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Jack Benjamin

COURT Unseelie.
TITLE Description.
OCCUPATION Brothel owner.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL No.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Mair.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Mair.

MAJOR EVENTS

HIGHLIGHT
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PLANS
After the destruction of Caer Scima, Jack will be spending the first half of the timeskip year becoming a formal officer in the Unseelie military and getting his brothel up to par. On a more personal level, he will spend the first half of the year largely in a downward spiral, and the last half picking himself back up again.

SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Advancement in the Unseelie military. Becoming a successful business owner. Learning blood magic.

TIMELINE OF EVENTS

SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

MARCH - He knows a place where people can come keep warm.
APRIL 15 - Smashing some fucking harps. (Anger and lust to play a role.)
May - There's gold in them thar birds. Jack will hunt the swans once he hears about the profit in them..

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

June - Jack will attend the joust still wondering if this is his real life. Maybe some "fun" during the nights of it. Possibly a mistake.*
July - Jack will clash with some anti-shardbearers and be pulled away from this fight by Johnny Storm, leaving a burn around Jack's wrist as a result.
August -This is Jack's turning point. Attends the festival of lights.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

September - Miscommunications.
October - Samhain. Jack just fine in the darkness...until he starts thinking too much about his dead lover.*
November -BOUNTY HUNTING. Also his birthday month. Let's party.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

December -Yule.
January -
February -So much for the arts.

SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

March -Knockin' some skeleton block off.
April -Good riddance to the imps, that's what he says.

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[Jack's still quietly awed at how there's no rush. The lights aren't going to come back on, or rather, they're already on. He tenses up a little when he thinks about that, but he tries to distract himself with Johnny's question.]

I did. [And he's proud of that, because it had nothing to do with the fact that he was the prince. Yes, he had the best training that the Gilboan military could give him, but out on the battlefield, they looked at him as their commanding officer first and foremost.] And they were good men. Brave men.

[Jack sighs at the pleasure of what he's doing, letting his eyes flutter close. He smirks.]

I didn't even sleep with that many of them.

Are you trying to make me jealous?

[ Johnny asks -- because you very well know that he's as competitive as they come. And is this Johnny sucking a very vivid, very obvious lovebite on the inside of his thigh (like marking his territory)? Yep. He doesn't want Jack thinking about anyone else when they're doing this, he wants to be the only one Jack sees.

He sucks another lovebite, teeth and lips and tongue laving over the spot; he'll be wearing those bruises for a couple of days, at least, and he smiles back at him in return, cocky and unrepentant. He thinks of Jack in the battlefield, making the difficult calls and taking command -- it's actually quite hot. ]

They take after their CO. Wish I could've seen you commanding your troops.

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You didn't strike me as the jealous type.

[But the way he's smirking? You're damn right he was trying to make him jealous. And it seems to work, the way he groans at the attentions of Johnny's mouth. His hisses his name through gritted teeth, a little bit of pre-come welling at the tip of his cock.]

I'd rather command you. Get up here.

[Jack grip his short hair and hauls him up into a deep kiss.]

Really?

[ Johnny is the jealous type, but hey, you learn something new every day, right? He cottons on quickly enough, however, knowing that Jack's trying to get under his skin. It's adorable that he does, and he can't help but pinch the flesh of his inner thigh playfully when he gets hauled up to Jack's sinfully decadent mouth.

He kisses him hard, again and again, distracted from the pre-come he had wanted to lick off of him, thumb swiping at it anyway as he explores his mouth, tongue sliding slickly against his in open desire.

He licks the drop of pre-come off his tongue when the kiss tapers off, and he's catching his breath, looking down at him in amusement, warmth, and most importantly, cheekiness. Command, eh? ] Hey, I'm a genie in your bottle. You gotta rub me right way.

[ Yeah, he went there. You really should never have asked him to sing for you. ]