Recap because I’ve been absent for 3 months: Damon & Asiaq married young and had a daughter, Eira. When Eira was 6, they decided to adopt another baby, but it turned out the girl was actually 7 years old and had a mind of her own – strong willed, highly intelligent, possibly manipulative. They had their doubts if they were going to handle it, but in the end they decided to go through with the adoption. That was 5 years ago.
But hey, rewind the tape. “Sedna”? Surely Eira’s sister was called Marina when she came to Fharhond? Yes, that is true. The first thing she said when she began speaking in this ancient, rustic dialect was also: “I want a new name.” And although Asiaq and Damon assured her that Marina was a beautiful name, she was adamant.
“I want a new name. I was named after a boat. The boat they found me in. I don’t want to have the same name as a boat. I want a Fharhond name.”
Damon just threw up his hands. He wasn’t good with names, especially Fharhondian ones. He just didn’t know their history well enough, being from the south. Asiaq thought for a while, searched the simnet and came up with Sedna, Fharhond’s goddess of the sea.
“I don’t know.. isn’t that just like Marina, but in Fharhondian? I still don’t want to be called a boat.”
“Sedna is the most powerful being in our old stories and fairytales. She was the creator of our world – look around you, there is water everywhere. The goddess of the sea is the goddess of everything worth knowing on Fharhond. You couldn’t have a more powerful name. Or a name more Fharhondian.”
She was convinced, not so much by the poetic sound of it but more the mention of power. Marina changed her name to Sedna, and started school.
“It’s Leisure Day tomorrow, we should do something fun tonight.”, Sedna proposed while finishing her sister’s homework. She knew there would be a lot more time to play if she just did it for her instead of trying to explain.
“Yeah! We could play burnball* in the park!” Eira was rather sporty, like her father.
“No, burnball is lame.”, Sedna scoffed. Eira looked deflated.
“Football then? Or a picnic? We could make paper boats and race them!”
“Watcher, you’re so childish Eira! I said we should do something fun!”
*burnball is a Scandinavian game, kind of like rounders or baseball. It’s not an organized sport, and there are no professional teams.
The Bartley boys had quite a long ride to school, so they took the bus home. Troy watched Sedna and Eira through the window.
“You hang out quite a lot with Damon’s daughters”, George noted. Damon was a local celebrity, since he was the star of the football team and occasionally appeared in the local paper.
“I guess. Sedna is kind of hot.”
George laughed at his 12 year old brother. “You’re too little to say a girl is hot. You should say that she’s cute.”
“Whatever.”, Troy grumbled. “I can say she’s hot if I want to.”
“Sure. But she’s just a little girl. And you’re a snotty kid.” Troy punched his brother’s arm hard for that comment.
Eira was hurt that all her suggestions were sighed and eyerolled at.
“You come up with something then! Or I’ll go to the pool alone.”
“Actually, I have a great idea. But it’s a secret.”, Sedna smiled triumphantly.
“Oh, ha ha, funny. Well you can keep your stupid secret. I’m going to the pool.” Eira was feeling rather cross at this point.
“You do that. Just make sure to show up at 7 pm in the park. If you’re not there by then, we’ll leave without you.”
Eira left home at 6.30. She didn’t doubt Sedna would actually stand by her word and leave without her if she was 5 minutes late. She had been acting so strange these past few months, distracted, secretive and sometimes rather mean. They had been inseparable since the day her sister arrived to the island, and this new distance between them confused and hurt her.
Harry Hilmarsson had been in the park all afternoon. It was crowded in his house, kind of rowdy too, and he preferred to keep to himself. Food was a problem sometimes, but tonight someone had left their bake sale unattended, and he had nicked a few muffins.
After an hour or so, the temptation was too much for him: he helped himself to the money jar as well.
Asiaq had once remarked that “Harry is a sweet boy, but his moral compass is a little flawed”.
Eira has asked what that meant, and Damon replied that sometimes Harry said things that couldn’t possibly be true. That made Eira very upset for days. Sedna, on the other hand, was unstirred.
“Sometimes you have to lie”, she stated to Eira later. Eira didn’t quite grasp exactly when “sometimes” was, but her sister said so with such confidence and certainty that it had to be true. That you sometimes had to lie.
