“Hey Astral.” Simon called out when he heard the other approaching the door, hopefully before he’d actually enter the room. He didn’t know why the other sounded like he was walking so quickly to get here. Had something happened?
Astral stopped a moment. Shit. He was still awake. Astral opened the door a bit, quickly putting on a calm, peaceful look.
"I was coming to check up on you," he said softly. Lies and excuses. "I haven't seen you since this morning, and I figured it was pretty late."
He smiled softly. “I’m fine, I ended up sleeping through most of the afternoon so I’m not really tired right now.”
"Ah, I see." Astral moved in, sitting on the edge of the bed. Damnit, that meant he missed his opportunity for the night. "Did you have any dinner? I know it's late now, but eating is important." He'd forcefed someone to death once. It had been… interesting.
He shook his head. “No I only woke up a little bit ago so I didn’t eat anything yet.”
"Ah… Well, would you like me to make something?" He could slip a drug in it, perhaps, make sure Simon didn't remember a thing in the morning. The trinket stayed still, completely terrified of Astral but unable to warn Simon without giving themself away.
(Holy shitu stalking)
“I don’t want to bother you…it is pretty late.” He said. He was pretty hungry but he knew he’d be fine to wait until morning.
"It wouldn't be a bother at all," Astral said in assurance. He needed to get his hands on Simon, he needed his session.
“Okay, if you say so.” Simon was honestly surprised at how much Astral was doing for him. It wasn’t enough to make him suspicious, he was merely pleasantly surprised.
Astral smiled, standing.
"Good!" He offered his hand to Simon. He'd get his session after all, then.
He took Astral’s offered hand, leaving the trinket behind, deciding he didn’t need to lug it around with him everywhere.
The trinket stayed were it was set, silent. It would have prayed for Simon's safety, but it was the God who was going to hurt him in the first place. Astral smiled, walking hand in hand with Simon down the short distance to the kitchen.
Simon stayed quiet as Astral pulled him into the kitchen, he just sat down at his usual spot.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like?" Astral asked. He made his way over to the fridge, opening it. Simon wouldn't be able to see Astral slipping the drug into the glass of water behind the door. Astral pulled away, setting the glass in front of Simon and closing the door.
He shook his head. “Not really, just whatever you have is fine.” He said, not going to pick up the glass yet, just leaving it on the counter for the moment.
(This rp does not spark joy XD)
"Alright!" Astral hummed a bit to himself, grabbing some of the meat Simon had had that first day. He hummed a bit, breaking it off into chunks to cook. He also set a few noodles on.
((Yeah the difference in vibes is insane XD))
Simon waited patiently, listening to Astral hum. As he waited he found himself drawing random patterns on the counter again, really just whatever popped into his mind.
Astral finally combined the two foods, ina hamburger-helper esk food. He brought a bowl of it over for Simon, one for himself as well.
"Here you go," he said, smiling softly. He got himself his own glass of water before sitting down.
“Thank you!” He exclaimed, beginning to eat without a second thought. He hummed softly as he ate until finally, he reached for the water.
Astral didn't say a word as Simon reached for the water, but on the inside he was grinning like the madman he was. He quietly, waiting. He needed to be patient for just, just a moment more.
It only took a moment for the drug to set in after Simon had taken a big sip of his water. Astral could probably see the difference, as Simon began to sway, his eyes having trouble focusing.
Astral set his fork down slowly when he finally saw the drug taking affect. He didn't say a word, standing up and walking over to the man.
"It's time for some fun," Astral said, helping Simon stand up.
“A-Astral, what’s happening?” He asked, his thoughts slow and confused. He didn’t feel safe. He wanted to move away from Astral but couldn’t.
Astral was keeping his touch gentle for now. He ran his fingers through Simon's hair, wrapping both arms around him.
"I know it's scary," he said softly.
“W-what’d you do to me?” He asked, wanting to run but knowing he wouldn’t even make it a single step before he fell to the ground. He always freaked out at least a little bit at close physical contact, especially when he wasn’t wearing his binder….like right now.
"I did what I wanted to." That was all the answer Astral gave, because that's all it was. He picked Simon up, holding him close.
"I'm going to fix your body, Simon…" He had realized Simon was going to have a harder time accepting this as a dream, so he had to either push it to the max or come up with an excuse.
Simon didn’t understand anything that Astral was saying, it just wasn’t making any sense to him. Astral could probably see it in Simon’s eyes, the way his mind was struggling.
Astral patted Simon's back a bit. He held the man close, walking out of the kitchen towards his work room. He opened the door, carrying the man in. There was the table with the restraints… but, somehow, it looked more sterile, more safe, even. Perhaps it was just Astral messing with Simon, but… it was different.
Simon did notice, and, at least for the moment, stopped his feeble attempts at fighting back. ‘Why…?’ He thought to himself. He couldn’t figure out why this time felt different.