i'm first and fierce if i'm in sight of
sunlight, sunlight, sunlight
David sat with his hands on his thighs, head tilted down, motionless for a while. His hands were trembling in his lap, coming together to wring his fingers. He felt awful, worse than he had since he lost his daughter. His fingers pulled a strand of hair from his face, pulling it behind his ear. He didn't even notice he was being followed, so hearing Brock's voice made the man whirl around, hands shooting to the ground to keep him stable as he swung his body, going from sitting on his legs to having one knee on the ground, the other raised like he was kneeling in proposal.
Except he was kneeling to
run, if need be. For some reason, the man thought that this was bad, and that Brock was going to be mad -- a lot of things David found himself doing made him feel anxious about Brock's ideals. Possibly it was because the man was just so
imposing. The big man's chest fell and rose rapidly, albeit subtly. His eyes studied the man for a second, hanging on to every word, before he relaxed, shoulders slumping and his other knee hitting the ground all too roughly to not have hurt. His broad shoulders shook for a moment, and his hand came up to his face to wipe across his cheek.
"
It's been... twelve years," he spoke so softly, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
David turned his attention to Roman when he noticed the young man standing there, and he nodded to him as he wiped at his face with the collar of his shirt. He couldn't let these people see him
cry, he couldn't let
anyone see. He felt almost embarrassed to have them see him in such a state. He rubbed his legs, breathing through his mouth before a look of near-aggression crossed his face at the question. As soon as it came, it disappeared, instead being replaced by a look of longing. Of a lost wanderer, almost. He inhaled shakily.
While David thought the question was harsh, he could not put blame on Roman. David was the same sometimes, finding himself being more blunt than he meant to, and instead of being angry -- he would have been at any other person at this time, he thought, simply because of Roman's hierarchy -- he nodded to the man. He brushed his brown hair from his face with a shaking hand that, no matter how much he tried, could not be steeled.
"
I had a fiance, once," he started out slow, finally looking up at Roman, "
probably hard to believe, right? Well, she was... the best. She's Roxanne's mom."
honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes
i feel like a person for a moment of my life
Spoiler: //tags -- updated ;; 30/06/20 show general> david benson ;; n/a
> male ;; he/him
> 35 years ;; ages real time ;; may 15th
> bluestem prairie
physical> physical health ;; 80%
> minor injuries ;; a few scrapes
> major injuries ;; head injury (healing)
>
important things to note ;; david has a bad skin condition that causes his body to break out into mass acne ; his face, shoulders, and back get the worst of it
appearance> long, brown hair ; pale brown eyes ; rather large with a
strongman physique ; 7'6" ; just over 400 lbs
> no body modifications
> wears anything loose ; big, white shirt that's stained with dirt and sweat ; sweatpants that are also stained with dirt
> no carried items
>
important things to note ;; his wisdom teeth have all grown in in clumps ; he has no back teeth
personality> very friendly ; hesitant around strangers ; difficult to gain his trust ; general sweetheart ; likes to compliment people ; very protective of his daughter ; very self-less and usually lets people eat before he does ; awkward with forced interactions ; prefers to be the one to start conversations ; very laid back
> anxiety ; autism ; separation anxiety
> eyebrows twitch a lot
relationships> margaret benson x charles benson ;; parents - alive
> mary-anne (mary) benson ;; sister - alive
> lavania masters ;; girlfriend - deceased
> passed in a house break-in
> roxanne benson ;; daugher - alive
> demisexual ; panromantic
> no crushes
interaction/confrontation> medium mentally | easy physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use
this colour (red) and
underline itmisc importance> "
this is him talking." ;; his speech is in
bold>
this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in
italics