Benedict
@gentlebenedict.bsky.social
Merovingian royalty. Monk. Vampire.
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Benedict
@gentlebenedict.bsky.social
· Feb 25
“We cannot live without love. Doesn’t matter how old, how strong we are, what we possess. We cannot exist without love."
🦋RP/21+
🦋#VampireChronicles
🦋#PrinceLestat
🦋Writer is friendly!
🦋Looking for SLs
🦋DM to plot
🦋RP/21+
🦋#VampireChronicles
🦋#PrinceLestat
🦋Writer is friendly!
🦋Looking for SLs
🦋DM to plot
Will you come with me?
Soon the bakers at the market will start selling wintery sweets. We should go there, you'll like it.
Smells lovely!
October 11, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Will you come with me?
// took almost a year but I am following ten accounts. 🥹
October 11, 2025 at 11:52 AM
// took almost a year but I am following ten accounts. 🥹
Smells lovely!
The usual, at the moment I'm preparing scented creams for the winter season, with cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla. The ladies will love it.
October 11, 2025 at 11:18 AM
Smells lovely!
October 2, 2025 at 1:18 PM
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October 29, 2024 at 6:05 PM
Oh yes! My favorite part was the curl of the shell. But, I preferred rabbits.
Have you never drawn giant snails?
July 21, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Oh yes! My favorite part was the curl of the shell. But, I preferred rabbits.
Oh my goodness, I am not that old!
Fossils from the time when @gentlebenedict.bsky.social was first alive.
July 21, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Oh my goodness, I am not that old!
He would love that, and would wear it often.
He could make him an oil or ointment he can wear on his skin with that scent! Since he doesn't drink tea, maybe he can enjoy it in other ways...
He loves it! Flowers are sweet, but herbs are exciting to his senses!
May 30, 2025 at 9:24 PM
He would love that, and would wear it often.
He loves it! Flowers are sweet, but herbs are exciting to his senses!
Some of Josef's favorite herbs - sage, lavender, chamomile - were accompanied by classic flowers like roses.
Hopefully Benedict wound enjoy the scent, too.
Hopefully Benedict wound enjoy the scent, too.
He awoke first to the smell of blossoms and greenery before seeing the source. With a pleasant gasp, he moved to the flowers for a closer look.
May 30, 2025 at 7:22 PM
He loves it! Flowers are sweet, but herbs are exciting to his senses!
He awoke first to the smell of blossoms and greenery before seeing the source. With a pleasant gasp, he moved to the flowers for a closer look.
He has not given @gentlebenedict.bsky.social enough flowers lately. And when he thought he looked sad in his sleep in the candlelit basement, Josef went out to get him a bouquet for when he wakes up.
May 29, 2025 at 5:31 PM
He awoke first to the smell of blossoms and greenery before seeing the source. With a pleasant gasp, he moved to the flowers for a closer look.
// haa you have no idea. 😅
May 13, 2025 at 7:23 PM
// haa you have no idea. 😅
“Thank you.”
Benedict studied Josef for a moment, his own delicate brows furrowed before he closed his eyes and leaned just enough to barely brush his nose against the other’s cheek. Not daring for more.
Benedict studied Josef for a moment, his own delicate brows furrowed before he closed his eyes and leaned just enough to barely brush his nose against the other’s cheek. Not daring for more.
"I would scatter your ashes over a meadow with the best wildflowers."
He looked into Benedict's eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious expression.
"It's not time yet. Don't leave."
He looked into Benedict's eyes, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious expression.
"It's not time yet. Don't leave."
He nodded, taking note of the request before he continued.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
May 13, 2025 at 3:21 PM
“Thank you.”
Benedict studied Josef for a moment, his own delicate brows furrowed before he closed his eyes and leaned just enough to barely brush his nose against the other’s cheek. Not daring for more.
Benedict studied Josef for a moment, his own delicate brows furrowed before he closed his eyes and leaned just enough to barely brush his nose against the other’s cheek. Not daring for more.
He nodded, taking note of the request before he continued.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
For a moment, the question made Josef think. But then the answer was simple.
"I don't think I will. As things are... I will die centuries before you."
He quickly added: "And I would rather not be burned, but placed in a crypt, or... given to students."
"I don't think I will. As things are... I will die centuries before you."
He quickly added: "And I would rather not be burned, but placed in a crypt, or... given to students."
