forum Broken Dreams and Haunting Memories// Closed!// 16+

Started September 19, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Astral led Emile through the halls, never once taking his hand off of their shoulder. He brought the being into the living room, turning to him. The trinkets watched, curious. That wasn't a human.

Emile looked up at him silently. He wasn’t afraid of whatever the god had in store for him. He’d experienced a lot of things in his afterlife.

Astral lifted his hand from Emile's shoulder finally, moving it to take ahold of his head. It took more, since Emile wasn't human, but it didn't change the end product- Emile sat in Astral's palm, a cold stone statue.

Emile didn’t move during the process, just closing his eyes and trying to relax, counting down from 20. It was over before he reached 7. And for some reason, he didn’t panic, because he knew he’d make it out of this okay.

Astral looked down at Emile for a moment, then set the small statue on one of the high shelves. He wouldn't hurt them- he needed them, for Simon's sake. Emile was safe, for now. What would happen when he couldn't help Simon anymore, though?

When it reached that point, Emile would probably kill himself, knowing Alec would bring him back to life as soon as he could. There was no reason for Astral to bother them after that.

If Astral gave him the chance to do that, of course. How could one kill themselves when they were a statue?

Mia shifted some in bed, pressing closer to Simon. She'd felt… strange, throughout the night, but it was gone now. She hadn't lost any sleep over it, either.

Simon was peacefully asleep in bed, absolutely passed out. He felt so relaxed, so safe, like nothing and no one could hurt him. He’d probably sleep for a few more hours if he was uninterrupted.

Of course, Alec noticed rather quickly when the status of one of his souls changed. He’d been paying extra attention the entire night, having finally given Emile permission to go check up on Simon. He stopped what he was doing, focusing on his bond with Emile. He felt a bit of relief wash over him when he figured out Emile was in no immediate danger but he recognized this feeling from Emile, a steely determination. So Emile was facing down the god then, in one way or another? Alec wasn’t surprised. And even though he knew the soul couldn’t hear him, he mumbled under his breath “stay safe.”

And uninterrupted he would be. Mia was dead asleep herself, and Astral wasn't about to go anywhere near them while they slept. He glanced up when he finally noticed the bond Emile had with… something else. So, that could explain some of this, then. Astral felt strange, to know Simon was being watched over by someone tied to a different belief, a different pantheon or whatever they came from, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

Emile had no intention of giving the information of who he was tied to over to Astral, knowing it would lead Astral not just to his lover but to the couple of dozen souls Alec had in his possession at the moment. They were like Emile’s family, and he wouldn’t seal all of their fates like that.

It wasn't clear just what Astral might do if he found out- maybe nothing at all. Or, it could be a total and complete massacre. One could never tell.
The god sat down, then, on the couch, folding his legs as he picked up one of the other trinkets.

Emile wasn’t worried about their lives ending permanently, they’d all be revived but it could take lifetimes. And by then it’d be too late to help Simon.

That's right, it would be- Simon would already be wiped and brainwashed by then. Astral's perfect lover after all.
The god hummed some, glancing up at his newest addition. He was right- he really did enough showing them off like trophies.

((Brooooooo Astral’s definitely going to brainwash him at one point and I’m not okay :’) ))

Emile sat on the shelf, not necessarily content but he was okay. He didn’t trust Astral one bit. The god’s sympathy act hadn’t bought him over. Even if Astral cared about Simon, it was in a very destructive way.

(Neither am I :') )

It was right of Emile to not trust Astral. The being would have a front-row seat to what the god did next; he turned the trinket in his hand back into a human, turning them over in his hands, examining the body he already had memorized. The human had no response to any of this- just a blank, dead stare.

((I feel like he’d turn him into like a stereotypical 50’s housewife, just all bubbly and sweet but not allowed to express any real feelings))
((_{I totally didn’t say this because Simon reminds me of Grace from The Umbrella Academy. Totally))}

Emile immediately felt bad for the human. He couldn’t even guess how long the poor soul had been here for but they just looked so…defeated. Defeated and empty.

(Oh lordy he's totally gonna now-)
(_Pff–)

Astral continued to fidget with the small person, quiet as he did. When he pulled on an arm, it came clean off. That's when the seams became apparent. Even though they were alive, and their body was flesh and bone, Astral had modified them. Cut them into pieces, stuck magnets in place so he could take them apart and put them back together again.

((I mean with Astral’s obsession of turning people into dolls it’s only a matter of time until he turned Simon as close to that as he can while still keeping him human))

And that sight was definitely disturbing for Emile to witness, but he wouldn’t let that emotion show. He didn’t let any emotion show actually. He really hoped he’d be able to find a way out of this place as soon as he’d finished helping Simon.

(Yeahhhhh. If not literally :) )

Astral did this, undoing the human and putting them back together, for some time before growing bored. He let them fall to the table, coming undone as their pieces scattered. Astral would clean them up later.

((Oooooof. I feel like he wouldn’t turn Simon into a doll only because he says he loves him and stuff but like idk man))

Emile watched, concern growing in the back of his mind, but he wouldn’t let the feeling out. He reminded himself that he needed to focus on Simon and Simon alone.

(Like, yeah totally, but if at that point Simon, like, had a breakdown, Astral might 'have pity' on him and turn him into a doll so he would 'have less stress' while still keeping an eye on the kid)

So, with that toy used up, Astral picked up another one. He turned it as well, humming some to himself. This one was newer, it seemed, because after so long being left alone they'd worked up to being able to struggle again. Astral couldn't help but smirk some when he saw this, tilting the frightened human's head up with his thumb.
This was going to be a long day, then…