warning: language, gore
It was a rare occurance that someone would find the summerday in the city directly cold, but compared to Isla Paradiso it felt like going from boiling water to a glacier. Summerbreeze felt like icecicles and he was still partially waiting for his skin to burn as soon as he went outside the house. As long as he didn't slip up and forget sunscreen he'd be good.
For Ian the honeymoon had been a beautiful experience, even if his new wife could seem a bit insensitive at times. The poor thing couldn't help it though, she'd been through so much in her young life. He'd enjoyed their time together, and it had been a nice gesture of his father- in- law to pay for their honeymoon. Others might have gotten insultet, taken it as a sign that he wasn't capable of taking care of his wife himself. Ian didn't have that problem, he knew his father- in- law well enough to know that wasn't the case.
A couple of days before they left, she'd insisted on going for a walk on her own and he hadn't been difficult to persuade. This places sun was murder for his poor skin. He'd watched the rain start pouring down, trying to phone her just to find she'd left it at their room. Before he'd gotten worried enough to search for her, she'd showed up. Her clothes and hair soaked from the rain that had appeared as suddenly as it disappeared. She'd taken him completely by surprise when she'd straddled him. Her skin still damp from the rain, Skuld had tasted salty and had been all smiles and seduction. Ian loved seeing her that way; all free and careless.
Now that they were back home whatever had ridden her those days was gone. Skuld was back to her usual self, working at her alchemytable barely noticing anything around her, including him. If he tried touching her, she snared at him to get off her. Ian understood, he'd already made up his mind that he'd be there for her. No matter how snippy she could be at times. She wasn't like that constantly, and he would save her no matter how long it took. Because he loved her.
He'd taken up business by finding old things on the dump and fix it up, even if his lovely wife called it dumpster diving. And she was right, but how else would be able to find old things to fix? Sims didn't have the slightest idea to what they actually had in their homes. They took beautiful items and treasures and just threw it out like it was trash! Then went and bought some new factory- made, massproduced crap. Sims were strange in their quest to get the most modern and up to date furniture.
He was pretty sure he'd never get used to the smell, and most that went past him mistook him for beeing homeless and/or poor. If they had known what they were missing and how much they polluted as a result of their consumer- personalities, maybe more sims would have thought about this?
This dumpster didn't seem to contain any hidden treasure though. Ian irritatedly kicked it so the lid closed. It wasn't the most stable- income career.
Skuld hadn't been to happy about it and didn't understand why he couldn't get a real job. He never said the same to her, even if he technically could. Alchemy wasn't even a job even if the potions sold pretty well from what he understood. To think that so many sims thought a simple ointment or drink could make anything alright! He did his best not to judge. If the sim believed it helped it was probably all good. She'd lightened up a bit about it when he'd brought home insects, metals and gems for her. Turned out his career could help hers.
All in all their work didn't really matter. Skulds fund kept a relatively steady income, and they make an okay ammount of simoleons on their own. It didn't give them a high end life, but they were able to keep a rather good lifestyle without the big expenses. Atleast that's what Skuld said, he didn't have any control over their economy. She was better at it than him anyway, and he trusted her word, but she still complained about them not making enough. So it was a good thing that he was good at finding items on sale.
The large, old workstation her dad had once given her was still in good use. It was one of the things she didn't want new. She liked this old one, the way it scented the basement and how the worn down wood always felt so smooth to the touch. It wasn't on her mind right now; it was the quest for eternal life and youth. It didn't matter where she looked, or what she mixed she wasn't capable the potential theories behind it. Which should be what she would imagine a potion like that would consist of! She knew more than enough about the subject, so why couldn't she figure it out?
Beeing a genious, she wasn't used to not understanding. Things always came easily for her, it was simple. Then what was it that she didn't understand? Failing wasn't an option for someone as magnificent as her! She was better than this, better then anyone alive and she deserved the best of everything. Who else deserved to be young and beautiful whilst living an eternity if not her? Maybe she could talk to that bitchfairy again? Her mum was that overgrown mosquitos stepmum, so why not? What was the worst that could happen?
Finding bitchfairy was an easy task; now she just needed to keep her tongue in place and call her Merete instead. Skuld was a bit ashamed of beeing married to a supernatural, but it also made her a good sim and Ian should be thankful she even wanted him. Standing outside a supernaturals house was embarassing to. Usually Skuld wouldn't show herself to close to any of "those", but she could live with it when it was to her advantage. Ofcourse Merete would love to help her, who wouldn't want to do everything to make her life better?
Some old hag came limping down the hallway, leaning heavy on a cane; so Skuld put on her best pretend- friendly face. At first she thought it was bitchfairy, but the raisin lacked wings. No one liked the elderly did they? They reminded Skuld of what she wanted to avoid- to think this one had been young and pretty once. Well, atleast young.
The old troll seemed startled for a second, maybe she hadn't seen her throught the glass- but that didn't keep her from starting. Maybe if Skuld hadn't been so heavy in thought about Merete, she would've gotten who the old crust was pretty quickly.
May I help you young lady? It was something about the old troll that made it obvious she wasn't aware of where she was. Now that Skuld bothered looking she noticed the squinty eyes- Clearly the eyesight was far from good.
I'm sorry, Skuld smeared on the sweetest smile, voice and manners: I was looking for Merete. I was under the impression she lived here. Then she had to repeat it again with a louder voice, as the old lady had problems hearing to.
Finally she smiled: Merete's on the phone. Would you like to come inside and wait? Clearly the old troll didn't think about the fact she might have let someone dangeroud into her home. Not that Skuld was dangerous in any way, she just removed sims that didn't serve a purpose. That was different.
