Simon Linden (dirty_job) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-06 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-13 |
i hate you 'cause i have to
Who: Simon and Halne
Where: Adair's farmhouse.
When: Around midnight.
Simon's instructions were relatively simple this time around. It wouldn't be difficult to keep the prone figure on the bed from leaving, weak as she was. Adair's parting words had been "Don't fuck her up, but don't let her go anywhere," and Simon was quite certain he could manage not to do either.
He'd never known Adair's sire. His stake in her quest for revenge wasn't really a personal one. He cared because she cared, but when he thought about it--nothing Adair fought for had ever really impacted him directly at all. He'd always been more or less just along for the ride.
With Zale, it was as personal as it ever got with Simon--after what he'd done to Adair, hell, any friend of hers would want to tie that bastard up and leave him to roast in the middle of Death Valley. But Zale's proteges, well...unless they were trying to turn Simon in to the elders, he might as well leave them be. This one certainly wasn't hurting anybody at the moment. He couldn't say he wouldn't live to regret letting her go, as he knew he and Adair eventually would, but he didn't know her from Adam. Maybe she was a decent one. Simon didn't judge without reason.
He stretched out on the couch by the fire, with a glance back toward the bed to make sure Halne was still out cold. This was the easiest night's work he'd put in in a long time.