Patrick: Adjustments

Patrick added the last coat of warm grey paint. He read it would give a room an airy, light feel, something this windowless basement needed. In the corner, a black framed double bed. Besides was the black table Daciana chose from the online catalogue. White dressers lined the statement burnt orange wall. A television and wooden desk completed the room. It failed to achieve the homey effect he longed to give Daciana, the one they enjoyed in the main house.

It seemed strange to be standing in a room that once belonged to Charlotte. Patrick wanted to protect Daciana as her sensitivity to the sun grew, but he knew she felt abandoned. As though moving her in here was a way to forget her. Patrick wanted to protect both daughters, but Daciana was a danger to everyone. Leticia stayed with Eliza, so there was no comfort. Daciana wanted to know and needed reassurance that Leticia would forgive her. Patrick was unsure if he had and felt guilty because he knew it was not her fault. Once again, he placed the blame on Charlotte and Caleb. Despite messages, neither parent had responded.

Or so he thought.

Patrick greeted the stranger with reluctance and invited him in. The Ministry of Magic heard of Daciana and sent Casimir Quillian to assist in her training. He was like her, a vampire born of a human, his stomach twisted by years of being force-fed human food. His hair was black, falling loose around his shoulders. His ashen brown skin, dull and ageless, emphasised his yellowed-green eyes. They seemed to glow beneath his lashes. He was an inch or two taller than Patrick, with a slender yet toned build. Casimir was, Patrick guessed, an attractive man, at least he had been. The hair flopped over his face to hide a scar on the right side. A burn long since healed etched its way from below the cheekbone upwards. It affected his eyelid and removed a third of his eyebrow. Casimir bore two tribal tattoos on his arms, half hidden by the rolled-up sleeves of his black shirt. Smart black trousers and shoes completed the ensemble but did not detract from what he was, a Vampire.

Casimir observed the wood and steel kitchen with window blinds pulled down permitting minimal light. This situation was not unusual; they took others into the Ministry’s care. Patrick refused to give up on Daciana. He would not be the parent who surrendered his child. Patrick would support Daciana through this transition. If the Ministry objected, the Ministry could mind its business. Casimir looked Patrick over, sensing his fear. The beads of sweat surrounded his receding hairline. His plump and rounded appearance would make him slow. Easy prey for radicals who wanted Daciana, unafraid of what humans might do. Casimir had lived long enough to see their fear. Patrick’s increased breathing and heart rate made the hair stand on the back of Casimir’s neck. Although he had learned to control his blood lust, he would never feel guilty. Teaching this stubborn human a lesson would be worth the temporary imprisonment.

It was a stalemate. Casimir needed Patrick on his side. To persuade him to surrender Daciana when the time came. She would turn on him as Casimir had his mother. The Ministry of Magic agreed to allow Casimir to train Daciana. She would face difficulties within a human environment. The temptation to use her abilities on those around her. To manipulate this small area of humanity. Patrick needed to understand they would deem any attack on humans his responsibility. Casimir would deliver training in the evenings. She would need to study the many volumes of vampire lore. Casimir suggested including plasma fruit in meals. He hoped for her sake it was not too late to at least appear human on the surface.

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Daciana: A Living Horror Movie

The taste and sight of blood had repulsed Luliana her entire life. Daciana never felt that way. She loved horror movies, hiding under the covers, turning out the lights, and waiting for gore. Her curiosity about how her blood tasted seemed normal. When other children cut their fingers, they sucked it. So, Daciana never saw her intrigued as anything more. What happened that morning was different. She felt hungry. The dreams were vivid, commanding her to drink. To rip open a throat and take what was inside. It promised her an end to pain, to the agony of humanity.

Daciana took to the bathroom, hating how the desire imposed itself on her sister. She hated the trickery of her mind to make her want to harm those she loved. For weeks her mouth felt sore. Patrick blamed the constant vomiting and the lack of help they were getting. Seeing Leticia, Daciana panicked; her clumsy body stumbled downstairs, desperate to escape. Daciana did not want to attack her family, but everything in her body compelled her to do the opposite.

“Drink”, the voice demanded. The pain in her mouth was intense. Two sharp canines forced the stubby human teeth from her mouth. From this moment, everything blurred. Leticia was holding her, a voice warm, cosy and welcoming. Daciana sought comfort and drank her blood. She squeezed Leticia like a tube of toothpaste when you want to annoy someone by pressing the middle. Daciana wanted it.

