Killing was part of the world that Ashe had chosen to live in. She’d killed and she’d had her people killed; some had even come close to killing her. Ashe didn’t go out of her way to kill and she preferred to avoid it; too much hassle. But that didn’t mean she was at all squeamish about getting blood on her hands.
In Deerington, many of her kills had been due to necessity and self defense. She hadn’t shot any of the other sleepers. That night she’d stuck to her M.O. which was townsfolk, but this had been in cold blood. Naturally, she’d been concerned about the cats, but she’d been careful in her execution. With a little bit of research and Chloe’s help, she’d been able to track down the townsfolk that had hurt her and she’d sent them a message, with her gun.
Murder could be a bloody act depending on the method and she’d made her way home in the dark, still sporting the stains of her exploits. It was late when she finally entered her home and turned to B.O.B. who was behind her. “Why don’t you go shut off for a bit, I’m gonna shower and go to bed.”
The omnic placed his hand on her shoulder and she was warmed by the look she knew was filled with compassion. Patting him on the hand she nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning.” They bid each other goodnight and Ashe made her way towards the master suite that she now shared with Jesse.
Though the weight of the evening was heavy on her mind, seeing Jesse stretched out was a soothing image and all she wanted was to clean up her body and shake off the feelings that turned uncomfortably inside of her. Deerington made her less sure of so many things, and this was the first time she’d taken so much action in cold blood. Necessary maybe but not the enjoyable endeavour she often pretended it was.
She hoped Jesse wouldn’t wake and bring on questions she wasn’t sure she could answer. She even wonders if he’d be disappointed in her, or worse angry. With Reaper, she’d held back, but she couldn’t with the townsfolk, not this time. Turning the handle, she waits for the water to warm while leaning on the edge of the sink. Her eyes catch sight of her reflection and she cringes. Blood was streaked on her clothes, and spotted on her skin in a splashed pattern, evidence of the chaos of her attack. Ashe had years of blood on her hands and it hadn’t always been so easy to tolerate or move on from. She had gone into a world that was traumatizing in it’s kill or be killed mindset and it had been long enough since the last time she’d kill with such little mercy, that it filled her with a sense of fear, like a noose wrapping around her neck that would never let go.
She was so lost in trauma of her past that she didn’t even realize the sink had filled up and was threatening to overflow. All she could see was the reflection of a tired woman who didn’t know if she could be anything other than destructive. It was hard to even believe the face she saw was her own. In the late hour, with no sleep, it would take her a bit to compartmentalize the trauma the night had brought up and reorganize her thoughts to see it as simply another well deserved kill under her obscured definition of justice.
Backdated ; Action ; CW: Violence | Blood | Murder
In Deerington, many of her kills had been due to necessity and self defense. She hadn’t shot any of the other sleepers. That night she’d stuck to her M.O. which was townsfolk, but this had been in cold blood. Naturally, she’d been concerned about the cats, but she’d been careful in her execution. With a little bit of research and Chloe’s help, she’d been able to track down the townsfolk that had hurt her and she’d sent them a message, with her gun.
Murder could be a bloody act depending on the method and she’d made her way home in the dark, still sporting the stains of her exploits. It was late when she finally entered her home and turned to B.O.B. who was behind her. “Why don’t you go shut off for a bit, I’m gonna shower and go to bed.”
The omnic placed his hand on her shoulder and she was warmed by the look she knew was filled with compassion. Patting him on the hand she nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning.” They bid each other goodnight and Ashe made her way towards the master suite that she now shared with Jesse.
Though the weight of the evening was heavy on her mind, seeing Jesse stretched out was a soothing image and all she wanted was to clean up her body and shake off the feelings that turned uncomfortably inside of her. Deerington made her less sure of so many things, and this was the first time she’d taken so much action in cold blood. Necessary maybe but not the enjoyable endeavour she often pretended it was.
She hoped Jesse wouldn’t wake and bring on questions she wasn’t sure she could answer. She even wonders if he’d be disappointed in her, or worse angry. With Reaper, she’d held back, but she couldn’t with the townsfolk, not this time. Turning the handle, she waits for the water to warm while leaning on the edge of the sink. Her eyes catch sight of her reflection and she cringes. Blood was streaked on her clothes, and spotted on her skin in a splashed pattern, evidence of the chaos of her attack. Ashe had years of blood on her hands and it hadn’t always been so easy to tolerate or move on from. She had gone into a world that was traumatizing in it’s kill or be killed mindset and it had been long enough since the last time she’d kill with such little mercy, that it filled her with a sense of fear, like a noose wrapping around her neck that would never let go.
She was so lost in trauma of her past that she didn’t even realize the sink had filled up and was threatening to overflow. All she could see was the reflection of a tired woman who didn’t know if she could be anything other than destructive. It was hard to even believe the face she saw was her own. In the late hour, with no sleep, it would take her a bit to compartmentalize the trauma the night had brought up and reorganize her thoughts to see it as simply another well deserved kill under her obscured definition of justice.