I'd love to, Skuld said with her kindest voice: Thank you so much!
She could actually hear bitchfairy walking and talking in another room. Why did it seem so silly that a supernatural used a cellphone? What was so special about the anyway? They couldn't even communicate with eachother without a simple phone? It didn't matter what they called themselves, they were still cattle.
The troll was still looking at her, smiling, before finally saying: You're a very pretty young lady. Ofcourse she was, what a stupid thing to say. But she managed to force out a smile and gracefully, seemingly shy said: Thank you.... As long as the troll didn't offer ancient cookies or sticky old- sims candy.
I used to be pretty in my youth to, the old troll said. Skuld doubted it, but still answered: You still are... making the old lady smile. She was a master at sucking up when she wanted to. It was a good idea to charm her, incase the bitchfairy got a big difficult. Not that she had any reason to. After all, who would wish to not make her happy?
You look awefully familar though, she said out of the blue: What's your dads name? What was this about? Skuld was getting a bit irritated; please don't tell me that dad has humped this one to. Dad was so gross. She even started to wish Merete would be done on the phone soon, to save her from this old crust.
With all the talking granny did, Skuld hadn't noticed the woman on the porch. As she entered she said: Now mum, let's not bother the guest all that much. I'm sorry, she talked to Skuld now: Mum's a bit forgetful at times. Aren't you mum? Is there anything I can help you with?
This was not like her, first she didn't know Merete lived with an old lady; then there was another woman present to? She really should have looked deeper into the adresse before visiting: I was looking for Merete.
Mum, why don't you go and tell Merete that someone is waiting for her? The troll smiled and nodded finally leaving to tell bitchfairy. It was tough work pretending to be friendly.
When the old lady first went, it didn't take long before Merete entered the room. She was far from as tall as Skuld remembered, but that supergirly cutesy voice was still annoying. The difference was that she no longer looked the part as age also had started taking a hold of the supernatural.
Leah, take your mum out and grab something to eat. Me and this one have to speak a bit privately. Despite that voice she had a lot of authority going, even if Skuld couldn't remember that either. She mainly remembered the tale she'd told and ofcourse her first time seeing a sim dying. It was one of her best memories. Bitchfairy waited until they'd left the house before she kept talking.
Eying her up and down for a while, Merete finally talked: If it isn't the little blondie that caused my father to die.. What could you possibly want with me? Clearly not one for pleasantries, but Skuld couldn't have cared less if the fairy liked her or not. That didn't mean she wasn't aware that it was easier catching flies with honey, and since this one had wings, Skuld did her very best beeing nice: It's nice seeing you again Merete. You know, my husband and I are trying to start a family. I just couldn't stop thinking about my own and the mother I've never met.... Taking a look around the room, Skuld wondered if Merete was really a granny in disguise because this room looked like it'd been designed by someone ancient.
The old troll that had been in there made the place stink of old sims to, like moths and dust. Old sims were so gross. Merete didn't seem impressed with her smooth talking skills, but Skuld was sure she'd be persuaded eventually: Then I realized that you are the closest thing I have to her! She tried her best looking sad: I just wish to have some contact with you, and her. I'd love to get to know you better and....
Cut the crap, that sweet voice promised flowers and sunshine no matter how hard she tried sounding like an authority: You just met your mother and halfsister and barely even looked at them. And you and your mother look quite alike, despite her beeing old and grey.
That ugly old troll had been her mother?! They didn't look anything like eachother, no matter what that bloody fairy said! She was beautiful and the granny was hideous! It was a lot worse having Merete seeing straight through her though, but wasn't one of Skulds many talents making sims doubt themselves? Who was better than her making sims feel low and wanting to make her happy: That was... that was... She looked shock and ready to cry: But.. I wished I... could you phone them and make them come back? Maybe we could...
Do you really believe that'll work? It wasn't easy tricking a trickster and Skuld really needed bitchfairy on her side.
So instead she did what her type usually does when getting busted; got angry and accusive: I wouldn't have tried to trick you, if you hadn't...
Didn't I just tell you to knock it off? Merete hadn't gotten any less cute, and clearly wasn't as dumb as she should have been: I'm a fairy. You can't pull that shit on me and expect it to work. Then she pulled a smug, victorious grin, irritating the heck out of Skuld. She hated fairies: Now spit it out, or I'll send you out of her puking gold to match your golden locks. Did she just make a terrible wordplay? That was so annoying! This woman was even more irritating than Ian!
Skuld didn't have a habit of responding to threats, but anything to avoid more wordplay: You told me it was possible to live forever and you'll tell me how. Cutting to the core didn't help either as that giant mosquito actually laughed at her: Why would I tell you?
What was the point of responding with a question, she was supposed to "yes": Because I can make it happen! Who could do that if not her? She didn't want to end up like a stinking granny: After you told me, I can't stop thinking about it. I'm a great alchemist, probably the best that has ever been. If anyone can do it, it's me.
What are you waiting for then? Merete laughed at her again, she hated beeing laughed at.
If I could, I'd done it by now. Acid dripping from Skulds lips, she hated that fairy: But I can't do it on my own. Whatever the secret is, it defies common logics. I haven't missed anything but none of my attempts have worked. You're a supernatural, you've got to know something!
Merete kept laughing, making Skuld angrier by the second, but she was willing to humiliate herself to make this happen. And if she had eternal life, it meant she'd have an eternity giving this winged bitch a lot of pain: Just tell me what I need to know, and I'll share it with you.
That made that sweet giggle stop dead.
No you won't, Merete said: You'd never share anything like that with anyone. Besides.. for once she decided to share the truth. Even with what little she knew, she'd gotten it was a dangerous path to walk. Maybe she could get revenge for her father that way: ..a potion isn't enough. Not for an ordinary sim.