What kind of monster was she?

Daciana scampered to the corner drawing her knees up. Here was the answer, and it scared her. She wanted to block out the voices. They echoed around her, demanding an explanation. Her dream brought to life at the cost of Leticia. Her body lay limp but not drained. Daciana, despite the chaos, could hear each heartbeat. The steady rhythm of two competent paramedics as they prepared Leticia for transport. A thundering train across the track belonged to Patrick. Luliana’s heart seemed to pause like it was holding its breath, waiting for them to say, ‘She’s Alive’. Leticia was not breathing. Her heartbeat was slow, weak and fading.

Daciana pinched herself, praying she would wake up and Leticia would hug her. But no one wanted to touch her. Patrick comforted Luliana, turning to Daciana and telling her to stay like a dog. Her mind raced, conflicted by the amazement of her self-discovery. The beautiful taste in her mouth, she yearned for it. There would be no going back; blood was giving her life. Daciana could feel the shift inside, no longer weakened by human food. She ran her tongue over her teeth, sharp, pointed, and painless. The suffering she had endured over her fourteen years was over.

Daciana shook those thoughts from her head. To embrace this moment would be careless; she loved Leticia. All she wanted was to take back time, but how would anything be different? Would Luliana or Patrick be the victim of her uncontrolled attack? Daciana looked around the house, the place she called home. A horror movie lived inside her, and it threatened her family. Daciana hugged her knees tighter and her shoulders shaking. Tears soaked into her sweatpants as they absorbed her screams.

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Patrick: Monster in our Midst

Leticia embraced Daciana. Her hand smoothed what remained of her hair. Daciana trembled, crying out in pain. A sudden stillness came over her, a calm, steady breath. Daciana turned into the embrace, accepting the comfort. A second voice seemed alien, it came from outside the body, but Leticia recognised it as her own. Searing pain accompanied the strangled voice. It spread into her head and etched its way down the right side of her body. The heart quickened with the pressure on her body increasing. Leticia gasped for breath as her arms, unable to cling to Daciana for support they fell by her sides. Nausea in the pit of her stomach had nothing to give. The world spun and grew dark.

As Daciana regained her senses, the weight of Leticia grew in her arms. A sharp inhale, eyes widened, blood dripping from Daciana’s mouth. Leticia slumped to the floor, lifeless, her eyes half closed. Deep punch wounds bookmarked the bite. The blood seeped through, trickling down her throat. Daciana sank back, her breathing quickened. What had she done? The body on the floor remained motionless. Daciana grabbed Leticia, shaking her shoulders and screaming for her to wake up.

Luliana covered her mouth. She felt sick, a shiver through her body at the sight of blood on Daciana. The body of their adoptive mother was on the floor, unresponsive to pleas. Patrick stumbled on the stairs, tears blurring his vision as he scrambled to separate the two. He cradled Leticia, stroking her face, begging her to stay with him. A shaking hand called for help. He had no words to describe what had happened or how they would explain the lack of blood. A few drops on the floor and two human teeth were signs his daughter was one of them. Terror flooded him, reminded of how he rejected Charlotte and Caleb’s help. Daciana was no longer his daughter. She was a vampire.

Patrick stepped back to let the paramedics wire up Leticia. His breath held as they awaited the confirmation of a heartbeat. Another applied pressure to the puncture wound. They questioned Patrick about her injury. He shook his head. Patrick had been upstairs when his daughters called for help. Luliana stared at Daciana cowering in the corner, her head buried in her knees. Unable to get the answers required, they inserted an intravenous line into Leticia’s hand. The isotonic sodium chloride solution flowed, and they were ready to leave.

At the hospital, Patrick paced, as he had done in the months before, waiting for news on Daciana. The girl raised was gone, replaced by a monster. She drank from Leticia, and now his fiancée’s life hung in the balance. He watched Leticia disappear into the emergency room. Doctors and Nurses hurried after her, and sounds of machines whizzed and beeped. Luliana slumped on the sofa close by. They left Daciana at home. Her pleas for forgiveness were unheard. She apologized as Patrick grabbed his keys, wanting to come with them. Why would he bring a dangerous creature to a hospital? The temptation would be overwhelming. Daciana did not have the self-control to resist.

