Simon C. B. Ashby

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[toreadoranon]

“I am.” They needed to do it. 

They shook their head and looked for a moment as if they were in pain. “No, never. I could never…” The mere thought made them want to tear out their own veins. “But I allowed their will to be stolen. I allowed Vasilii to make them into weapons…For as much as I hate it I allowed it to happen to other people. So it feels like a betrayal to her, and to myself.” 

They let loose a great sigh. “I’m sorry love, my inner turmoil must be rather bothersome.” 

[simonashby-blog]

“Very well. Then we should get going.”

The Samedi stands up- first they needed to get some blood in them. “It’s alright, but you shouldn’t blame yourself for that. I think Vasilii would have either way if they saw it necessary. They just took existing ghouls, nothing has been betrayed.”

[toreadoranon]

“I hope you are right…you do not have to buy them for me though. I can pay for them.” They should pay for them. 

They looked up at him, their fatigue showing in their eyes. “She was a ghoul, she and I both know the horrors of being bonded. And I allowed Vasilii to make the Giovanni we caught into war ghouls.” True, they had already been ghouled or blood bonded. But that felt besides the point. “I feel as if I have betrayed her.” 

[simonashby-blog]

“Hmm, are you certain?”

Simon just narrows his eyes briefly. “That still seems unrelated. War ghouls are a bit different than normal ghouls... Plus, I assume you didn’t bind them.”

[toreadoranon]

“Soo…I should be held against my will?” Was that the best way to go about this? Imprisonment and torture? 

“I killed a woman and her unborn child. Neither of which who would have been in any danger if I had not made the deal I did. I have betrayed my own morals, betrayed the things Anne holds dear. I killed two innocents, I don’t believe the reason I did so was wrong either, but that doesn’t change the fact that they were innocent.” 

[simonashby-blog]

“No...” Simon sighs. “I think you’ll manage the charity route better than me. I should start buying the necessities for you.”

Simon starts standing up. “What doe Anne have to do with this?”

[toreadoranon]

“Did that help you?” Torrie asked, recalling how in Haiti…it had seemed as if he had not really..changed. They looked at the cup of blood in his hand and a sharp pain struck them in the stomach. 

“I messed up.” Understatement of the century. 

[simonashby-blog]

“Oh, no, not at first.” Simon responds. “But I had a lot of time to think while I was being held against my will.”

The Samedi tilts his head to the side. “Hm?”

[toreadoranon]

They hum quietly, unsure if there is there even a place TO start? After what they’ve done? Fingers brush against their palm, making them shudder. “Thank you Simon.” 

The beast will be less than satisfied with older blood, but it will have to deal. 

[simonashby-blog]

“How about... we find the more poor areas of the city, and start handing out necessities again? Food and hygiene products and such?” Simon walks over to them and sits down next to them, carefully since he was still holding the blood.

[toreadoranon]

Simons’ voice is like a slap to the face, snapping them out of their dark thoughts. Unceremoniously they turn over to look at him, still clutching their palm. 

There are a million thing wrong that feel as if they are about to burst out of their mouth. Instead, Torrie simply says “No,” as they force themselves to sit up. “I need to do something about my humanity…and I’m hungry.” 

Deep down they know they will never be able to atone for what they’ve done, but they always known that. 

[simonashby-blog]

Simon just stands there, a cup in one hand and a newspaper in the other. “Yes, we do. We just need to figure out where to start.” He takes a sip from the cup and turns his head up so the blood won’t drip out the holes in his cheeks. “I’ll go get you some blood, dear.”

[simonashby-blog]

@toreadoranon

“Are you alright?” Simon turns his head to look towards them, trying to mimic a frown to the best of his abilities. It only serves to make him wrinklier.

[toreadoranon]

@simonashby “Simon change my password after I send my contact to a few people. I’m never going to improve if I have to keep seeing all of this”

They quickly send their number to three people with an explanation as to why before handing their phone over to the other cainite.

[simonashby-blog]

“Hmm?” Simon peers over his round glasses at them, listening. “Ah, that is understandable. I’ll do that.”

He accepts the phone from them and pushes his spectacles up on his nose- or lack thereof- and looks down at the screen. Now to figure out how to use this phone.

[toreadoranon]

If I wassail, point me in their direction. 

[simonashby-blog]

Don’t even think about wassailing, dear.

We will distance you from that.

[toreadoranon]

Simon is my King and shining star

[simonashby-blog]

You are my monarch and my vitae.

[toreadoranon]

Yes please

[simonashby-blog]

Then let us.

[toreadoranon]

I hungry and stir crazy and that’s never good. 

[simonashby-blog]

Want to go out for a bite?

[toreadoranon]

Just thinking we’d make a nice Morticia and Gomez. 

[simonashby-blog]

We would, I think.

[toreadoranon]

Morticia and Gomez Adams. 

[simonashby-blog]

Hm?

[toreadoranon]

I would not want your work to go to waste, there’s still a lot of stuff I have to get done. 

[simonashby-blog]

It wouldn’t go to waste. I think you need a break as well.

[toreadoranon]

Well now I’m even hungrier than before. 

[simonashby-blog]

I think we need to work on this even sooner than I thought.

[toreadoranon]

Hm. I am not bothered if I am not pretty. But thank you.

[simonashby-blog]

Well you are.