Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in elusive_wolf's LiveJournal:

Saturday, October 7th, 2006
6:54 pm	Bold & BenJelle... NYC 10/5 PICSPAM! I know it's late but what else is new?!? Actually, I didn't want to intrude on the beautiful part by part posting of the Philly venue. (Thank you!) I believe because the tour is winding down, Benji and Donny are stepping up and becoming bolder about the PDA's. What happens when you put together a Psychologist, Pyschiatrist, a sixteen year old High School senior, and a Counselor who are Benjelle fans? Hours on end of discussion, nitpicking every detail that caught our eyes. Okay, so we went to the show at MSG on Thursday night, the night of the Benjelle decked out in green. The vibe, as a lot of others described between the two definitely has changed and you could feel that it's something more. Lately, it also seems that Donny's is more openly using PDA's while Benji has been getting bolder with the kiss and booty smack in the middle of the dances. While introducing the Waltz, he seemed to be glowing, I know it sounds cheesy but it's true and the way he described her, he looked like a man secured about his feelings. I tried to upload the video onto youtube but something about copyright infringement, I couldn't and Farah said she'll try to upload hers. From her vantage point, it seemed intimate, he was close, nuzzling her neck and back. What she did was added some scenic pictures of the Waltz that stood out and you all can see for yourselves. The neck nuzzling.. You couldn't really see this unless you were sitting on this side but he kissed her back REALLY fast... Another neck nuzzle... Her ear... More nose smushage. You can't tell but he said something to her... The SMOOCH! (Not the one we want but we'll take what we get, for now :) And lastly... look at the smiles! Aww.. Afterwards, when the meet and greet was going on, there wasn't a lot of people left on our side and Benji & Donny were the last two to stay out with us. My cousin asked Donny if it was okay to take a pic of her with Benji. He was about 2 ppl over, signing autographs and she smiled and nodded, telling us she would back as soon as he got to us. She signed one other person and stood off to the side, with this really cute smile, waiting for him to get to us. All the while, Benji was looking at the tank my youngest cousin made which had Benjelle pics on the front and back and he was absolutely over the moon happy, telling us he loves the two pics he hadn't seen on other fans before. He told her to take pics of the tank and post it on his myspace. Donny had seen the shirt already and Benji had called her over to look at it again. It was absolutely adorable and hilarious how they were leaning over to look, oohing & ahhing as Benji pointed them out. (All this could be confirmed by winoneagain and xx cutepoison xx from idf, who all met that night) Pics of the shirt... (Apologies to who did the beautiful collages, sorry we can't remember your name but know that they were loved. If you want, post the collages on both their myspaces, they adore them!) The front. The back. I don't usually post personal pics but PLEASE DO NOT POST this pic elsewhere. One of the two pics of her with the Benjelle... It was after this they began to take pics together, with Benji changing his hat to wear the NY one and Donny next to his side for a while. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
11:52 am	Something VERY intriguing... My mind's been going a mile a minute. By the way, did anyone notice the lack of rings on Donny's fingers? Throughout the show, she always wore a ring on her middle finger, which unofficially implies that she has significant other but since the finale that Thursday night, she's been missing them? All the photos that's been popping up, particularly the TCA and all the ones after, check out her hands... they're ringless and yet, it seems "The Benjelle" has been spending quite some time after hours, doing interviews here and there. I don't think I've ever seen something like this, when one winner is declared from a show, usually they don't promote the rest of runner ups, (though Benjelle is truly the winners, IMO) but Benji seems gung ho on promoting all four together. In a way, I understand some may be for publicity but they are going to spending the next two months together, seeing each other 24/7... (My shipper heart is squeeing!) Maybe I'm just reading too much into all this... but what do you all think? Naz PS>>Newbie here... (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 26th, 2006
9:30 am	You Always Matter... Summary: During the two part finale, a shipper's version of how Benji encourages Donyelle to continue on and not let all the negativity get her down. (Probably a cuss word here or there.) Disclaimers: Don't own or have anything to do with SYTYCD, if I did... the show would be renamed to "The BenJelle Comin' At Ya!." I posted this at the SYTYCD fanfic site and wanted to share it here. Chapter 1: The “booing” continued on loudly from the crowd as they all seemed to disagree with the judges comments about their final dance together... the Viennese Waltz. Benji tried to keep a straight face but it was getting hard as the cutting remarks kept coming about their mistakes through out their final dance along with their lack of grace and talent. Moments later, he felt the tremble and slight drooping of Donyelle’s shoulders. Their words fueled his anger and as soon as the commercial break was called, he ignored everyone and quickly pulled her off the stage. His reaction seemed to have a dramatic effect on the judges and the audience as mouths fell open in astonishment. Backstage, the small group consisting of his sister, her brother and cousins from both sides along with the rest of the dancers were there to greet them... to show support but they were shocked when the two just passed by without looking at anyone. No one had ever seen him so furious nor her so sad and surprisingly, people moved out of his way. Without breaking stride, he grabbed the cooler, where water and juice bottles were kept for the dancers after their performances, from the side table as he lead her away from prying eyes, ears, the constant shadow of the camera crew and before she could lose her composure, pulled her into the dressing room. Everyone flinched when the door slammed shut. He lead her to the chair and kept telling her to take deep breaths calmly though he felt anything but. When she sat, he quickly bent down, pulling the strappy shoes off and dunked her foot into the ice. He looked up to see the wetness around her eyes and when