I'm not ordinary, Skuld spit out, completely forgetting about catching flies with honey. Right now she wanted to strangle them with her bare hands.
You sure aren't, bitchfairy smiled acidly: but in this case you are. There's no way in any bloody abyss you'll be able to do anything like that without the help of a real supernatural. One who already knows the secret. And there aren't any. She finished the sentence with a smile.
There was no doubt Merete wanted one for herself, but strangely enough Skuld trusted the fairy was telling the truth. Or else she'd rub her nose in it.
Skuld was to depressed to go back home after the meeting with Merete. Instead she headed to the park. The idea had been to catch some bugs, but even that couldn't salvage her mood. Not that she'd given up in any way, but how on simplanet was she going to find a supernatural that knew how to do that? Especially if Merete claimed there weren't any. Hopefully it meant no- one bitchfairy knew of. She'd delved deep into the library at university and found nothing. The cities libraries and antique vaults were equally useless, same as the alchemyshop and the new clerk. And now even the same supernatural that told her, claimed it couldn't happen.
Despite all, the worst thing was that her own intellect and sense of logics had failed. That stung. Not even the humiliation of asking for help mattered in comparison. How could she fail? She never failed, she was perfect! Skuld was the emmbodiment of perfection, and she'd failed.
For now she just wanted to get in a better mood. Skuld bet none
of the cattle ever had problems like this. Their problems were lesser
than hers, just like the so- called life they lived. They weren't
valuable, like her. She could kill them and raise them back from the
dead with her potions, no one else could do that. Not that she'd ever
bothered giving anyone their life back, why would she want to do that?
She could turn sims into supernaturals, make them loose weight with a
simple ointment. It would have made her rich, but she didn't want fat
sims the gift of getting thin! Or to make it easier for thin sims to
stay that way!
She was really the closest thing to a living god that had ever walked the face of simplanet. Though now that she'd talked to bitchfairy, Skuld found herself wondering if it was possible to strip the supernaturals of their powers completely, or atleast to block them from using them someway. She had to check that later on. Skuld really wanted to imrpove her mood a bit, to be happy like that useless woman crossing that park. Just look at her, completely unaware of her important problems. Other sims just didn't feel things like she did. They were lesser than her; that woman was lesser than her. Bet she'd never had real problems. What a useless form of life.
She just wanted to see what ordinary, unimportant sims did on their sparetime. That's why she walked after her at a distance. It wasn't like she had any off plans, it was all about seeing what cattle did. It had to be simple, beeing one of them. Didn't she have the car parked around the area? Not that it meant anything ofcourse, just a thought that went through her head.
Why would someone walk into a dark alleyway in this city, Skuld wondered as she followed the woman. Didn't she know these places were dangerous? Why would a single woman walk around in the dark and not expect something to happen? And why did she walk faster? She couldn't help feeling a thrilling senstion as the woman quickened her pace as she got closer. This was kind of fun. Why were cattle so easily terrified? Didn't she hear her clacking heels? It should be obvious that she was a woman, and everyone knew women were harmless.
As the woman started looking around herself, staring into the shadows Skuld started having trouble staying serious. Finally the woman talked with a voice reeking of terror and uncertainty: Who... who is it?
Skuld liked laughing at scared sims, but it was one thing she liked even better: Hi. She sounded as kind as possible, making her voice way lighter than it usually was. No one saw them after all, and there weren't any cameras either. But in case someone overheard them: I'm Diana... Diana Summerset.
Visibly realxing, the woman smiled back in the dim light and came closer: Wow, you startled me, she laughed, still a bit full of sinking adrenaline.
I'm Khalia, her smile relaxed this time and she was short. A lot shorter than Skuld was. Almost the height difference of a man and woman.
Khalia, Skuld repeated: That's an interesting name! Skuld said even if she didn't think so. Every name other than hers was terrible.
My parents were originals, she laughed politely: Do you want to walk with me? Khalia sounded almost appologetic.
Sure. Are you going far? Who knew? Maybe the woman had someone waiting for her, or meeting her halfway?
Yeah, she answered actually looking a bit perplexed: I live on the other side of town, so I took a shortcut to the subway. She pulled a face at the thought.
I'm going to the other side of town to, Skuld said: and my car's nearby. I can give you a lift. Atleast you won't get groped by strangers in my car. It was a tempting offer, it had to be. It was a lot better than feeling strange mens hands between the legs or on the breasts.
Really? That would be great! Thank you! Seemed like Khalia didn't like getting groped either.
No problem, Skuld smiled; We girls have to look after eachother; keep eachother safe. Right? Skuld had parked in a secluded spot, she always did. She just happened to have lots of valuable stuff in it; like knives, some potions, shower- in- a -can... just in case of emergency ofcourse.
Khalia couldn't have agreed more.
Look at that, female sims didn't look that different from males on the inside. Other than the female reproductive system ofcourse, but it didn't interest her that much. She acted completely different to; this one hadn't begged or even cried- she was just paralyzed and let it happen. To bad, Skuld liked it when they begged. But women tended to be braver then men.
She'd taken the leatherstrap the woman had around the neck; it would be a shame letting it go to waste. It wasn't like Khalia needed it anymore now. Not that Skuld was going to wear it, but maybe she could use it for something someday maybe?
She had to head home now, Ian probably wondered where she was.
It was getting late and Ian had stayed up worrying about Skuld until he'd heard her taking a shower. She must have returned either when he was upstairs or in the kitchen. She probably didn't want to disturb him incase he'd be sleeping. Which would've been the normal thing to do at this hour. It was so cinsiderate of her, but he liked talking to her. So he sat quietly in the sofa waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.