Sometimes your sister tells you to come to the park at 7 pm sharp, and a boy who is sometimes mean to you picks you up at 7.30. In any case, you don’t want to be alone. So Eira followed Troy to an area where her parents said she couldn’t play, because it was vaguely described as “not very nice”. It took them quite a while to get there by bike, and then by foot the last few hundred meters. Troy was constantly ahead of her.
The little footpath through the grass was enough trampled to let you know that the abandoned building still had visitors. Eira had a bad feeling about the whole thing.
She could see the graveyard from the hill, so she knew approximately where they were, but overlooking the cemetery didn’t exactly make her feel any better. She knew Troy’s house wasn’t far from there. It had to be his idea to go to this icky place.
She heard Sedna come running through the high grass, excited like she had never seen her before.
“This is brilliant! I saw five baby rabbits just over there, and the grass is almost as tall as me!”
Troy mocked her, “I saw baby jabbitsh!” and Sedna pushed him to the wall. The wood creaked and rewarded her with a shower of dust.
“Where’s Harry?”, Eira interrupted them. “He’s around here somewhere”, Troy said, brushing the dust of his shoulders with a manly poise that made Sedna laugh. “Why, do you two have a date or something?”, he snickered, and Sedna smiled approvingly at that too.
“I was just asking.” Eira said glumly. Apparently this was all about Troy now – Troy’s disgusting house, Troy’s stupid jokes and Troy’s show off for Sedna.
“So are you ready for the grand tour, or what?”, Troy said casually and took a big bite of his apple. This was his show now.
“I don’t know, it’s getting kind of dark.” Sedna said, “we could step on a rusty nail or something. I thought maybe we could just sleep outside and tell ghost stories? I brought flashlights. And sleeping bags.”
“Ghost stories! Ghost stories are for babies. And little girls.”, he added, full of contempt. “I could tell you some real stories of what happened in here though. A man hanged himself here 60 years ago. He was bankrupt and the loan sharks were after him. He saw no other way. I can show you the hook and everything.”
Eira didn’t like where this outing was going at all. And sleeping bags? Were they going to stay here all night, without telling mum and dad?
“Maybe tomorrow, when it’s not so dark.”, Sedna pleaded.
“The darkness is the whole point, dummy! What’s the fun in a haunted house in daylight?”
“Ok.. well maybe we could just enter, then. Like through the door. I’m not going any further, I don’t want tetanus or anything.”
Eira felt completely invisible. Troy wasn’t talking to her at all, and not Sedna either.
“Uh, guys, I think I’m going home. I’m kind of tired.”, Eira tried to sound casual, teenage like. Troy didn’t fall for it.
“You do that, you big baby. And while you’re at it, you should tell on us. And tell your mum and dad we didn’t do our homework either.”
Sedna pleaded desperately. “No, Eira, please stay! I’ve texted and they said it’s ok. It’s fine! Please please stay!”
Troy walked with Sedna towards the entrance of the building. When they rounded the corner, he hiss-whispered:
“So you don’t dare to be alone with me, is that it? Smart girl. But honestly I thought you were a bit more ballsy.”
Sedna didn’t really know what to reply, so she kept quiet. Troy was something of a mystery. His dad was loaded, they had racehorses and lived in a beautiful house by the sea – the real sea with a beach, not an ugly cabin on a stupid glacier. He had everything, and yet he hung around places like this, with older kids who stole cars on the weekends, went for a ride and dumped the vehicle in a parking lot somewhere.
In a few years, maybe he would be the same. Or he could just as well go to Smuggsworth.
“You’re no good.” she stated, trying to make it sound like a brush off, but it came out like a compliment.
“You’ve got that right”, Troy answered, smugly.
They just stood there, in front of the entrance, not entering, staring into each other’s eyes for several seconds. He had the most captivating light grey iris with yellow stars sprinkled around it, and Sedna was about to remark on that when he broke the silence.
“Your sister is really stupid, isn’t she”. Sedna didn’t answer. Perhaps Eira wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box, but she was her little sister.
“No!” The answer was firm, even if seconds ago, it might have been just what she wanted.
“Ok, then why are you still standing here? Go inside and I’ll show you the hook and be done with it.” He yawned.
Sedna stood indecisive for a second, drawing with her foot in a sandy spot. She didn’t get what just happened – they had a moment, and now Troy was smashing it with his heel. Boys were so frakking dumb.