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Daciana: Blood

Daciana stared, her reflection defiant, a haunting look straight back at her. The scissors were heavy, hard, and stiff, driven by anger. Clumps of hair filled the sink and tumbled to the floor. Hot tears burned her cheeks as she forced the cut through thick chunks. Birthdays had come and gone, yet Charlotte had not bothered with them. Why Daciana felt a desperate need for her, she could not explain, but she did. Maybe it was to vent, to scream at someone who deserved it.

Daciana had woken from a dream. It would be a nightmare, but the enjoyment was overwhelming. She could hear a heart beating and imagined blood pumping through arteries. The oxygen-rich energy excited her. The thought in her waking state made her mouth water. Daciana let out a scream, tossing the scissors across the bathroom. They stuck in the wall above the tiles. That steady heartbeat belonged to her sister sleeping in the next bed. Daciana had crept over, listening to it. Something inside urged her to rip the covers and taste the blood rushing from the heart to head. She staggered back and ran to the bathroom upstairs away from everyone.

What was happening? What was this darkness? Daciana loved her sister. She felt they were the same person, split in two by a god with a warped sense of humour. Daciana was the darker energy the pain and suffering imposed on them. Luliana, in bright colours and blonde hair, embodied the joy of life, making the best of the hand dealt. She looked like Charlotte, with those same blue eyes. Daciana looked at the clumps of brown hair. She shared her genetics with Caleb. The difference between the girls and their parents was their physical shape. Daciana and Luliana were plump, what Patrick called puppy fat, something they would outgrow. He would pat his stomach, happy with who he was. They were a family who loved and enjoyed their food. Except Daciana did not. Being force-fed high-calorie shakes was not the food that could give her life. What she wanted, what the voice inside demanded, was blood.

Daciana shuddered, a bitter taste in her mouth, new tears on her cheeks. She swept the hair into a bag, stuffing it into the bin. After watching a Sims tube video, Daciana filled the scissor-made hole with toothpaste. It seemed similar in texture, so Patrick might not notice.

On the landing, Leticia waited. Her eyebrows were drawn together, her chin tilted to the floor, and her lips parted. Daciana trembled as the heartbeat drowned the shaky voice of concern. Covering her ears, Daciana ran downstairs, desperate to block out the growing desire. Leticia followed, her heart beating faster with each panicked step. Daciana begged Leticia to stay back, but she did not listen. In a desperate attempt to comfort her daughter, Leticia rushed forward. She embraced Daciana, a hand stroking the shaggy remains of her hair.

Daciana felt the searing pain in her mouth. Two teeth, human and dull, spat on the floor. Blood filled her mouth. It tasted sweet, flavoured by the berry smoothie. Patrick insisted she drank it the previous night despite the toothache. Daciana held Leticia as the metallic taste filled her senses, dulling the pain. It was all Daciana understood as blood flowed through her. It tasted different. The metallic undertone accompanied sage, rosemary, thyme, tomatoes, and beef. Daciana sucked harder. There was cheese, salty and creamy. Her hands squeezed tighter on flesh, compelled to drink. A thousand neurons fired in her brain, and her skin hummed like an electric current. She was alive.

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Milly: Always

TW: Milly’s Story contains Coercive Behaviour

His words were a knife to her heart. Milly sat on the edge of the black sofa, her body rigid, tense. Hunter stood over her as she dialled Eliza’s number. Words chosen with care aimed to deter unexpected visits. She could feel her chest tighten. The tremor in her voice gave away her fear. Hunter snatched the phone in a frustrated tone. While they were grateful for the meal, Scarlett, their dislike of him, had upset Milly. They were in love and wished to explore their relationship. They did not need the negativity of her family. He asked Eliza, their spouse and brother, to respect their wishes.

Hunter hung up, pocketing the phone. Milly squeaked her objection to losing her connection to the outside world. He perched beside her. This action was for the best. They had each other. What else could they need or want? He stroked her shoulders, drawing her into his chest. Kisses adorned the top of her head. She was beautiful. She belonged to him. Sitting back, Hunter wiped a tear from her cheek. He was sorry for ignoring her in favour of his career. To make amends, Hunter made reservations for the weekend. He had brought her the perfect outfit, and they would have a proper date.