She looked a bit startled when she saw him, as she finally finished washing up. But it quickly dissapeared as soon as he started talking: Hi. Where have you been all these hours?
Cracking into a smile, she answered: I looked for components, and completely lost track of time. I'm sorry... It was nice seeing how happy she was. She was so beautiful when she smiled.
Ian just couldn't be mad at her for forgetting to call him: It's okay my love, I'm just happy you love your job so much. But you need to be careful so you don't overwork yourself.
What was up with the look she kept giving him? She walked towards him, looking all sweet and giggly: What? He smiled at her: Do I look funny? Well, he kind of did actually, but that didn't seem to be the case. Biting her lips, whilst still smiling Skuld was beeing unusually cute as she slid up to him.
He chose not to worry to much about it. He liked it when she was all smiles and without worries.
I know you're here
Why do you keep hiding? I can help you with what you seek. I was eternal, before my death by others hands. I know the secret to eternal life. We can help eachother. If you give me what I want, I can help you with what you're searching for.
This is a good deal for you.
What do you need?
It's simple, but a bit messy and timeconsuming. Only someone clever and patient will be capable of doing this.
I can handle it.
I don't doubt it. What you need to do, is harvesting the essence of two sims; a male and a female. Then one supernatural each.
How am I supposed to do that?
You kill them. Then you capture the essence in a bottle. I assume you know how to do that?
Ofcourse I do.
Good. Then you need to harvest the essence of the two sims; then a supernatural each. Fairy, werewolf, witch, genie, vampire and ghost.
What about meresims and plantsims?
Mere and plantsims? They aren't considered real supernaturals. They are more.... freaks of nature. I don't need them.
And how am I supposed to kill a ghost to harvest it's essence? They are already dead.
You aren't capable of figuring it out on your own? Maybe I should take my offer elsewhere...
No need to, I can do it.
Good, do we have a deal then?
We have a deal.
Skuld was getting used to have recurring dreams. It was probably her subconcious mind trying to tell her how to find eternal life. And as much she usually didn't admit to this type of hokus pokus, it had happened before whenever she'd be gritting her teeth about something. It made theoretical sense, didn't it? One of each supernatural sim, to gain something that only they were supposed to have? But what would be the point of two common sims? On the other hand, why did she care? She'd figure it out as she went along. And if it was just a dream, what was the problem? It wasn't like sims actually mattered other than for her personal use.
And kill a fairy? She knew just the one to start with. Come to think about it, she knew just the supernaturals and sims to get rid of.
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pose: annely-sims, simsimi, siciliaforever, traelia, ag,
So, "harvesting essence into a bottle" is just something I made up to make it some more exciting, and because alchemy uses bottles. It kind of beats finding a bunch of crap in game. It'll be explained in another chapter. And as it comes to illogical uses and absurdities, just pretend you don't notice.
Thanks for reading
søndag 3. januar 2016
lørdag 26. desember 2015
3.1: Let out the beast
The early suns rays couldn't deny the fact it would be a hot day. It didn't put a damper on the mood, as the small wedding party finally got seated for the formal ceremony. They had agreed to have it in garden of the brides father, not for the price but because it was beautiful, large and had a lovely view of the city. The pool wasn't a bad deal either.
It turned out to be a waste of time as Skuld easily outshone anything man could make. She was a gorgeous bride, as to be expected and Ian was a handsome enough groom. Looking as his soon to be wife gliding towards him, he felt like passing out for a second not noiticing that stupid grin he got. Ian didn't even think about the sunburn he'd most definitly get, since sun and redhead- skin usually weren't the best of friends.
He'd fallen in love with her the first time he laid eyes on her. A cliche, yes, but so true. He'd been so deeply in love that only a teenager can be, and he swore it got stronger. Sure he'd had to wait a bit for her to grow up before they could get married. And to.... well other marital stuff. Not that it was illegal beeing intimate with older teenagers, and it wasn't like he'd been an old creep. Ian had always been sure he wanted to marry her, to have children with her. But... a quick look at his soon to be father- in- law was enough to make him sweat. His dad had been partners with her dad before he went missing. And if you wanted to live, you didn't look at his daughter the wrong way. Atleast Marco was an honest man, but if he ever had a daughter he wouldn't have that type of attitude towards her. It was quite sexist.
Now it was just to wait for the wedding night, before they consumated the marriage. He'd been a bit surprised at her beeing so oldfashioned that way, but who was he to discusse that matter? It was her body, so she decided. That and... another look at his soon to be father- in- law made him swallow hard. Marco had always treated him well, especially after dad went missing, but one of those heavy arms around his shoulder and a short: You'll treat my daughter well won't you Ian? was enough for him to agree to anything. It held a very quiet, and very serious "or else you'll regret it" there. And there was no doubt that it wasn't an empty threat from the large blonds side.
Sure, she could seem a bit cold and distant at times, but he knew there was warmth inside her heart. She'd had a tough upbringing, never known her own mother, her father had gone missing when she was a child. And ofcourse those terrible killings at her home. His own dad had disappeared that night to, but no one knew what had happened to him. He'd been seen following one of the suspects, then no one had seen him or the suspect again. It wasn't like he could have drowned, but if he wasn't dead his dad would never leave him right? Ian wished he knew what had happened to him, but loving his bride to be the best she could be, was the only thing that mattered to him now. It would have been just what his father had wanted, he'd been quite the romantic.
Naturally Skuld was going to be a bit troubled, and he had always wanted to be the one saving her. He knew he could do it! He would learn her to trust in sims again, because that was probably it; trustissues. And they had that in common to didn't they? Both had a missing parent. He understood her like no one else could, and they would be so good for eachother.