“I don’t feel like it anymore. I’m going to bed.” Sedna turned her back on Troy and went to the others.
“YOU’RE NOT THAT PRETTY, YOU KNOW!” Troy lashed at her before she left. “You should take your chances”.
She wasn’t prepared. Had she been prepared, she would have made a snappy comeback. Now, she was in shock from the sudden turnaround, and almost started to cry, but it was getting so dark now that if she stayed out of the street light, maybe he wouldn’t notice.
If he noticed, he didn’t care.
He grabbed his sleeping bag and turned the corner. No one asked him where he was going, and he didn’t come back that night.
Meanwhile, Eira sensed what was going on but didn’t really want to eavesdrop on her sister. She still thought boys who wanted to kiss and such were stupid and icky. Harry probably knew too, but he was sensitive enough to not make a deal out of it. He laughed at Eira when she played with her dolly, though.
“Please don’t tell me you’re still playing with dolls! Eira come on!”
“Fluffs understands me. Don’t you, Fluffs? Oh yes, I understand you perfectly Eira!”, Eira said in a gruff but distinguished voice.
“Oh man. I’m glad no one else can see us. I’d die of embarrassment.”
But Harry still laughed, and didn’t look like he was near his death bed.
Maybe she brought the doll out of spite. She knew she was much too old to play with it, but she had it sitting on her bed all the time. She still kept playing theatrically until Sedna told her to stop, quite forcefully.
They all went to sleep in a terrible mood. Eira felt betrayed, and Sedna was humiliated on all levels – by Troy, by her sister who wouldn’t stop acting so babyish and on top of everything Harry was there to witness it. She fancied both boys – Harry was nicer but more familiar and therefor less interesting. She had pictured a perfect summer night of story telling, school gossip, something between the kiddie world and teen world. She thought it could be fun for Eira, who was still a bit childish, but also for herself and the boys who were more mature. Or so she had thought.
They missed out on some gorgeous northern lights, and also on the soft pink skies the dawn brought with it.
At home, the girls’ grandfather went to bed very worried, and late.
Their parents never went to bed at all. Damon may have slumbered a little around 5 am, but Asiaq was still vacuuming the girls’ Simbook accounts for leads on where they could have gone.
The only information she got was that Eira wasn’t very active on Simbook, and Sedna had lots of friends she didn’t know about, and who seemed much older.
“They’re probably just out camping somewhere. Their sleeping bags are missing.”, Damon tried to calm her.
“And how is that ok, to go camping without even a phone call?”
“I didn’t say it was OK. I’m just saying they are probably OK.”
“And how do you know that, are you a psychic now? The psychic football star? You have many talents, I say.”
“Come one now, Asiaq.”
When the girls woke up, the sea was shiny, calm and metal like, and the abandoned house didn’t seem scary at all. The boys had gone home already, perhaps in the middle of the night, who knew. Babies. Idiots.
“It’s beautiful!”, Eira exclaimed. “If i wasn’t starving, I’d totally go for a swim right now.”
Eira went home like nothing had happened the night before, because it hadn’t, at least not the way Sedna saw it. She felt furious for some reason, she couldn’t really grasp why. But there was something about all the drama and how they “weren’t allowed” and they “shouldn’t”, and how Sedna was so mean and bad to drag her good little sister to this old house, who cares anyway. It was nothing. It was just sleeping on the ground and waking up with ants in your hair and a growling stomach and stupid boys she would never ever talk to again, at least not to Troy. And she did it all to be nice, to do something nice for everyone, and everyone was ungrateful and babies and DICKS and CUNTS.
And in the end, she would be the one who would take all the blame.
She went for a very cold swim. Eira could have fun explaining it all at home. Knock yourself out you big baby.
As she swam she thought to herself: “This was the best part. Of that whole damn outing.” “THIS IS THE BEST PART!”, she said aloud to the waves, and startled a cormorant who took off from its stone with big, annoyed flaps.
Being alone, in ice cold water at the height of summer, at the world’s end, on a fucking glacier.
“This is the best I can do.”, she mumbled through tears. “This is the best I can hope for.”
They weren’t even done hugging and kissing and crying when she got home. She had hoped she could skip that part.
And then she waited for the scolding.
It never came.
No one spoke to her at all, in fact.
