#simon 04

but this was simon, meaning a shirt was not necessary, or even clothes for that matter. to keep some decency, he kept his drawstring trousers on as he heard a knock on the cabin door. crossing over to open it, lars greeted the other with a grin first – uncharacteristic of him, yes, but he did miss the man. “hey.” he opened the door further to let the other in. “you okay?” was his first question. it seemed they only met these days after various mental hardships these days.  

It seems to have its own personality, after all. It refuses to look at me, but scuttles behind me when it wants to be aknowledged… which has a grotesque effect, considering that it has a fully developed female body. It was naked, until it disappeared for a few days to return with a loose, blue sweater draped around its body. It seems to want something from me, but my mood has been foul since I have lost a powerful ally to this… being with the mentality of a needy child.

It tried to crawl around my leg as I was leaving, so I simply kicked it away from my person as hard as I could - mostly to see its reaction to being manhandled. I was standing up when it tried to latch onto me, so it made me almost lose my balance. I put little force in the kick, however sufficient.

It seemed surprised to see it arrive: its body impacted with the wall with enough force to crack it. After this, it remained unmoving and presumably fainted.

I studied its features, making a mental note about how angelic it looks compared to the other demons I administer. Golden hair, peaceful face and long lashes, freckles littering its face.