The only thing he knew was that he felt like the happiest man in the world. And he would make her the happiest woman alive.
I'm sorry my love, did it hurt? Ian stroked her hair several times. Ofcourse it hadn't hurt, he'd treated her like he was worried she'd break. How dumb was that guy anyway? Skuld couldn't believe sims actually did these thing voluntairly. What a waste of her valuable time. She could have done something important right now. Like making a potion that made her forever young and beautiful for instance. But instead she laid in Ians arms, whilst he kept stroking her hair, over and over. Lying on his arm made her neck hurt to. He was such an idiot.
But that was the price a woman has to pay for marriage. Ofcouse Ian didn't shut up either: I'm so glad we waited, it was absolutely perfect. How was that perfect? He was such an idiot. She'd been able to get away from him for a few days after the wedding, but for some reason they had to go on a honeymoon. All payed for by her dad ofcourse, nothing was to good for his little doll. Couldn't he atleast have given her a bigger inheritance? But no, he claimed it was better having the simoleons in a fund, that she'd get access to when she retired. So no simoleons for her before then.
What an idiot... Thinking about idiots: Is everything alright my little dove? Did he just compare her with those rats with wings?
I'm fine honey, she said with the sweetest voice possible, enjoying seeing the stupid grin he got on his face: But it kind of hurt. Looking down she did her best to seem like she didn't want to say the rest. Until, ofcourse, her husband did exactely what she expected and went: What is it my love? You can tell me anything.
The perfect start: I just wished you were a bit more careful. She could actually see insecurity strike him.
I mean, she said trying to sound like she excused the previous words. But the damage was already done, that was why she'd said it after all: I kind of thought you'd would be a bit more gentle. That look on his face was priceless as he answered, his voice stuttering: I'm sorry, I thought I was careful. Guess I could have been more romantic.... His voice faded away as she saw the hurt in his eyes getting stronger. Not because of her, but because he thought he'd harmed her. She laughed internally, he was such an idiot.
Looking out the window from the expensive hotel room Skuld felt like choking; Ian that was. He was such an idiot. Hearing the shower splashing against the tiled floor, she wondered if she could drown him in the toilet. It might be a bit suspicious though, and with her luck he could probably breathe under water. He was a meresim after all.
Sighing heavily she looked at the sims outside, licking the suns rays hoping to get a tan. Holding hands, smiling and beeing in love whilst walking the short distance to the nearby downtown.
Cattle, it wasn't the first time that thought came to her. But sims were cattle, working their useless jobs, earning simoleons so they could buy expensive stuff their neighbours could envy. And for what? So they could earn more simoleons, and buy more expensive stuff and so on. All the time whilst life ran away from them.
She didn't have that problem herself ofcourse. With her astonishing intelligence and alchemical skills, the fountain of youth was at her fingertips. It had to be, she didn't want to grow old and wither away. She didn't consider making simoleons or sharing, she wanted to be the only one with such a well earned gift. Others simply weren't worthy.
The sound of the shower stopping made was irritating, it meant he'd be out soon. As long as he didn't want more sex; or "making love" as he called it. Why did he even call it that? Love was just a chemical reaction in the brain, and animals made babies in the same way! Did he think dogs made love to then? He had closed the door to the shower properly, Ian was a bit shy at the way he looked and with good right. That man was far from good enough for someone like her, and he should be thankful she even agreed to marriage. The guy had scaly legs after all, it was creepy. And he couldn't even stay out in the sun for to long, as he dried up! Then he smelled like a sushibar gone bad.
He wasn't even wealthy like she was. Skuld deserved the best of everything ofcourse, and she liked simoleons. But flashing that wealth wasn't a smart thing to do, that made sims think she should buy stuff for them. Which they didn't deserve, besides seeming to be ordinary struggling sims gave a lot more sympathy from others. And it was so much easier getting them to do what she wanted. And there was that little problem with most of her assets beeing held up in funds she couldn't touch.
Ians hands were around her from the back as she stood there thinking, annoying her to no end. Stopping her great ideas from forming. Letting her hands slide over his arms, she almost thought they were quite nice.The palm of his hands were hard and weathered from work, felt like needles beeing dragged over her perfect skin. Good thing she'd worn the complimentary robe.
Of all the things a man can work with, he recycled old and used furniture and other crap, the man was part fish and liked working with trees? He actually dug through trash and fixed up the garbage he found. What kind of a job was that? Fine, some of the items were actually quite valuable and he found lots of stuff she could use for her potions, but still...Ah well, atleast female sims got all gooey eyed when she mentioned it. Not that she got what it was with a man that worked with his hands, mainly fixing garbage. Or was part fish.
Turning around to face her fresh husband, Skuld gave him a sweet smile. The sight of his face lightening up gave her an euphoric sensation, she liked when sims made her feel good, and why wouldn't they want to make her feel great about herself?
Did you enjoy your shower? She new her deep voice drove him crazy in the supposedly good way.
Yes honey, did you enjoy the view? That stupid grin again. But atleast women envied her him, for some reason.
Stroking her hands slowly over his body, she enjoyed seeing the power she had over him. She gave a couple of extra strokes, giggling kindly and went: Oh I love how soft and tubby your tummy is!! That insecure face he pulled was priceless so she went: Is something wrong? Aren't you happy?
Ofcourse I'm happy. He looked at his wife, she didn't mean anything by it. He was the one beeing overly sensitive. That face and those honest eyes didn't mean it that way.
Why did it have to be this sunny? She didn't even like sun, she liked storms and rain, cold snow whipping her skin and getting stuck in her lashes. Why sun and even more sun? Why did everyone always want to go on vacation to sunny places? Cattle. The only one that was different was her, sims were just so simple and useless. Just look at them!