“I-I don’t know.” He whispered and inhaled through his nose at the touch against the blistered skin. It hurt, even as it healed.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
May 13, 2025 at 2:41 PM
He nodded, taking note of the request before he continued.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
“And if I were to leave within your lifetime?” As if he were going on a trip.
“I-I don’t know.” He whispered and inhaled through his nose at the touch against the blistered skin. It hurt, even as it healed.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
"Does this help make it better?"
Josef pointed at the honey tincture he spread on the burn wounds. "Or has medicine no effect on you, as you heal all by yourself?"
"Burns are nasty," he added quietly.
Josef pointed at the honey tincture he spread on the burn wounds. "Or has medicine no effect on you, as you heal all by yourself?"
"Burns are nasty," he added quietly.
He wanted to hide this from Josef, knowing it would frighten him.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
May 13, 2025 at 1:36 PM
“I-I don’t know.” He whispered and inhaled through his nose at the touch against the blistered skin. It hurt, even as it healed.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
“When my time comes, will you scatter my ashes?”
He is not sure where the question came from.
He wanted to hide this from Josef, knowing it would frighten him.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
He... won't even say anything.
He will prepare a tincture of honey and lavender, just in case.
Do soothing tinctures even help vampires?
He will prepare a tincture of honey and lavender, just in case.
Do soothing tinctures even help vampires?
Playing with fire again.
If he could just endure the flames.
If he could just endure the flames.
May 13, 2025 at 1:27 PM
He wanted to hide this from Josef, knowing it would frighten him.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
With a strained smile, he waited for his arm to heal.
Playing with fire again.
If he could just endure the flames.
If he could just endure the flames.
May 12, 2025 at 6:15 PM
Playing with fire again.
If he could just endure the flames.
If he could just endure the flames.
You know it’s spring when the birds are singing before the sun rises!
March 28, 2025 at 3:56 PM
You know it’s spring when the birds are singing before the sun rises!
// well if that doesn’t sound creepy af 😂
March 26, 2025 at 2:53 PM
// well if that doesn’t sound creepy af 😂
The smile quickly returned. “I don’t know what that says about you or I! I am neither ghost nor angel, and have been taught to blend in with mortals.
After a pause, Benedict leaned in slightly toward the man, curious. “Why do you ask these questions?”
After a pause, Benedict leaned in slightly toward the man, curious. “Why do you ask these questions?”
A year ago Josef had not even believed in angels, but with all that he was learning about Benedict, he was opening his mind to learn about the unbelievable.
"If I noticed a presence in the shadows, I'd first think it's you."
"If I noticed a presence in the shadows, I'd first think it's you."
The smile faded pensively. Benedict did not expect this line of questioning from him.
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
February 28, 2025 at 8:59 PM
The smile quickly returned. “I don’t know what that says about you or I! I am neither ghost nor angel, and have been taught to blend in with mortals.
After a pause, Benedict leaned in slightly toward the man, curious. “Why do you ask these questions?”
After a pause, Benedict leaned in slightly toward the man, curious. “Why do you ask these questions?”
The smile faded pensively. Benedict did not expect this line of questioning from him.
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
"What would be the difference between seeing a ghost and seeing your guardian angel?"
Josef went to the window to let a breeze of cool night air in after the storm had calmed down a little.
Josef went to the window to let a breeze of cool night air in after the storm had calmed down a little.
Benedict laughed softly, but not unkindly.
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”
February 28, 2025 at 8:41 PM
The smile faded pensively. Benedict did not expect this line of questioning from him.
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
“Angels appear to us however they want, but they are not ghosts. They do not have the heaviness of soul nor are they unaware of themselves the way ghosts are.”
Benedict laughed softly, but not unkindly.
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”
He shuddered at the thought of feral blood drinkers. And he wasn't yet sure what to make of the ghosts.
"No... should I? Are they... here?"
"No... should I? Are they... here?"
He shrugged dismissively at the first question. “The only ghouls I have seen have been cruel mortals or feral, ancient blood drinkers.”
The talk of ghosts was far more pleasant. “Oh, yes! Haven’t you?”
The talk of ghosts was far more pleasant. “Oh, yes! Haven’t you?”
February 28, 2025 at 8:15 PM
Benedict laughed softly, but not unkindly.
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”
“No, at least I don’t think so! It isn’t a preternatural skill by any means.
But sometimes.. walking through the streets, or in old houses, I will catch a glimpse of.. something. It looks human but I cannot sense it as such. It never remains long.”