Buddingtonite was never opposed to watching movies, in fact, he did so quite more frequently than most people thought. If he wasn’t at home watching a DVD with his only housemate, nice and comfortable on the couch with a beer in one hand and the other hand resting tenderly on the head of his relaxed Irish wolfhound, he could be found in a theatre, with his arm resting over the shoulders (and them some) of a beautiful date. Of course then he never -really- watched the movies so much as he partook in some innocent little ‘fun’, and he had been picked out of many theaters before ever once making it to the ending credits. There were few movies he watched with little interruption in a theater, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy was one of them. If anyone was willing to believe it, he had actually declined a little romp around the cramped theater seats to watch the whole movie all the way through (though he did initiate a rather intense snuggle fest during one of Arwin’s many weeping montages).

It was so strange that at the time of watching the movies, he had little care of respect for the character of Smeagol, or Gollum, or whatever the hell he felt like calling himself at the time. Sure, the actor was excellent and there were some touching, heartbreaking moments (none of which Richard would admit to feeling if he was confronted by a woman or even another man.) But he never really understood how a simple little trinket like a ring could cause someone to make such a drastic turn or forsake his humanity.

Until this night. This night, he had ripped a starseed from another’s chest, with Benitoite’s guidance, and he held the starseed to his chest, clutching it tightly in a gloved hand and shunning the world from seeing it. It wasn’t that bright, according to Benitoite, but for Buddingtonite, it was his first, and therefor, one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. And he had seen a LOT of things that left him awestruck, both mentally and physically for others to see. Now, here he was, standing on the rooftop of his condo, admiring the starseed that twinkled faintly in the nightlights of the city, and it was taking him much effort to now want to swoop down into an animalistic crouched position, hovering over the starseed and whispering ‘my precious’ to it in a breathless, spine-tingling inducing voice.

That didn’t stop him from talking to the starseed, though, and he spoke to it as though the woman he plucked it from were still standing before him. He thought little of it- he talked to various items in his story, edible items, so why should talking directly to someone’s soul and essence be any weirder for him? “You’re so much more beautiful in this form than you once were, so really, you should be thanking me my dear. I helped you transcend and freed you from all of your burdens... the life before you wasn’t going to get any better, and least now, you will get to live in a nice condo, with an adorable and loving dog and myself, someone who will watch over you.”

He wanted to give a starseed a taste, but he remembered Benitoite’s words. As morbidly curious as he was to taste a starseed and seeing its lasting effects, it was not a path that Buddingtonite was willing to take just yet, if ever. Perhaps he’d find a senshi or another lieutenant that he could test this theory out on, but this starseed? He couldn’t dare to eat it. He wanted to cherish it. It was his. His precious.
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