Ofcourse she'd dress properly like a tourist, she was to good looking not to. And it entertained her when the men stared, and their girlfriends gave angry glares. She was better then them, and they all knew it. Ofcourse the guys would wish their respective other was as good as her. Skuld tried not to smile, maybe sun wasn't that bad after all.
Even better was that she'd gotten rid of Ian, he'd fallen asleep after even more sex. Didn't that guy ever get enough of that? How many times would she have to endure that insanely boring thing before getting out of it? She'd find a way though, she always did. But most likely she would have to be a bit patient.
There weren't a lot of things to do in this way to sunny place. A few shops that were closed for three hours in the middle of the day. A tiny little museum, that was incredibly boring even for beeing a museum. It mainly consisted of old garbage they'd picked up from the bottom of the sea. The locals were even more dull then that sorry excuse for a park. And even if she liked beeing looked at, there was a limit to how many stares even she could take.
Skuld ended up on another boring beach, it looked like all the other beaches that was present. There was sand everywhere, and water. Water and sand, sand and water. Well, there were other things at this beach to, like tons of vegetation and a lavatory, but the sand was definitly the big thing. She wanted to go back home and continue her research. The sooner she could find a way to become forever young, the better. She'd looked for some clue throughout her youth, but still hadn't found any.
Watching the sky slowly changing colour, the endless sun and heat finally started dampening a bit to her great happiness. Counting the days until she could go home; still two days; Skuld ended up staring over the water as the last couple finally left. Clearly having her around wasn't according to their plan. Fine with her, less sims less irritation for her.
Sand between toes was another highly overrated joy cattle felt, and Skuld was mildly annoyed by it crawling into her sandals. How could anyone in their right mind enjoy this? How come everyone was so useless, and unintelligent.
Simoleons! I want simoleons now! Skuld slowly turned around to face the ragged, shaky voice. A filthy guy who clearly needed a wash and a trip to some rehabsentre, was pointing a small knife at her. Really? Was she supposed to be intimidated by this excuse of a lifeform? She couldn't stand sims that weren't perfect. He was probably a druggie, she really couldn't stand druggies either. It was probably one of those really cheap drugs to, or else he'd wash himself. Maybe it was that type that made sims eat eachothers faces. It would've been quite funny if someone ate this guys face.
And where do you think I have all those simoleons? She said sarcastically, he wasn't high now atleast, probably needed something to buy more. The idiot... Kind of a shame really. She liked destroying pretty things. To bad he wasn't pretty. He wasn't all that bad either though, pretty enough maybe? Could do in a pinch?
In your purse.... Really? He wanted to be a robber with that insecurity?
And where is this purse, genious? She didn't have a purse with her.
He stood staring at her a long time, the jaw hanging on his chest before finally: Give me a blowjob, or I'll kill you! I swear I will!!
Really? Like she was ever going to do that. Holding a small smile back she did her best sounding scared: Oh no, please mister. I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt me.
The guy looked surprised, not expecting it to work. But he was capable of taking her behind the gross lavatory. What an idiot...
Skuld stuck her head out from the side of the shack, checking if someone were present. The coast seemed to be clear. The beaches heavy shrubbery covered her from pretty much every angle there was. Well, her and what was left of the wannabe criminal. He really shouldn't have brought his own knife, but it had made it a lot easier for her. He had to have been sick in some way, as he hadn't looked quite like he should on the inside. The colouring was a bit off, and there was some bloating.
Grabbing the deads ankles she pulled it out to the sea, letting him float there. Someone might eventually find him, but she'd be long gone by then. Standing to her hips in the water, Skuld felt the sky opening finally letting out some long wanted rain. It would wash away a lot of things, making it harder for the police to find signs of what had happened. And if they did, so what? What were they going to compare it to? What were even the odds that someone discovered that secluded spot, and found anything after the rain ended?
Even to the end, he'd actually thought she'd give a blowjob. If you were going to be a sexual predator, atleast he could've tried beeing a bit dangerous. When she'd wrestled him to the ground, he'd been surprised and hadn't even tried fighting back. Then she'd taken the knife from him and he'd cried just like a beated puppy when she'd started cutting him; begging for mercy.
What an amazing rush it had been seeing someones life disappear. Not to mention messy. And she was practically naked so bloodsplatter wasn't a problem. It was good beeing a genious. No one would miss him, no one would give him an honorable funeral. Which meant that no one would look into it. She'd let the knife stay with him, and there were sharks in the waters; sim- eating sharks. If he ever popped back up, there'd be practically nothing left of the corpse.
She even remembered taking her sunglasses with he.
Why do you insist on hiding? We can help eachother you know? I have something you want, you have something I want....
She just hoped it wasn't going to turn around, then it'd see her.
What the fuck was this shit?! Here she'd been having a perfectly great day, and now this crap? Wasn't she even going to get a good nights sleep after that amazing day, without dreaming about filthy sims that needed a bath? It was probably Ians snoring that made it happen, he was such an idiot! Why had she thought it was a good idea marrying him again?
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poses: sea, extraordinaire, buhudain, eunsims,ag, sicialiaforever
So, generation three finally! Yay! And for the record, I'm aware that people with drugproblems, alcoholics etc doesn't look like that male sim. I did it that way because I wanted a contrast to Skulds well- groomed look.
And I wasn't sure how to add Ians dumpster- diver careere as accepted by Skuld, but when I realized what they actually find in those dumpsters, it was pretty easy.