Milly admired herself in the mirror. Two children and a lack of exercise had fleshed out her figure. It never bothered her. Both of her mothers were curvy, and Milly knew Hunter liked her this way. He found it sexy compared to her skinny teen appearance. Milly smoothed the tight green fabric as it emphasised the curve of her hips. It skimmed her legs above the knees the way Hunter liked. Her wardrobe was the same, everything in green and approved by him. She knew not to complain. Hunter went out of his way to buy her these clothes. Green was his favourite colour, and according to him, wearing this showed her love. Milly wished there were bright, complementary colours, reds, yellows, and oranges. She missed a colour palate which included more than shades of green.

The seating at the Caribbean Red was outside, with a few inside tables set close to the kitchen. True to its name, the Caribbean food they served influenced the red décor. Hunter strode into the restaurant, summoning the host. The private area had black carpets and exotic plants. In the centre, two silver throne chairs with plush red velvet seats. It brought over-the-top drama to the scene. They were king and queen for the evening, and Milly felt giddy at the thought. She looked over the menu, an array of delicious choices. They had been here before with Eliza and Scarlett; it seemed a lifetime ago, and the menu had changed since then. Milly decided on the stewed salt fish with dumplings. She was already anticipating the fishy, flaky texture with an unexpectedly sweet flavour. Doughy Dumplings were pure happiness and simple to make. The accompaniments include caramelised plantains and Breadfruit. She could not wait to confuse her taste buds. What smelled like fresh bread, all yeasty and warm, had a mild flavour like a sweet potato.

Hunter sighed, disappointed Milly wanted to choose her meal. He smiled, leaning back in the chair. She was growing up, no longer needing his guidance on what to eat when they were out. This praise made her feel warm as his eyes raked over her. His lips parted, wanting a better look at the young woman. Milly giggled, her shoulders rounded as she hunched forward. Cheeks glowed as she stood, giving a tentative twirl. In the time it took to do a second, Hunter was standing next to her. His hands cupped her face and waist. A trail of hot kisses flowed over her lips, jaw, and throat. He moved central to her body, caressing her breasts as they struggled to remain in the low cut of her dress. Whispers into her stomach of love, how this part carried his children, and those he wanted in the future.

Milly felt uncomfortable. The blushed cheeks were one of embarrassment. Hunter’s hands squeezed her butt, kissing the lower part of her stomach as he knelt before her. Milly froze, body stiffened with the public display. Although the area was private, other patrons could see through the plants. Their table overlooked the restaurant, so this affection was on full display. She fidgeted with the side of her dress, rubbing it between her fingers. Hunter shuffled back, reaching into his pocket. One knee pressed into the ground as he produced a ring. Both hands held the white gold band, which split in half. The two strands crossed over the other and curled around the setting. Embedded at the heart was a single solitaire cut emerald. Hunter felt there was no need for Milly to answer, as he knew she was trying to please him. When she looked at him, Hunter felt the love. Milly told him with her words and her body whenever they were alone. Standing, he took her left hand, placing the ring on her finger. She would be his, always.

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Milly: His Love, His Way

TW: Milly’s story contains Coercive Behaviour

Milly wanted to stay put, her legs intertwined with Hunter. The tiring day saw her melt into the cotton bedsheets and the soft mattress beneath. Her fingers stroked Hunter’s hairless chest. A fine layer of sweat covered his skin, which rubbed off on her. The aroma of stale cigarettes, mixed with lavender, was hers now. Milly buried herself deeper, covering her nakedness with the sheet. She heard the beginnings of the twin’s hungry cry. A verbal one from her lover asking what she had prepared for dinner. His stomach grumbled, and hers replied. Milly imagined tucking into the lasagne Scarlett brought, a meal she would claim to be of her hand. It was a promise made to Scarlett to ensure Hunter would eat. On unsteady legs, she collected her clothes and headed into the nursery.

Hunter stretched out, the sheet covered enough to give the imagination a pause. He smiled, satisfied at his performance, the best he had given that day. Becoming a musician was difficult. Fingers calloused from the exertion placed on the fretboard. There were songs where chords stretched his hands, contorted them into uncomfortable positions. It was a small price to pay, but the gigs were shallow. He found performance opportunities in dive bars filled with chain smokers, with no place better to enjoy an afternoon. Alcohol came free, a bonus to top up his minimal pay. People coughed, jeered, or ignored him as he strummed out the first set. Hunter wanted a shot at a professional gig. A wedding or a birthday, something where people wanted to hear him play. An opportunity for the record label to see his worth. For this, he needed an agent. The cost in the short term would mean further restrictions on their luxuries. What other choice was there when he was the sole provider?