Eira ate her breakfast in silence. She was going to get grounded or something, but that wasn’t the issue right now. She felt uncomfortable that Sedna wasn’t eating with them, she must be starving just like she was a moment ago.
“Maybe I should bring some breakfast to Sedna”, she suggested.
“No.”, Asiaq said firmly, “She can come out and have breakfast with us if she wants to. We’re a family, this isn’t a boarding house.”
“But maybe she’s afraid. Maybe she needs to be alone.”
“Then she can have breakfast when she doesn’t feel the need to be alone anymore.”
Disclaimer: Inserting a music video to set the mood is always risky, because what completely fits in my mind isn’t necessarily what fits perfectly for someone else. Maybe you all hate Jason Molina’s music (and if you do, you are all objectively TERRIBLE TERRIBLE HUMAN BEINGS) and then the song is all lost on you. Bummer.
To me, “Being in love” could just as well be about being loved and love, anyone. Doesn’t have to be a romantic love.
Being in love means you are completely broken
Then put back together the one piece that was yours
Is beating in your lovers breast
She says the same thing about hers
She says the same thing about hers
However I have gotten here I have plans to be with you
Maybe I’m just overly attached to my sims to give them theme songs, but very early on this one felt like Sedna’s/Marina’s song. And that it’s the song about her relationship with her parents and her sister, just as much as it is about maybe Troy or some other person in the future for her.
And for the first time it is working
And for the first time it is working
And for the first time it is working
I am proof that the heart is a risky fuel to burn.
When Asiaq opened the door to the dormitory, she felt afraid. Two days of strolling up and down the quaint streets of the small fishing village hadn’t eased her mind, nor had the meeting with the social worker.
The other children at the home had been victims of the earthquake, but most of them had now been reunited with relatives. “The girl” was different – they found her on the beach when she was a baby, wrapped in a blanket in a rowboat.
“Maybe the person who left her there hoped a fisherman would find her and take her in. People often hope someone like themselves will take care of their child, so maybe she was a fisherman’s daughter. We call her Marina. You can see her now.”
The room was so austere it was chilling, and all the beds but one were covered with white sheets. In the middle, at the back of the room, sat Marina quietly, not moving a muscle, and waited for them.
Asiaq swore she could hear her and Damon’s hearts stop at the same time. She didn’t know what she had expected – perhaps dirty toys, a dirty little face, a girl in an old-fashioned uniform. Not this perfectly clean, almost empty room.
There were no lights on during the day – “to save electricity”, the social worker explained – and if the child had any toys, they were stowed away. A few halfhearted attempts at beautification had been made, with colourful butterflies and rainbows on the wall, but somehow they made the room feel even emptier.
“Please don’t leave me here. Take me with you”, the little girl suddenly said, in clear, distinct Fharhondian Simlish.
Asiaq and Damon were both so stunned they had no idea what to say.
“Can I hug you?” she proceeded, turning to Asiaq, and without a word Asiaq leaned forward and felt a very small ribcage heave rapidly under her arms. The girl acted calm but her heart was raising. Her tiny arms felt surprisingly strong around Asiaqs neck.
“What’s your name?” Asiaq asked sheepishly, although she already knew what she was called. But she just shrugged apologetically – apparently she didn’t understand.
“I don’t like to live here. I don’t want to be alone.” she answered instead. Suddenly Asiaq understood that she didn’t actually speak Fharhondian, she had just rehearsed a few phrases to absolute perfection.
“She doesn’t understand you, Damon.” Asiaq said quietly, leaning against the door post. She felt a sudden urge to burst out of the room, but hovering close to the way out was all she could do at the moment.
Damon still didn’t seem to get it, because the girl’s accent was so perfect it seemed incomprehensible that she didn’t actually speak the language. She had a variety of phrases prepared. Damon asked her if she was looking forward to school, and the girl replied she was alone and had no friends.
Asiaq shut the rest of the conversation out, it was too eerie. Like listening to a recording. Even if it was all true, it just felt so staged and creepy. She had no room to move in this situation, so she turned to the window and looked out at the sea. Far away on the other side was Fharhond and their own beautiful little girl, playing horse with her grandfather probably.
Why would she need another child, anyway? She already had everything she could ask for.
They were going to stay for dinner, so they got to meet the housekeeper as well. She was a warm and friendly type, which put their mind at ease at least a bit for Marina’s sake. The feta salad was good, but Asiaq feared it was what Marina ate every day. She did look small for her age.
