|
Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Oct 23, 2013 2:01:31 GMT -5
I NEED MORE. I think it is safe to say I am now hopelessly addicted to your legacy. Maybe even a little obsessed. But not in a creepy-stalker-murderer way.
...Hopefully.
|
|
|
Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 23, 2013 13:11:33 GMT -5
1.5. The Troublesome TrioAërope, it turned out, was a master at staying out of the drama of everyday life. She usually stayed by herself, singing to her doll. If she wasn't with her doll, she was excitedly giggling, pointing out all the things that interested and amazed her – which was pretty much everything. Her excitement knew no bounds, and I somehow feared that she would blindly follow her sisters over a cliff. There was no doubt that Pasiphaë was more of a drama queen than her. She was the one most likely to throw a tantrum, to play in places she shouldn't play, to wrap Carlo around her little finger and charm him into submission. Her eccentricity would later manifest in wonderful schemes and a wild imagination, but for now, she merely liked to make everyone do her bidding by blinking her big, blue eyes and twirl a lock of hot red hair. She was good at that, though. Ariadne remained mostly indoors. Sometimes, Carlo would come home and find the other girls in the garden, digging up his garden or splashing in a puddle, but never Ariadne. She didn't like the outdoors, no matter what we did about it, and she was beginning to develop a timidity. She preferred staying inside, building with her blocks or playing with her toys. With the troublesome trio on our hands, there was never a dull moment. To imagine that – that you could possibly long for a boring Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but read and complain that you were bored. But with three girls on my hands, that's exactly how I felt. I imagined how Didah would laugh at that. Our Sunday afternoons were always more boring than the other days of the week, and when I complained of boredom she would always say that one day, I would long for days like those. And right she was. Another thing I never expected was to find myself caring less what Carlo did at work. In the beginning I would wonder what he was doing now – who was he robbing? Causing pain? But with every pay check he brought home, our lives would become easier and a little bit of the guilt and worry would slide out of my mind. So long as I knew he wasn't causing any bodily harm, I let it slide and happily bought a new toy for the girls or a much needed upgrade for the kitchen. Raising triplets had a way of turning things on their head. In any case, I knew Carlo wasn't a bad guy. I didn't completely agree with his job, to me it was hardly a job, but to him it was nothing but business. Nothing but a way to feed his girls. When he came home and fell into the snow and flapped his arms and legs to make a snow angel – much to the girls' amusement – I forgot he was supposedly a hardened criminal. He did that to me. Made me laugh and forget that I was living in a shack with three troublesome toddlers and my criminal lover. It didn't matter anyway. Carlo and the girls did. It was only when they grew older, more independent, that I could finally start thinking about things other than them and their needs. And needless to say, their independence was a double blessing and a curse. Gone was wobbly toddler legs and baby talk, in with the dresses and bicycles and homework. Since their infancy, we'd had a habit of colour coding their wardrobe, and it lasted well into their childhood. Pasiphaë, who turned out to be a bit grumpy at times, always wore read and was elegant and still wrapped everyone around her little finger. Timid little Ariadne turned out as scaredy as ever, and wore yellow. Aërope turned out excitable on top of her being easily impressed with everything, and took to her blue wardrobe even more in her childhood. They were gorgeous little girls each in their own right, each seeming so comfortable in their roles and fitting right into their new room. Things were moving ahead, forward and ever forward, even if I didn't want it to. But time was merciless and I felt older every day. [Author's note: it really was troublesome raising triplets and they didn't even get to learn their toddler skills! But looking at them as children in their colour coded clothing, it's almost worth it! Almost. But aw, they are such cute children.]
|
|
|
Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Oct 24, 2013 5:07:39 GMT -5
Wonderful chapter. I really feel connected to the characters, you write them so well.
|
|
|
Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 24, 2013 6:44:07 GMT -5
I have no favorite from among the twins and love them all equally. Except for Pasiphae whom I like best, because she's my favorite and I love her more :=)
|
|
|
Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 24, 2013 9:59:53 GMT -5
Aaah, sorry I haven't replied to all your nice comments properly! I'm just ridiculously busy this week and have no time for the Sims except to quickly upload a chapter of this once a day. (*Cries*) Thanks y'all so much, though I do love Greek mythology - good thing, seeing as I study that kind of thing I'm so glad you all love the characters and everything and I'm actually kind of overwhelmed at your response so thanks a lot! You guys rock.
