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everyone pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere. by avrilsboy
Fandoms: The Passenger (Movie 2023)
14 Jun 2025
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It’s been almost twenty years since Benson Roche was sentenced to carry out four life sentences at G.H. Lemoine Correctional. Twenty-one since he had murdered his and Randy’s coworkers on a cool and bland January morning, since he had beaten Elliot Sheppard to death in the middle of Bill Snyder Elementary’s parking lot, had taken Miss Beard hostage only at Randy’s insistence he not kill her, had shot Marsha at the end of her shift at the Kutzburg Diner. Twenty-one years since he had forced Randy to drive around town with him for hours, laughing at him, maybe believing it was with him—driving around and never once trying to leave town, intent only on curing Randy of all that made him the most pathetic 21-year-old he had ever seen. Twenty-one years since he gave Randy the small white divot scars on either side of his shoulder that still twinge now and again in a flutter of permanently-confused nerves.
Twenty-one years since he became Randy’s captor. Twenty-one years since he became Randy’s only friend in the world, if only for a day. Since he had created the clean and even division of years in Randy’s life—Before Benson and anno Domini nostri Benson Roche.
In seven months, he'll be eligible for parole.
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hurricane season (can't get the stink off / you do it to yourself) by avrilsboy for Incy Little Spider (1ncylilspider)
Fandoms: The Passenger (Movie 2023)
17 Aug 2024
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When he turns his head to glance inside, eyes seeking for something to do without a customer to handle, Benson sees how his hair’s matted down to his forehead under the bill of his cap, sees the sparkle of sweat above his lip. Bradley doesn’t notice him looking, never does, but especially not now as he wavers in his spot in front of the register from the movement. His eyelids flutter a little, and Benson thinks too belatedly that the kid’s gonna eat tile if he doesn’t sit down.Benson looks away, back down to the table, squeezing his eyes shut hard for a second and pressing his thumb to the spot between his brows. The heat’s making his mind run too fucking slow.
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He eyes Benson’s jacket one more time before turning to grab a dishrag and heading back to the counter. He passes by Benson mopping near one of the back tables and, this close, he’d know he was passing by Benson even with his eyes closed. He always smells like what Randy imagines the smoking section of a bar is like.That was the other tell, he realizes belatedly — the green coat smells like musty cigarettes. Rained-through and dredging up to surface all the stale smoke embedded in the threads.
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“Now Randy,” he says, low and careful and right against his mouth, “you’ve gotta remember that when I tell you to do things, it’s for your own good. Right?”
Randy’s having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on just the cigarette or just on Benson — both are so close that his eyes keep making them blurry.
“Uh— Uh-huh.”
“So when I tell you you’re gonna smoke,” he continues, “that means you’re gonna do what?”
Randy’s stomach drops. He doesn’t understand — doesn’t understand how Benson making him smoke is for his own good. He knows it’s not. He wants to ask, but knows Benson will just punch him for it instead, so he doesn’t. He feels his teeth clench together; Benson’s fingers flex along his jaw, feeling the muscle twitch.
“Randy.”
He relents. He feels like putty, all his nerves spooling and tangling and getting crossed to make him numb.
“I’m gonna…” Randy swallows, feeling breathless. “I’m gonna smoke.”