“Please excuse Marina, she has a bad habit of staring. She’s just excited to have visitors”, the housekeeper smiled. There were no implications in that last sentence, and Asiaq was thankful for the small courtesy.
Everyone knew why they were here and everyone was hoping desperately for her and Damon to take this girl home and make her their daughter. Even 15 seconds of pretending they were just visitors felt like a relief.
Asiaq’s bad conscience made it impossible for her to stay at the table, so she excused herself and went looking for the bathroom. “It’s up the stairs to the left, dear”, the woman called behind her.
“She’s nice”, she thought to herself, “seeing her every day can’t be so bad, and she’ll start school soon, make new friends, and she’s obviously smart…”
Who are you kidding? her inner voice boomed, you have to take her home now.
Frustrated, Asiaq demanded a room closer to the sea. Damon realized immediately that she felt tied, that she wanted control over something small because she had no control over the larger issues. He admitted to himself that he had some second thoughts as well.
“We don’t have to adopt her. If you really don’t think it would work out.”, he said. “I mean, the rehearsed speech was a little creepy. Maybe you’re right. There’s something a little off about her.”
“I dunno”, Asiaq replied after a long silence, “it caught me off my guard, the whole staging. I mean I’m pretty sure she staged it herself, sitting on the chair in the middle of the room like that. And her little parrot speech. But even so, she’s not lying. She is all alone, and it must be terrible for her. In a way, you can’t blame her for playing on our emotions. She’s desperate.”
“I think we should try. I mean, I think we should take her home. She’s almost the same age as Eira. I always imagined she’d have a baby brother or sister, but why not a big sister? I think they would really connect.”
Damon nodded thoughtfully. It made sense, even if bonding with this 7-year-old would take some time for them, the girls would probably become close in no time. Children had it easier that way.
“Ok then! We’re going to be parents!”
The little you saw of the “fishing village” “near Monte Vista” was shot on location in Positano (by Remmo) and I was about to show more of it but I think I’ll just fly them all home instead. I highly recommend Positano though, it’s beautiful and very playable, and feels “lived in”, and the families have pretty interesting non-slider genetics – no pudding faces. I use Positano for my ISBI and I’m on generation 3 now with no lag!
Harry, the youngest in a long line of Hilmarsson siblings, with Mimi being the oldest (remember Mimi?) didn’t even care that his school mates teased him about “girl cooties” and he dutifully played house and dress-up with his little friends. He slept over so often it wasn’t even an event anymore. He had his own sleeping bag waiting for him.
But rewind the tape! It all began in a small fishing village near Monte Vista. Or actually, it began at an after party with a couple of jockeys who were visiting Fharhond, friends of Ylva’s mother Torianna. Asiaq had one or two glasses too many of that fine flame fruit nectar, and was feeling warm and fuzzy and a little sentimental. She confessed that she & Damon really wanted to have another child, but that she had a physical condition that made it impossible.
Then it seemed like just a couple of weeks passed before they were sitting in a stuffy office at the orphanage. It was crazy, really. Didn’t these procedures take years? Weren’t they much too young to adopt, anyway?
The lady behind the dark, imposing desk didn’t think so, but then again, she could be no older than 27 herself. She was smartly but rather casually dressed. She seemed competent enough, but there was no way she was running this big institution on her own.
“I’m guessing from your looks that you expected someone older”, she said, “a Mother Superior of sorts. I get that look a lot, you see “, she smiled – a fleeting, professional smile. “I’m actually in HR, and I’m a temp as an administrator of the children’s home. You’ll meet the social worker in two days.”
“Two days? That’s kind of a long wait for us. You knew we were coming beforehand.” Damon remarked. It seemed sketchy to talk to a temp about adopting a child.
“Yes, I realize that”, she sighed, obviously used to this particular conversation, “but our social workers cover a large area and they are swamped – even when there’s a prospective adoptive family coming to visit.”
“We’re in a transition period right now, or have been for the last couple of years, where we are closing the old orphanages and adapt to the foster care system. However, this part of the country is.. how shall I put it, backwards.”, she flashed her fleeting smile again. “We don’t have that many foster families, and the ones we have are.. well, not adequate.”
