'd get that craving and one time turned into two and then after the fourth try, he realized he'd acquired a taste for them. Or for the way it made him feel ...lighter. Ben had also noticed that he tended to smoke more when he was stressed about something. Or somethings. Anakin returning. Deciding to tell Rey about her parents. His father gone. At least out here, far out the back in the old abandoned (supposedly) cemetery, he didn't have to worry about anyone catching him. It was more about having to explain why he was smoking in the first place than just admitting to the habit that he was worried about. But he'd been out here loads of times before and had yet to see anyone. It was also nice for Ari, who had just learned to finally fly. She loved to soar and hover as high as she could above the trees while he watched her from below. The grass was overgrown and the assorted headstones around him were worn down and ghastly looking but Ben felt cozy lying there on the ground. He was nearly done with his fourth stick, all the way down to a nub, when he heard someone walking nearby on the path. Since he expected a stranger, Ben didn't make any effort to hide. Only when he recognized that step did he start to panic. The cigarette hovered above his lip for half a second and then he swallowed it. And immediately regretted it. Sure, it was smaller than his pinkie but damn, that thing burned and itched all the way down his throat. He coughed as he sat up and winced at the tastse of ash and tobacco mingling in his mouth unpleasantly. "Hey!" Ben's voice cracked. Where had he put the cigarette carton? He moved and felt it underneath his left hip. Shit. Angling himself so his leg was covering it, he hoped Tage wouldn't notice him trying to slip it back into his pocket. "Came out to enjoy the sun?" |