He settled at the table. The tomato sauce, with its rosemary, sage, and thyme, brought an earthy warmth to his nostrils. The neat slice melted on the plate. Layers of thin pasta sheets separated the beef-laden sauce. A fine layer of white sauce, with a hint of mozzarella, gave it a creamy texture. Extra shavings of the same cheese melted on the top, begging someone to devour them. Hunter watched the steam rise from his plate, the clinking cutlery opposite him. She lied. He knew.

The mouthful lodged in Milly’s throat. She could feel it burning, yet it refused to budge. Hunter worked hard to give her and their children a life. All he asked in return was a home where he could relax. Milly should be affectionate and there to ease his stress. It was a homemade meal, a happy child, and a clean house. He felt this was a small ask of her. Instead, she invited a friend who held negative opinions of her partner. Milly ignored the needs of their children and the dust collecting on the surfaces. She opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. He had taken her to the concert and not berated her for hugging another man. These trips were a luxury they could ill afford, one he wanted to give her because she was his girl. Hunter admitted he was a jealous man. Loving her increased his desire to protect her. No one else in this world would love her as he did. When she looked her worst, Hunter remembered how beautiful she looked after a shower. He loved how she smiled when laid beneath him. Another man would never accept she was still learning how to keep her man happy. Hunter wanted to teach her and help her become the perfect woman.

Hunter chewed. Milly could hear it squelching. His lips smacked together as he shoveled in another mouthful. He hated when she cried, accusing her of emotional blackmail. Her tears were a way to manipulate him into letting her behave like a child. Milly could feel the salty liquid and dare not blink as it rolled down her cheeks. A tingle in her nose warned of more tears to follow. She listened between the mouthfuls to the rules of her womanhood. Friends were something they should share together, and couples like them with children. James and Selena needed a dedicated mother to prepare them for life. He needed a woman to keep his home and his heart. To create a safe and loving space for him to feel embraced. Milly had shown herself untrustworthy as the infants lay crying. She was socialising, demonstrating a degree of neglect not tolerated in his house.

The tingling became a hardened lump in her chest, a dam waiting to burst. It took considerable strength to fight the urge to cry. Milly wanted to scream at him. Hunter had it wrong. The babies were sleeping until he slammed the door. The words did not come. Her silence gave Hunter time to consider his final rules. Milly needed to remember he was her family, and she was selfish to impose on her cousins. Scarlett had enough to do without providing them with meals, Milly should be cooking. They would visit for special occasions, and Milly could call once a month when he was home to chat with them. Her mouth slackened, her breathing heavier as she fought her panic. Hunter held her hand, his voice low, stern, eyes meeting hers. He repeated the same threat as he had before. Failure to follow these simple requests would see the court deem her incapable. Milly would no longer be a mother to James and Selena.

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Milly: Inappropriate

TW: Milly’s Story contains Conceive behaviour

She flinched as the front door slammed shut. The infants woke from their slumber with a tremendous cry. The high pitch would soon remind Milly of the headache taking permanent residence. Hunter’s nostrils flared. His green eyes darkened under his furrowed brow. A low, strained voice spat the unwelcome tone of his frustration. Scarlett froze in their seat, unwilling to leave Milly, but the young mother gave them a forced smile. She hurried upstairs, her eyes fixed on the floor to hide the tears. Hunter’s voice came again with more venom. He demanded to know what business Scarlett had this far from the city. They stood scrapping the chair on the floor. Scarlett had limited patients with Hunter’s tantrums as they cleared the table. Hunter stomped, his fists clenched. Scarlett knew Hunter was all show. What concerned them was the way he would be with Milly afterwards. It was his words, none of ‘her’ concern. The misuse of pronouns was irritating. Scarlett knew not to rise to this, to give him any excuse to cut Milly’s family and isolate her further. Scarlett matched his posture, holding themselves high and confident. They would visit Milly and spend time with the twins next week. Hunter huffed through his nose at the uninvited guest. Their unwelcome offer to disrupt his family life angered him further. Hunter slammed his hand on the top, achieving nothing except a raised eyebrow.