“How are they not …adequate?”, Asiaq asked. The woman fell silent for a few seconds, like she was going to dismiss the question, then hesitantly said that they had three possible foster families for “the girl”. She tried to keep a neutral face, but it was obvious she wasn’t at all pleased with the candidates.
“This isn’t my place to discuss, really, I’m only the administrator. But they have already tried all three foster families.”
Damon and Asiaq looked shocked. “Have you sent a baby to live with three different families?”
“A baby?” It was the woman’s turn to look shocked. “The girl isn’t a baby. She’s starting school this autumn!”
They young couple was too stunned to even speak. A 7-year old? Could Torianna’s friend really have missed the crucial information that they wanted a small child, a toddler at the oldest. He had gone on and on about the violent earth quake on Monte Vista’s coast and how many people had lost their families, and they had both agreed that it was awful and that they wanted to help. It just now dawned upon them that it had been years ago that catastrophe hit. Right about the time Eira was born, in fact, and they weren’t at all interested in watching the news back then, nor did they have the time.
“This is obviously a misunderstanding, and I’m terribly sorry, but Marina is the only child we have. The orphanage is about to close down, and the foundation is bankrupt.”
Damon turned to his wife, but she was pale and still couldn’t find the words, so he asked if the girl’s age made a difference for their chances to adopt her. The woman kept staring at Asiaq’s pallid face and nervously fiddled with a ball pen.
“Again, it’s not really my place to discuss the details about.. the girl, but probably not. You really must speak to the social worker, though. She knows about her case, and I really don’t.”
“How can you not know her?” Asiaq asked, suddenly angry. “You’re here every other day, I take it. If the social worker – does she even have a name? – only comes once or twice a week, who looks after the child?”
“As I said“, the woman snapped, “I’m only the temp, and I am very busy. This is not my only office, and child care isn’t part of my job description. I feel for the girl, I really do, but I can’t take responsibility for her.”
“But you can’t just leave her here alone!” Damon was distraught too. The shock of the baby not actually being a baby hadn’t subsided, but a 6 or 7-year-old left all alone in a big institution every day, what were these people thinking?
“She’s not alone!”, the HR woman blurted out, “the housekeeper comes twice a day!”
“Then I suppose everything’s alright, then?” Asiaq said with badly concealed fury. “I bet she has all the time in the world for that little girl, with the cooking, and a huge building to clean.”
“She follows her around like a little lap dog”, the woman admitted sourly.
“Can we see her then?” Damon was quickly losing his temper, and he wanted to get out of the stuffy room.
“I’d advice against that before you have met the social worker”, she answered, “and besides, if you don’t want an older child, you’ll just disappoint her. Again.” Her dry tone sounded borderline sadistic. Maybe she was just over-worked.
“She’s right”, Asiaq said quietly, “we really ought to wait for the social worker..”
Damon wanted to push his wife and the HR woman aside and just grab the child and run, without having even seen her first, but he composed himself. Breathed. It was better to wait. Asiaq was right, they needed to talk this through.
“Ok then, we’ll wait a couple of days.” Damon concluded, after a nod from his wife, “but before we leave I must say I find it shocking that you don’t seem to care about her at all! She has absolutely no one except you three people who work here.”
“As I said“… the woman began coldly… “yeah yeah I know, you’re in HR and it’s not your job, but as a human being for Watcher’s sake!” Damon interrupted.
“Do you think you’re the first couple who’ve come here and judged us?” The woman narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice to almost a whisper, so that no one in the next room could hear. “Couples like yourself drop in every 6-7 months to look at that child like an animal in a zoo, and say it’s terrible how we treat her and how can we, and they return home to look for a prettier, younger, better kid. And we’re left to try and run an institution with no money, no staff, no foster families, no help from our community. Try and work here yourself and see how long you’ll last!”
Then she quickly flashed the last of her apologetic but ice cold smiles and said she was so sorry but she really had to end the meeting because she had to go to her other workplace.
Later at the small B&B, Damon and Asiaq tried to get a hold of the situation.
“There’s something about this that I don’t like”, Asiaq said.
“What, except for a 7 year old being left to her own devices every day in a big, dark institution, running on empty? It’s like the beginning of a horror story in itself.”
“It is.” Asiaq arranged her pillows carefully. “But even besides that. What if she’s disturbed. What if that’s why nobody has adopted her yet.”