|
|
|
Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 24, 2013 14:36:13 GMT -5
1.6. Holiday Cheer
I was no longer young, I realised, and when my birthday came along again, I felt more like a proper adult. Carlo laughed at that. “You're not old,” he said and pointed to his own grey hair. “Look at this.” I silently disagreed. I was old, and it seemed right to mark it with a haircut. I felt needlessly dramatic about the difference, but I also felt mature. It felt right. It was right in time for snowflake day, the day when the triplets met their uncle for the first time. Camillo was our only guest, but with all the work we'd had to put into raising the triplets, socialising simply hadn't been possible. A brother was one person that wouldn't forget Carlo any time soon, though, and he braved snow and his own distaste for children to see us all on Snowflake Day. He did well, considering Carlo had told me that he'd had a dislike for children all his life. I didn't particularly like that about him, and the same distrust I'd experienced the first day we met, I felt in him that evening. He softened during the party, though, and relaxed enough to tell us that he'd made a career change. He'd quit cooking to be a painter, something he had always wanted to do but never really discussed with his brother. Carlo for some reason had fun with that, but then he was exceptionally good at having fun. Other than being a gift giving party, the evening was uneventful, calm and warm. We unwrapped the gifts – Pasiphaë being the most eager of all. Aërope, while less eager for presents, showed all of us her lively imagination when she presided over the royal court at the dinner table. Ariadne, ever shy and timid, sat still for the meal but giggled at her sister's shenanigans. It seemed like it was the first time since I brought home the troublesome trio that I could truly relax and just spend time with the girls. We stuffed ourselves with food and snacks, opened our gifts, and even had time to be outside. It was the strangest moment when I was outside with Pasiphaë and suddenly realised that she was almost grown up. We rolled the first part of the snowman over the lawn, and she suddenly stopped in the snow, looking at it with a wicked grin. “I want an army of snowmen,” she said. I stood up, rubbing my already-sore arms. “An army, what do you want with an army?” “Take over the world,” she replied, matter-of-factly. “I want to be president some day.” “How about you do your homework first and take over the world when you're grown up?” She thought about that for a moment. “Hmm, yes, that could work. But I'll start putting my plans into action now, you know. I need to be ready.” “Well... yes.” As she dashed off to get a carrot for the snowman's nose I stood laughing and thought that Lilah would probably have liked my aspiring president very much. As Snowflake Day drew to an end, we tucked all of the girls in. Carlo went through the painstaking process of finding each a bedtime story that suited her specific needs (and world domination plans), and I sat musing over my chessboard. Aërope, Pasiphaë and Ariadne were on my mind. As different as sun, moon, and stars, their paths were unfolding before them. And in those years, never before had the path ahead seemed more perfect.
|
|
|
Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 25, 2013 9:52:20 GMT -5
Pasiphae for global dictator. I can get behind that idea :=)
|
|
|
Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Oct 27, 2013 7:04:40 GMT -5
Pasiphae for global dictator. I can get behind that idea :=) Seconded. I can totally see it.
|
|
|
Post by NotJustaBook on Oct 27, 2013 13:20:55 GMT -5
1.7. As Time Goes By
Aërope was all her own – I didn't know where her imagination came from. I found her banging a pillow at thin air, and when I asked what was going on, she grinned at me and replied that Rags had started it. Who Rags was, I didn't know, but she spoke about him often. Even with my work, I had more time to get to know the girls now. They had time off from school because of the snow, and it led to snowball fights and happy days. Then of course, Aërope would take us all by surprise – she once zoomed off on her bicycle, crying in excitement that she'd seen a rock out on the little island and she was going to go get it. She came back drenched and sneezing, but could proudly produce the rock: a piece of silver. Hardly worth the illness that spread from her to the rest of the girls, but no matter how much Carlo and I reprimanded her, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Ariadne, as always, stayed indoors and became my chess partner, and quite a good one, too. Though I had the advantage of her in years, she sometimes beat me with her eccentric mind and childhood imagination. I had no favourites, as well a mother shouldn't, but Pasiphaë was a master at grabbing my attention. She'd come to me with her always blue eyes and beg, and I would respond as she wanted. That was her power. A power that her father, too, was powerless to resist. Whether she asked for bedtime stories or snowball fights or help with her homework. Home felt more like home than it ever had. Carlo steadily climbed the ladder in the crime syndicate, and at a certain point, I began bringing home a decent income myself. All this lead to a home that was finally properly furnished, and more like a home than ever: Time passed as time will, and all eras must come to an end. My girls grew weary of toys and presiding over court and bedtime stories. And so, it was time. We lined up the cakes and the girls blew out the candles – a new era was beginning and another was ending.
|
|
|
Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 27, 2013 14:51:29 GMT -5
Woot woot!! Teenage Pasiphae will most assuredly make prom queen her next step in dominate the world :=)
|
|
|
Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 27, 2013 19:13:53 GMT -5
Omg, Pippin. You are so easy to win over with redheads!
|
|
|
Post by PeregrineTook on Oct 27, 2013 19:45:45 GMT -5
Omg, Pippin. You are so easy to win over with redheads! Well, you at least have to admire my consistency :=)
|
|
|
Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Oct 28, 2013 3:47:47 GMT -5
Ah, I can't wait to see what they'll be like as teens!
|
|
|
Post by pervasivescariness on Oct 28, 2013 14:41:47 GMT -5
Ah, I can't wait to see what they'll be like as teens! Ooh, same, same! I absolutely love when sims age up from kids to teens because so many of the features that make them unique later in life really come out. It might just be me, but as kids they all seem to share the same type of face. But that aside, I'm loving this legacy! You've got such a wonderful writing style! It's like reading an old letter from a distant but beloved relative.
|
|
|
Post by KaseOfHearts on Oct 28, 2013 15:06:23 GMT -5
Ooh, same, same! I absolutely love when sims age up from kids to teens because so many of the features that make them unique later in life really come out. It might just be me, but as kids they all seem to share the same type of face. I've always said that the kids have the same stupid face, haha. I always get so excited for a teen birthday because they actually look like their own people then.
|
|