Thanks for reading
It turned out to be a waste of time as Skuld easily outshone anything man could make. She was a gorgeous bride, as to be expected and Ian was a handsome enough groom. Looking as his soon to be wife gliding towards him, he felt like passing out for a second not noiticing that stupid grin he got. Ian didn't even think about the sunburn he'd most definitly get, since sun and redhead- skin usually weren't the best of friends.
I'm sorry my love, did it hurt? Ian stroked her hair several times. Ofcourse it hadn't hurt, he'd treated her like he was worried she'd break. How dumb was that guy anyway? Skuld couldn't believe sims actually did these thing voluntairly. What a waste of her valuable time. She could have done something important right now. Like making a potion that made her forever young and beautiful for instance. But instead she laid in Ians arms, whilst he kept stroking her hair, over and over. Lying on his arm made her neck hurt to. He was such an idiot.
But that was the price a woman has to pay for marriage. Ofcouse Ian didn't shut up either: I'm so glad we waited, it was absolutely perfect. How was that perfect? He was such an idiot. She'd been able to get away from him for a few days after the wedding, but for some reason they had to go on a honeymoon. All payed for by her dad ofcourse, nothing was to good for his little doll. Couldn't he atleast have given her a bigger inheritance? But no, he claimed it was better having the simoleons in a fund, that she'd get access to when she retired. So no simoleons for her before then.
What an idiot... Thinking about idiots: Is everything alright my little dove? Did he just compare her with those rats with wings?
I'm fine honey, she said with the sweetest voice possible, enjoying seeing the stupid grin he got on his face: But it kind of hurt. Looking down she did her best to seem like she didn't want to say the rest. Until, ofcourse, her husband did exactely what she expected and went: What is it my love? You can tell me anything.
The perfect start: I just wished you were a bit more careful. She could actually see insecurity strike him.
I mean, she said trying to sound like she excused the previous words. But the damage was already done, that was why she'd said it after all: I kind of thought you'd would be a bit more gentle. That look on his face was priceless as he answered, his voice stuttering: I'm sorry, I thought I was careful. Guess I could have been more romantic.... His voice faded away as she saw the hurt in his eyes getting stronger. Not because of her, but because he thought he'd harmed her. She laughed internally, he was such an idiot.
Looking out the window from the expensive hotel room Skuld felt like choking; Ian that was. He was such an idiot. Hearing the shower splashing against the tiled floor, she wondered if she could drown him in the toilet. It might be a bit suspicious though, and with her luck he could probably breathe under water. He was a meresim after all.
Sighing heavily she looked at the sims outside, licking the suns rays hoping to get a tan. Holding hands, smiling and beeing in love whilst walking the short distance to the nearby downtown.
Cattle, it wasn't the first time that thought came to her. But sims were cattle, working their useless jobs, earning simoleons so they could buy expensive stuff their neighbours could envy. And for what? So they could earn more simoleons, and buy more expensive stuff and so on. All the time whilst life ran away from them.
She didn't have that problem herself ofcourse. With her astonishing intelligence and alchemical skills, the fountain of youth was at her fingertips. It had to be, she didn't want to grow old and wither away. She didn't consider making simoleons or sharing, she wanted to be the only one with such a well earned gift. Others simply weren't worthy.
The sound of the shower stopping made was irritating, it meant he'd be out soon. As long as he didn't want more sex; or "making love" as he called it. Why did he even call it that? Love was just a chemical reaction in the brain, and animals made babies in the same way! Did he think dogs made love to then? He had closed the door to the shower properly, Ian was a bit shy at the way he looked and with good right. That man was far from good enough for someone like her, and he should be thankful she even agreed to marriage. The guy had scaly legs after all, it was creepy. And he couldn't even stay out in the sun for to long, as he dried up! Then he smelled like a sushibar gone bad.
He wasn't even wealthy like she was. Skuld deserved the best of everything ofcourse, and she liked simoleons. But flashing that wealth wasn't a smart thing to do, that made sims think she should buy stuff for them. Which they didn't deserve, besides seeming to be ordinary struggling sims gave a lot more sympathy from others. And it was so much easier getting them to do what she wanted. And there was that little problem with most of her assets beeing held up in funds she couldn't touch.
Ians hands were around her from the back as she stood there thinking, annoying her to no end. Stopping her great ideas from forming. Letting her hands slide over his arms, she almost thought they were quite nice.The palm of his hands were hard and weathered from work, felt like needles beeing dragged over her perfect skin. Good thing she'd worn the complimentary robe.
Of all the things a man can work with, he recycled old and used furniture and other crap, the man was part fish and liked working with trees? He actually dug through trash and fixed up the garbage he found. What kind of a job was that? Fine, some of the items were actually quite valuable and he found lots of stuff she could use for her potions, but still...Ah well, atleast female sims got all gooey eyed when she mentioned it. Not that she got what it was with a man that worked with his hands, mainly fixing garbage. Or was part fish.
Turning around to face her fresh husband, Skuld gave him a sweet smile. The sight of his face lightening up gave her an euphoric sensation, she liked when sims made her feel good, and why wouldn't they want to make her feel great about herself?
Did you enjoy your shower? She new her deep voice drove him crazy in the supposedly good way.
Yes honey, did you enjoy the view? That stupid grin again. But atleast women envied her him, for some reason.
Stroking her hands slowly over his body, she enjoyed seeing the power she had over him. She gave a couple of extra strokes, giggling kindly and went: Oh I love how soft and tubby your tummy is!! That insecure face he pulled was priceless so she went: Is something wrong? Aren't you happy?
Ofcourse I'm happy. He looked at his wife, she didn't mean anything by it. He was the one beeing overly sensitive. That face and those honest eyes didn't mean it that way.
