Simon nodded, hesitating to let go of the other, but doing so nonetheless. He actually considered going into the workroom at some point that day, he was a little curious with what Astral did in there all day. “I’ll see you later.” He said, waving a bit at the other.
Astral patted Simon's shoulder as he pulled away.
"Later." He offered a small smile, waving back a bit before leaving. He had quite the thing to set up for the night, and this time it wouldn't be Simon getting hurt. Much.
Simon genuinely had no idea what was going to happen that night. He merely stood up, starting to wash off his plate after he’d completely finished eating. He figured he should probably shower at some point that day. It had been awhile, and with an actually flat chest, it would be less terrible than normal. He walked back into Astral’s bedroom, closing the door behind him.
The trinket spoke up once the door was finally closed.
Did he ask for anything yet? they asked, figuring the answer was no. Seeing how Simon wasn't screaming in pain at the moment in Astral's work area.
He shook his head. “Not yet.” He said, gently sitting down on the bed, putting his hands on his chest. The feeling of actually being flat was enough to make him feel at least a little bit better.
The trinket let out a soft breath.
This could be either really good… or really, really bad… Still, they didn't say anything more on it. Simon had already said he didn't want to know.
Did something happen? they asked instead.
“Well he asked about who was calling me so much but that was really it.” He said as nonchalantly as he could, looking over at the trinket.
The trinket was set by the phone on the table, looking down at it.
They have been calling quite a lot… They looked back up at Simon.
“Yeah and I’m still not going to answer. I’d just block him but I’m pretty sure he’d kill me for that.” He picked up his phone. 20 missed calls, 10 voicemails.
Well, it's not like you'll ever really have to see him again, the trinket pointed out. You're literally in a palace on the sun.
“Oh so that’s where we are? That’s pretty cool. And yeah I know I’ll probably never go back it’s just still really scary to me to just block him and think there won’t be consequences.”
Ah… The trinket fell quiet a moment. Does Astral know about how you feel about him? They finally asked.
If he does… it might be bad for them. Really bad.
He shrugged. “Astral knows but I don’t really care. This guy’s an asshole, whatever happens to him…he probably deserves it.”
The trinket fell silent a moment. He must have really hurt Simon, then.
I see… The trinket fell into silence.
If Simon would feel the same when it was actually happening, he didn’t know. But as of right now, he just wanted nothing to do with the guy.
(aaaaaa timeskip? Or perhaps rp the kidnapping of the man?)
((Mmmmmm let’s do the kidnapping just becausssssse. I’ve been trying to think up of all the bad things he’s done for like the last hour lol))
(Oh jeez XD)
Astral looked around the room once. Everything seemed in place- all he needed now was the victim. He opened the door, looking around. Simon was probably in Astral's room, so the god closed the door behind him. He thought a moment, going to see if he'd be able to get Simon's phone without him noticing.
(I might need a list- for what's going to happen ;) )
(hhhh is Astral's "boyfriend" Marcos, or?)
(Mayhaps ;) )
((I will gladly provide you with a list as soon as my brain has perfected it.))
Unfortunately for Astral, Simon wasn’t conveniently sleeping. He was possibly about to, but he hadn’t decided yet, having been debating over whether to sleep or go see Astral.
(Okie! Thanks!)
Astral was standing outside the door, staying silent as a mouse. Truly, he didn't want to let Simon know he was there, and didn't want to make the mistake of coming in with Simon still very much aware of him. He knelt down, looking through the keyhole like the cliché bastard he was being. Shit- he was still awake. One thing Astral was not enjoying about treating Simon like this was having to sneak into his own room.
After another second, Simon just decided to go to sleep, not wanting to bother Astral. He lay down, setting his phone over on the nightstand. It would take him another few minutes to drift off.
Astral held back a heavy sigh. Instead, he sat down to wait. Dear god, he enjoyed manipulating Simon like this- it was exhilerating at times- but he knew if he had to do many of these waiting games he'd snap. Finally, when Simon seemed to be asleep after jesus knows how long, Astral silently opened the door. He made his way inside, keeping his steps light, and snatched the phone. He looked down at Simon a moment, smiling softly.