Damon immediately got defensive, thinking about his own brother. “What do you mean, disturbed. Of course being left on her own all the time is bad for her. She’s probably institutionalized already, in one way or the other.”
“I was thinking more.. profoundly. Like, from the beginning.”
“Don’t speculate too much. There’s no point in expecting the spawn of Satan. Also, it’s not fair”, he added, and turned his back on her to read. He could almost hear her thoughts tumble against the ceiling like dark puffs of smoke, but he didn’t say anything.
So, if you’ve looked at The Rolls™ you already knew I rolled Mixed Couple and was going to adopt, but if you didn’t, well now you know. And when you know that, there’s no point in pretending things aren’t going to work out with the adoption, so I thought I’d show you the happy progress right away. (Can’t say “ending” because we’re not there yet.) I feel that the subject is a little touchy and I hope you all understand that this is a make believe adoption with pixel people and it has nothing to do with a real adoption or real people. It’s set in the twilight zone between realism and total humbug. Mainly humbug. Just go with it!
I was going to add a paragraph or even a chapter about why Asiaq couldn’t have another child, but I skipped that. It’s not important for the story, but it involves a back injury. It would also be part of the reason why she won’t work in the military as a cryptographer. She will never work, because she rolled
soccer wife no job, but her dream in game is to work in the military and she’s also really smart, so that’s why I added the cryptographer aspirations. Sorry, Asiaq.
The young couple decided that a small wedding would be best, and Asiaq insisted it should be on the glacier. That’s where he proposed, so that’s where it should be held. Also, the chapel gave her bad vibes, and Damon could see her point.
Cora was tearing up already and the ceremony hadn’t even begun yet.
“You look beautiful, dear”, she said with a cracked voice, “and I wish you two the very best. Welcome to the Corona family!”
“So.. let’s do this!” Asiaq said in a mock warrior voice. Damon on the other hand was as bleary-eyed as his mum.”I can’t believe we’re getting married!”
Asiaq stroke his cheek reassuringly. “Had Beate been here, she would have said “I can’t believe it’s not butter!”
“Then I’m glad she’s not.” Damon muttered. “Ok, I wish she could have been here”, he added, after three seconds.
And so the self-made ceremony begun.
“Damon Corona, will you be mine to have and adore and raise a beautiful baby with me?”
Damon just nodded vigorously, because he couldn’t speak. “You have to say I do! It is law!” Asiaq scolded.
“I am! Or, I will! So yes, I do!”
They declared themselves husband and wife, and the sea gulls screamed their approval. Maybe.
After the ceremony, Asiaq took a refreshing swim in the icy water. “What are you doing! Are you going to kill yourself on our wedding day?!” Damon screamed.
She just waved and swam further out. She usually took a cold swim whenever her feelings overwhelmed her, and even on her wedding day, she couldn’t quit that habit.
Damon watched her for a while, worried, but when she seemed perfectly fine, he went inside the fishing cabin where the gathering was supposed to be. It was just the family and Saskia. Beate couldn’t be there, since her grandmother had an accident and she had to fly to Sunlit Tides just two days before the wedding. She was going to stay there for a month at least.
“How terrible for you, to spend a month on a beach with palm trees! I bet the blokes are dead ugly too.” Asiaq laughed over the phone. Beate sounded distant, and it wasn’t just because she was standing on the big, confusing airport on the mainland.
“Actually, I’ve met someone on Fharhond”, Beate said. “Whaaaat? Who!? Spill!”, Asiaq demanded.
“Long story. They’re boarding my plane now, gotta dash. Give Damon a big kiss from me.”
The long story was yet to be told, because apparently Beate had forgotten to switch her phone back on after the flight. Asiaq was sure there was a perfectly good explanation. Not that Beate was big on chatting over the phone, but to drop a bomb like that and then just leave her hanging? That was borderline cruel!
She was so deep in thought that she missed Declan’s little speech to Saskia.
“Saskia, there’s something I wanted to ask you…” Saskia looked hopeful.
“Do you want to move in with me? I have a stuffed fish on my bedroom wall and everything!”
“Yes! Yes I do!” And then she blushed, having sounded too enthusiastic. Declan just smiled and hugged her.
“I’m so happy! We’ll never have cereal for breakfast, only pancakes!”