Why did it have to be this sunny? She didn't even like sun, she liked storms and rain, cold snow whipping her skin and getting stuck in her lashes. Why sun and even more sun? Why did everyone always want to go on vacation to sunny places? Cattle. The only one that was different was her, sims were just so simple and useless. Just look at them!
Ofcourse she'd dress properly like a tourist, she was to good looking not to. And it entertained her when the men stared, and their girlfriends gave angry glares. She was better then them, and they all knew it. Ofcourse the guys would wish their respective other was as good as her. Skuld tried not to smile, maybe sun wasn't that bad after all.
Even better was that she'd gotten rid of Ian, he'd fallen asleep after even more sex. Didn't that guy ever get enough of that? How many times would she have to endure that insanely boring thing before getting out of it? She'd find a way though, she always did. But most likely she would have to be a bit patient.
There weren't a lot of things to do in this way to sunny place. A few shops that were closed for three hours in the middle of the day. A tiny little museum, that was incredibly boring even for beeing a museum. It mainly consisted of old garbage they'd picked up from the bottom of the sea. The locals were even more dull then that sorry excuse for a park. And even if she liked beeing looked at, there was a limit to how many stares even she could take.
Skuld ended up on another boring beach, it looked like all the other beaches that was present. There was sand everywhere, and water. Water and sand, sand and water. Well, there were other things at this beach to, like tons of vegetation and a lavatory, but the sand was definitly the big thing. She wanted to go back home and continue her research. The sooner she could find a way to become forever young, the better. She'd looked for some clue throughout her youth, but still hadn't found any.
Watching the sky slowly changing colour, the endless sun and heat finally started dampening a bit to her great happiness. Counting the days until she could go home; still two days; Skuld ended up staring over the water as the last couple finally left. Clearly having her around wasn't according to their plan. Fine with her, less sims less irritation for her.
Sand between toes was another highly overrated joy cattle felt, and Skuld was mildly annoyed by it crawling into her sandals. How could anyone in their right mind enjoy this? How come everyone was so useless, and unintelligent.
Simoleons! I want simoleons now! Skuld slowly turned around to face the ragged, shaky voice. A filthy guy who clearly needed a wash and a trip to some rehabsentre, was pointing a small knife at her. Really? Was she supposed to be intimidated by this excuse of a lifeform? She couldn't stand sims that weren't perfect. He was probably a druggie, she really couldn't stand druggies either. It was probably one of those really cheap drugs to, or else he'd wash himself. Maybe it was that type that made sims eat eachothers faces. It would've been quite funny if someone ate this guys face.
And where do you think I have all those simoleons? She said sarcastically, he wasn't high now atleast, probably needed something to buy more. The idiot... Kind of a shame really. She liked destroying pretty things. To bad he wasn't pretty. He wasn't all that bad either though, pretty enough maybe? Could do in a pinch?
In your purse.... Really? He wanted to be a robber with that insecurity?
And where is this purse, genious? She didn't have a purse with her.
He stood staring at her a long time, the jaw hanging on his chest before finally: Give me a blowjob, or I'll kill you! I swear I will!!
Really? Like she was ever going to do that. Holding a small smile back she did her best sounding scared: Oh no, please mister. I'll do what you say, just please don't hurt me.
The guy looked surprised, not expecting it to work. But he was capable of taking her behind the gross lavatory. What an idiot...
Skuld stuck her head out from the side of the shack, checking if someone were present. The coast seemed to be clear. The beaches heavy shrubbery covered her from pretty much every angle there was. Well, her and what was left of the wannabe criminal. He really shouldn't have brought his own knife, but it had made it a lot easier for her. He had to have been sick in some way, as he hadn't looked quite like he should on the inside. The colouring was a bit off, and there was some bloating.
Grabbing the deads ankles she pulled it out to the sea, letting him float there. Someone might eventually find him, but she'd be long gone by then. Standing to her hips in the water, Skuld felt the sky opening finally letting out some long wanted rain. It would wash away a lot of things, making it harder for the police to find signs of what had happened. And if they did, so what? What were they going to compare it to? What were even the odds that someone discovered that secluded spot, and found anything after the rain ended?
Even to the end, he'd actually thought she'd give a blowjob. If you were going to be a sexual predator, atleast he could've tried beeing a bit dangerous. When she'd wrestled him to the ground, he'd been surprised and hadn't even tried fighting back. Then she'd taken the knife from him and he'd cried just like a beated puppy when she'd started cutting him; begging for mercy.
What an amazing rush it had been seeing someones life disappear. Not to mention messy. And she was practically naked so bloodsplatter wasn't a problem. It was good beeing a genious. No one would miss him, no one would give him an honorable funeral. Which meant that no one would look into it. She'd let the knife stay with him, and there were sharks in the waters; sim- eating sharks. If he ever popped back up, there'd be practically nothing left of the corpse.
She even remembered taking her sunglasses with he.
Why do you insist on hiding? We can help eachother you know? I have something you want, you have something I want....
She just hoped it wasn't going to turn around, then it'd see her.
What the fuck was this shit?! Here she'd been having a perfectly great day, and now this crap? Wasn't she even going to get a good nights sleep after that amazing day, without dreaming about filthy sims that needed a bath? It was probably Ians snoring that made it happen, he was such an idiot! Why had she thought it was a good idea marrying him again?
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poses: sea, extraordinaire, buhudain, eunsims,ag, sicialiaforever
So, generation three finally! Yay! And for the record, I'm aware that people with drugproblems, alcoholics etc doesn't look like that male sim. I did it that way because I wanted a contrast to Skulds well- groomed look.
And I wasn't sure how to add Ians dumpster- diver careere as accepted by Skuld, but when I realized what they actually find in those dumpsters, it was pretty easy.
Thanks for reading
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