Scarlett smiled, stacking the remaining dishes, determined to bide their time. Hunter snatched the mug from their hands. The remnants sloshed, rushing back and forth onto his shirt. Scarlett suppressed a laugh. But their presence had far outstayed his tolerance. Hunter escorted Scarlett to the door. He squashed any notion they would say goodbye to Milly. He slammed the door hard, catching the back of Scarlett. They spun to glare at the smirk that plastered his face. Fear grew in Scarlett of what Hunter planned to do next, but there was nothing they could do.

The second bang awoke the screams Milly had calmed. Hunter stormed across the nursery, snatching James from his crib. His tense body did nothing to dispel the infant’s distress. James squirmed in his father’s arms, kicking his legs out in stiff, jerky movements. Hands curled into tiny fists of fury around Hunter’s shirt. His face was a beetroot red and wet from tears.

Hunter watched Milly leaning over Selena’s crib. Their daughter’s cries were already a whimper. Milly sang a lullaby with a voice soft and calm. Her hand stroked Selena’s hair, rubbed her tummy, and down to her feet. James turned to his mother’s voice, leaning back in Hunter’s arms. He wanted his mum, as her soft body was a comfy pillow. Hunter was hard and bony, an uncomfortable place to rest. Milly hesitated as she reached for James, suggesting Hunter shower before dinner.

He didn’t. Hunter reclined in the chair, watching Milly settle James. She cradled him against her as hands latched onto her top. He wiggled in her arms until comfortable. He fell asleep as though nothing had happened. Hunter stood behind Milly as she lowered James into the crib. His lips sent goosebumps down her spine. Milly drew in a sharp breath, shivering with the sensations. The stench of his day crawled over him and his touch. She smelled of lavender with a hint of grilled cheese. Hunter’s aroma made her nauseous. Stale cigarettes mingled with sweat.

She screwed her nose in disgust, feeling the grime crawling over her skin. She wanted to push him away and reject the advances. Hunter growled, his voice dripping with the same stale scent. Milly was a tease in her wrapped green dress. The low cut emphasised the curve of her breasts. The way the fine cotton skimmed her legs above the knee. This outfit inspired desire, his love for her. How could she be cruel and deny him such pleasures?

Hips pressed into her as hands worked to free her from her clothes. Milly wriggled, uncomfortable at the affection. Her movements increased his impatience to be within her. Her eyes shifted between the infants. A loud, annoyed sigh came as Hunter agreed to move things to their bedroom.

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Milly: The Visitor

TW: Milly’s story contains Coercive behaviour

She yearned for an adult conversation to converse about anything other than babies. She loved her children. They were her entire world, along with cooking and cleaning. Milly no longer relied on the basic instructions offered by Scarlett. She memorised every meal. Time was a precious commodity, one she struggled to have for herself. There were moments Milly wanted to be selfish, to leave Hunter with the twins and take a day. She dreamed of getting her nails done or a massage. In the afternoon, Milly could set her easel by the lake. There would be a picnic of her favourite foods, and she would have a few hours alone.

Milly sighed as a knock interrupted her fantasy. She glanced at the sleeping babe in her arms and the one settled in her crib. It had taken months to reach this point. James would fall asleep in her arms and not reawaken when placed in his crib beside Selena. She wondered if her son would ever stray far from his sister. Selena was no different. She wanted to be near her brother. She exercised her lung capacity when Hunter insisted on father-son bonding.

As Milly reached the door, a warmth filled her at the sight of red hair. They came bearing gifts of freshly baked bread. The springy texture accompanied a warm yeast aroma that lingered even when cooled. It was a comfort blanket, and Milly held back on hugging it. Scarlett laid out the homemade cheese wheels, fruit, and lasagne. Milly’s mouth watered, and the weight on her shoulders eased. Scarlett embraced her, cringing at the scent of baby sick. They ordered Milly to shower as they prepared a light lunch.