“Or fruit parfait”, Saskia whispered. “It’s my favourite.”
I wish the next picture would have been Cora cradling her grandchild, but fate had it otherwise.
When Asiaq was nine months pregnant, Cora had a stroke and died in the street. Damon and Quentin was there with her.
Her death was very hard on Damon – one minute she had been there, and the next she was just gone. Wasn’t people supposed to die when they were like.. 90? His mum may have been older than other mums, but she was still working! It was too soon.
He tried to focus on the baby which was due any day now, but it was hard. Damon and his dad were in their own bubble of grief, and Asiaq felt lonely on the outside. She was sad too, of course, but it wasn’t the same for her.
Cora had built a small vegetable patch in the bedroom, with a little help from a local scientist and a carpenter. “Vegetables are terribly expensive here on Fharhond, and I’ve wanted to grow my own for a while now, but the climate just wouldn’t allow it. But now, with a baby on the way, you really need your vitamins! And you too, Damon!” Cora’s voice echoed in her head.
Asiaq cared for the patch just like Cora had, it had been her small labour of love and she didn’t want to see her hard work go to waste.
Speaking of labour, Asiaq just made a puddle, and it wasn’t pee.
“Damooon! The water just broke!” Damon had just been crying again, and now had to compose himself enough to realize they didn’t have a car, and there were 300 m of trudging in snow to get to the road. Great location!
Babies tend to be born regardless of infrastructure, and so 7 hours later, there she was, the first Corona born on Fharhond. She was just perfect.
“What should we name her?” Asiaq wondered.
“Something that’s nice and simple, but typical Fharhondian. Something with a little history, you know?”
“Hmm.. my grandmother was called Eira, I always thought that was a really pretty name. I think it was the goddess of healing in ancient times. And in some other language, it means snowflake. I don’t remember which, exactly.”
“That’s perfect! Let’s call her Eira!”
———– Below this line will be only blabbering, WCIF and baby pic spam. Go grab a cup of coffee. ————–
Death came for old Rouza as well, and that was sad and all but frankly that dog was 59 years old. o_o Yah, really. And dog life span is set to 20. I was beginning to think she was a vampire dog, aiming for immortality!
And presto, a birthday cake! I don’t remember when I last bothered with a cake for a baby, and in a bar too! I don’t even know why dive bars serve birthday cakes.
LOL, perfect “oh look at that cute lil baby” face on that guy. More like “begone, spawn of Satan!”
Aging baby up, stuffing face. And look, Eira got Asiaq’s eyes! yaaaaaay
You can play with that creepy doll because it’s your birthday, but tomorrow he’s out!
And look, there’s Mimi too! I think she’s cute. Did I mention we’ll see more of Mimi’s family in the future? Well I’m mentioning it again.
The best thing about the Final Frontier – you have to walk there, there are no roads. And how’s that good? Just look at the landscape! Damn.
*dies a little* Oh Bakafox, CAW genius! Please note that I don’t have seasons, this is all painted snow. This world has auroras too!
Still no story? Nope. Look at Eira! She has Asiaq’s eye shape, Quentin’s hair & eye color (some strange lilac/purple), and I think the nose and chin are Corona material. The mouth is probably Asiaq’s.
Not a genius.
All of Asiaq’s hippy dresses are from ilikeyourfacesims, by Sarah. I love them!
No great story about eating sushi either. But it’s home made at least, because that’s part of The Rolls™.
Brilliant toddler chair by Danjalay at MTS, by the way.
Aaaaaw, she can talk now!
What now, Quentin, does her nappy smell?
And then some Declan & Saskia spam because I love them and Damon comes to spend the night just because. ❤ And an extra heart for that night gown with sheep on it! ❤ She totally picked that out herself.
IKEA toy from Around the sims.
Side note: there was a large painting of Ylva as a teen hanging on the wall in an earlier pic and I realized that wasn’t such a good idea, considering… PS: I use this crib all the time, it’s the angel nursery crib from TSR, by Angela. Artwork by baufive, birds here and tree here. The “paint by numbers” ones are incredibly useful in a Nordic setting.
Tadaaa, spam time is over! Sorry that half the chapter was wildly uninteresting, and overly long, but I’m uninspired and have a huge backlog and Sim babies are boring, blablabla. At least there were a few major events, even if i didn’t exactly excel at telling them.