that lone tear ran down, his anger began to fade gradually as he gently cradled her face, tilting it towards his. When their eyes locked, words became unnecessary. She pulled him up and wrapped her arms tightly around him as he buried his face into her hair and stroked her back soothingly. The world seem to fade away completely for those few precious minutes. “You okay?” He felt her nod on his shoulder and then heard her mumble something. Since he didn’t hear, he was loosening his embrace but she didn’t let go. “I’m sorry, honey, but I didn’t hear what you just said.” “I can’t do this-” “Yes, you can.” He felt the wetness on his neck and the anger came rushing back but he wouldn’t let it effect her. “You can do this. You are extremely talented no matter what the judges say.” Her voice cracked, “But-” “But nothing. Do you hear me? Forget about the judges, they’re assholes who don’t count. Nothing matters nor does any else’s opinions.” She had never heard such a firm tone from him. This time, she pulled back to look at him and couldn’t control herself as she caressed his face. “You always matter.” Her soft words seemed to be the catalyst. She had captured his eyes, wanting to convey her gratitude but something shifted as her innocent gaze became different when a rising feel of heated tension slipped in and it was apparent she wasn’t the one being effected. His blue eyes darkened to a deeper hue as concern quickly turned to desire and something more. Awareness began to creep in with the position they were in. He knew that she knew if she wanted to break away, she could do so easily... simply pushing him away would do the trick but both were mesmerized at being this close. Feelings came rushing back, from their first Waltz, particularly the ending. She entwined her hand in his hair, while his left hand went to her cheek. “Wardrobe change!” The loud knocking at the door broke through their haze. She jumped but he barely reacted to the interruption. Caressing her hips sensuously, he quickly drew her attention in again. It became obvious the Benji standing before her was nothing like the fun loving, shy boy she first met who was afraid to get close enough to touch a girl, a woman. He was all man, his voice deep, almost hypnotic. “Ignore them.” His touch became bold and he went for her neck. Every teasing and light swoop of his tongue was driving her crazy. Desperate for more, he found himself suddenly being yanked by his hair, her eyes filled with all the passion his body could not contain. Not being able to take the tension, she tilted her head up as his mouth came down... ..barely an inch apart when... “I won’t force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, not when you’re with someone else right now.” She froze at his words. “Our first kiss will not be tainted. When it’s our turn... make no mistake, our time will come and when I kiss you... I will be your only man then.” His tone was so matter of fact that she couldn’t hide her surprise. He bought one of her hands over his heart, “You feel this as much as I do.” There was no point in denying it anymore, not after all of this. She nodded in response too afraid to speak. His eyes were truly the open windows to his soul, expressing his honesty, devotion, tenderness, desire, and love. She dropped all pretenses, opening herself to him, mixing in the trust, shimmering heat of passion, and sensuality to their complete circle. The banging on the door began again. “Donyelle! Benji! Guys, come on! Make-up!” Finally stepping away, he opened the door and was met was at least fifty pair of curious stares. Ignoring them while blocking the world’s view of Donyelle, he let only the ladies from wardrobe and make up guy come in. All three smirked noticing the tense atmosphere when they walked in. The ladies quickly went at her with an arm full of clothing. Being the gentleman he was, Benji turned his back while he heard her change and also made the make up guy do the same, gay or not. Moments later, he felt hands massaging his lower back and couldn’t stop the slight groan that escaped him. He turned around and everything else was forgotten. He was met with one of the most beautiful sights. Donyelle was dressed the same way during her auditions. He reached over, kissing her forehead while pulling the clip that was holding her hair up. “You are a goddess.” She blushed at his compliment and she shook it loose. “I didn’t get the privilege of watching you audition but when I saw it later... I was in awe. Tonight, when you get on that stage, you’ll think of no one else but me.” Despite his goofy persona, she began to notice the little things, becoming aware of his hidden seductive side during their Pop Jazz week. “You will dance for no one else but me.” * * * When one of the maintenance workers came by with a new cooler filled with drinks, he looked curiously at the crowd when noticing all the rapt attention towards one particular place. ‘This place gets weirder by the minute. What the hell was so fascinating about a dull gray dressing room door?’ His question was answered when the door opened and out walked the two most beloved contestants on any show he had ever seen. The crowd held their breaths while parting, making a path for them... not knowing how else to react. Donyelle walked out first and Benji followed her lead. His hand was on the small of her back and the distance between them was a bare minimum, intimately close... more than friends and yet, not lovers. Her stunning smile eased everyone and collective sighs were heard throughout. Even in such a public place, they all felt like intruders, watching them. It was obvious both were still in their own world as he bowed, kissing the back of her hand. Whatever he said, she nodded, winking at him which was followed by a saucy grin and he laughed out loud. He headed back towards the changing rooms, for the upcoming "Tranji" number while she made her way towards the small room used for last minute rehearsals and said a quick prayer for him as well as herself. When the time came for her solo, the place erupted wildly as she sauntered onto the stage exuding grace, confidence and beauty that captivated everyone. She shot a quick glance towards the audience and even with the amount of people, she caught his smile. Her solo was felt by everyone as she lost herself in the music though she danced for one in particular... * * * * * * Started out as a one shot but grew into a monster. My first of a (maybe) many chapter story. Hoping you all like it. Feedback is much appreciated! Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: Maroon 5 (5 Comments |Comment on this)