While her fantasy would need to wait, Milly let the water run hot. Lavender baby wash soothed and cleansed her body as she counted the five minutes she had to herself. Shoulder tension eased, lowered, and sagged as Milly rolled her neck. Aches and pains she had grown used to seemed to ebb away in the heat. A sleepy sensation came over her, and the urge to rest her head became overwhelming. The scent of grilled cheese wavered through the house. The promise of city life conversation had Milly happy to leave her sanctuary. She braced herself, her feet pressed against the shower floor, and turned the tap. Icy cold water blasted its necessary cruelty. She squeaked. Her body jolted like each individual stream was an electrical current waking her. It took thirty seconds to transition from sleepy mother to alert friend. Milly was ready to tackle her lunch.

She settled opposite Scarlett, taking a huge bite. The bread cracked, and crumbs tumbled from her mouth, tapping the plate beneath. The cheese strung between mouth and bread. It yielded a hot, creamy texture with a salty edge, a testament to the high-fat content. Milly could sit through a second helping, except Scarlett suggested balancing her meals. Her stomach grumbled, unsure if it agreed, but kiwi, melon, and strawberries awaited. A scoop of pistachio ice cream would have made this a perfect dessert.

Taking a reluctant mouthful, Milly questioned those years living in the city. Had she taken advantage of Eliza? What had she done to show Eliza appreciation? Tears stung her eyes. Milly tried hard to bite them back, retracting her hand as Scarlett reached. She was grateful for everything Eliza and Scarlett did for her. There were days when Milly wished to be a teenager with life and dreams ahead. It brought a weight of guilt because she wanted her children. They were the one part of her life Milly knew never to regret. Her life here, however, was coming at the cost of her dreams, the art career she had worked towards. Hunter believed as the mother, her presence at home was vital. He wanted her to sacrifice her life for the children and expect nothing. From her children, Milly never would expect anything more than for them to be happy. As for Hunter, he had yet to mention marriage again. It had been on his lips when they first dated, but years passed, and she was still waiting.

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Eliza: A Private Concert

Eliza felt the tension in her body, the uncertainty of Hunter’s next move. She wanted to check on Milly, but if Hunter moved towards Azure, Eliza wanted to be ready. Milly attempted to free herself from Hunter’s grasp. She inched towards Scarlett as the tension unfolded with Hunter’s fake laughter. Azure forced a smile, ruffling his thick blue hair, and declined their invitation to hang out. When Hunter responded, Eliza clenched her fists. His chest puffed, chin jutted forward, and a sneer danced on his lips. Hunter was a man who believed he had seen off the competition and saved his damsel. Eliza wished she could wipe the smug look from his face. Any man glancing at Milly was a threat in Hunter’s eyes. Azure seemed to draw the attention. When he moved next door, Hunter took an instant dislike. Azure’s friendly demeanour inspired those around him. The conversation was pleasant, and he never spoke about himself unless asked. Whenever the intense blue of his eyes fell on Milly, Hunter wanted to rip them from his skull. Azure seemed captivated by her cousin, something Eliza had never noticed before.

The speakers crackled, snapping Eliza away from her thoughts. The tension popped, and her body jerked. Scarlett raised an eyebrow in amusement, offering a soothing stroke to Eliza’s back. A voice sound checked the mic, drawing people toward the stage. Azure disappeared into the crowd without saying goodbye. Milly dragged her feet behind Hunter. Her fingers twisted in his vice grip. Scarlett held Eliza back, and their arms drifted over hers. Lips grazed with growing intensity. Their hands swept over her back and down to give a play pinch. Eliza broke the kiss with a giggle, resting her forehead against theirs. The world could have disappeared for this moment, and Eliza would be happy. Instead, the bass throbbed, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Chants demanded the arrival of the group’s main vocalist. Latecomers bumped into the couple, pressing them together. Another group separated them. Scarlet grabbed Eliza. Their fingers interlocked, and they disappeared behind the stalls and the path leading to the bay.

Eliza waded into her knees, giggling and splashing, waiting for Scarlett to join her. They watched, still half-dressed, sheltered by the rock. The clothes they removed lay with care on the snow covered sand, an invitation of a different kind. Eliza ran her hands over the coarse sand. It sifted through her fingers as she attempted to hold on to it, to keep herself grounded. Goosebumps prickled her skin as the remaining clothes lay at the water’s edge. Eliza arched her back; her heels dug down into the sand as she gasped the night’s air. Her eyes fluttered, taking in moments of the starry sky. The concert seemed miles away as Scarlett and Eliza found each other at the bottom of the cliff. The intimacy crashed over Eliza as the waves lapped the shore, creeping towards them.

