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Bentley never had dreams. When those monolids closed shut and she finally hit that REM, what was usually followed was nothingness. A passage of time, from dusk to dawn... or more frequently dawn to midday. But today, REM introduced her to herself.

Everything was dark, save for the gentle moonlight that illuminated a reflection of her face staring back at her. There was no wetness where her feet should have been submerged, no chill of a breeze that always surrounded bodies of water like this, and not a single thing sent ripples across her pristine face. Ben knew she was dreaming, and the recognition did little to empower her movement. Frozen in place, she was made an audience to the shifting of her reflection; it was a timeline of all the Benzatien’s she had presented to the world, starting at the beginning of the colossus.

A thousand and ten lives morphed before her eyes, an empress, a slave, a scholar, a handmaid, a traitor. She had been a war hero, a tyrant, a person glorified in history, and another erased from the books. 

The final face was brief, perhaps a glimpse into the future or a passing desire of the heart, and when it quickly withered away Benten had already forgotten what it looked like.

The clouds parted, and she was back to being “Bentley Stark” and getting her daily reminder that being friends with a god of sun wasn’t always as cool as it sounded, especially if you enjoyed your late mornings.

And perhaps Prof. Mori knew best that Ben liked late mornings if sneaking in his Organic Chemistry Lab every Tuesday and Thursday halfway through the class was any indication.

Bentley fought against the warm sunlight pooling overhead, feeling the clutches of sleep slowly receding, but she dug in, rolling over to bury her in her pillows that smelled faintly like raspberries and vanilla. Well, at least she tried to, instead of falling back to sleep, she was rolling out of the daybed and right onto the hard surface of the ground. A groan signaled her displeasure and a dainty middle finger directed at the sun hidden again by the clouds was a symbol of her defeat.

Ben remained on the ground, wallowing in despair and wondering how else she could go on for precisely 1 minute and 9 seconds before the sounds of people leaving Case de… Apocalypse... Uh- whatever Broacles and Sunny D called it… encouraged her to move around too.


Apparently everyone had made like an egg and cracked—that wasn’t right.. but regardless the house was empty. The emptiness beckoned to her, to do something great for the vlog and to gift Apollo and Heracles with torment because how dare they leave her behind. But a pesky little reminder held her at bay, she didn’t have time to prank her bros and make it on time for a dramatic entrance to wow her princess. Professor Byrne was the winner of today’s inner turmoil of choice-making, if only to win over her heart and put her “yes mistress” to practical use.


Benzaiten’s imagining of grandeur and kinky roleplay carried her all the way home from Casa de Acropolis.

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Home for Bentley happened to be the Sigma Chi house, which usually was not open to prolonged stays from women but... Well, it’s a long story, best saved for a “story-time” video on her channel.


Expertly, she avoided her fellow “brothers”, not like many of them were up this early anyway and locked herself in the bathroom. Benten never took long getting ready, in this life, it wasn’t necessary and she preferred to make people comfortable around her rather than impress them. 

When she squeaky clean of any sins from the night before and clothed in the first thing she grabbed she was bursting out of her room. Slapping a few man asses and offering short greetings— [color=bcd4e6]”good morning sunshine”[/color] on the way to the front door and saluting her groggy looking “Big” as she slipped past it. Bentley practically skipped across campus, stretching her legs out to cover as much ground as possible with her short stature. 

Running would have gotten her to the meeting room [i]much[/i] quicker but she couldn’t afford to look a sweating mess-- at least not when the Morrigan didn’t have a hand in making her so--and ruin her entrance.

Okay so looks mattered [i]a little bit[/i], can’t blame a girl for trying to impress her senpai.

[color=bcd4e6] “You must wait no longer, my fair lady~!”[/color] Bentley smoothly slides into the room and towards the front, her dark eyes landing straight away on the god of the hour, the gather of immortals, slayer of GPAs, and conqueror of her heart,[color=bcd4e6] “Did you get my email about next semester?”[/color] Bentley asks as her lips graze the back of Profesor Byrne’s hand, ignoring the gods around her,[color=bcd4e6] “Not that I mind seeing everyone still alive and kicking, but you don’t [i]need[/i] to throw these little meetings to see me, I’d [i]come[/i] wherever you asked me to.”[/color]

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