Her hands reached for Scarlett, whose body covered hers. A soft fleshy blanket and lips, Eliza yearned to keep kissing. Close by, a phone buzzed. A quirky tune demanded attention, but Eliza’s legs were too numb to move. Scarlett squirmed in Eliza’s reluctant arms. They knew they should sneak their way back to the concert. Milly’s name flashed on the screen and disappeared to reveal twenty missed calls. Eliza groaned, her body chilled and exposed as Scarlett gathered clothes. She wanted to stay, to be once again wrapped in Scarlett and flushed with excitement. How thrilling the night was on the shore. How dull now the dancing seemed as they stumbled back in the dark.

Concert Goers by https://xldkx-cc.tumblr.com/post/687001477363974144/deco-sims-release-part-6-some-crowd and https://www.pinterest.ca/xldkxcc/deco-sims/

Hunter and Azure https://www.patreon.com/posts/simmerianne93-12-68346772

Eliza and Scarlett by Ana Zanacolle

Eliza and Scarlett’s kiss is using the wicked whims mod.

Eliza: The EOTW Concert

Edge-of-the-world concerts are renowned for their loud throbbing beats. They accompanied the exotic melodies, and raw lyrics rapped against sweet harmonies. The music came into being at the illegal raves held on Windenberg Isle. The artists objected to the deforestation and industrialism of the world. From the start, the raves needed to run a neutral footprint. Milly had loved Ziva’s stories. Her mother attended several in her youth. It was strange to think of Ziva as being a part of a group of lawbreakers. These days, raves were infrequent, at least illegal ones. The Edge of the World, found themselves slated for selling out. They had found a political platform from which to drive home the message. Isidore Spencer, a candidate who supported their desire for climate change. Eliza had no delusions that Isidore would need to change the minds of more than a few avid fans.

The concert took place on the cliffs overlooking the north coast. Brindleton Bay was its usual chilly self as Eliza pulled her jacket around her. The scent of stale beer mixed with the continental food stands. There were samosas, burritos, and flavours from around the world. Vendors stood patient, aching bodies motivated by overflowing tills and queues of people. Conversations were difficult as music blasted from the main stage. Eliza noted Hunter remained tied to Milly, an invisible thread holding them together. He would whisper in her ear. Her green eyes shone bright, and a giggle made it appear they were like any other young couple in love. He held her close, rubbing his hands over her back to warm her. Had Milly become accustomed to the heat of her new hometown?

Eliza wondered if Scarlett understood her feelings more than she did. Those mothering instincts were present when it came to protecting Milly. Rather than following her instincts, Eliza remained quiet, not wanting to intervene. Milly loved Hunter. Telling her anything negative about his past behaviour would be a risk. Eliza feared Milly would stay with him, regardless. She may never speak to her family either by choice or by coercion. A situation Eliza knew all too well to be isolating. An arm looped through hers. Milly steered, excited to be attending and away from the migraine that was her twin babies.

On the opposite side of the barrier, they bumped into Azure. A deep warm laugh erupted from him upon seeing the cousins, and his arms embraced them, a move he regretted. Hunter heightened, pulling back his shoulders and puffing his chest. His fists clenched, popping the veins in his arms. The curl of his lip as he snarled, jealous eyes like daggers at Azure. The man dared to greet Milly with an affection he deemed inappropriate. Hunter muscled between the cousins. A stiff arm tightened around Milly. Her shoulders curled as Hunter pushed her behind him. He stepped into the personal space, lowering his face to meet Azure. Eliza would place odds on Azure to lay Hunter out flat. What Azure lacked in height, he made in muscle. Azure stepped back, his hands raised in mock surrender, but Hunter smiled. He held out a hand, an apology for being rude at the wedding. A lack of sleep courtesy of their newborn twins was to blame for his behaviour. Azure glanced at Milly as he shook the limp hand; her eyes remained lowered.

Milly and Eliza pose https://glitterberrysims.tumblr.com/post/626242688788971520/gs-just-friends-walking-this-was-a-tumblr-request

Azure, Hunter, and Milly pose https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-mods-poses/title/come-here-pose-pack/id/1513724/