Mirror Mirror...

mirror mirror...💐

Vol'jin whomst listens to Avril Lavigne my beloved

☄. *. ⋆ mini cas sesh. . .

me needing help to make my tumblr organized and have it to where once i have a navigations post, y'all just click on the links and it'll take you those specifics posts with those tags but i'm actually slow and don't know how to do it despite looking at a tutorial :(

"I thought we've lived in moonlight falls our entire life."

"your entire life, little one, not ours. a fae life is a long time, and when particularly nosy people notice that fact, it is safest to remove yourself from suspicion. not everyone can be trusted."

"what do you mean by that?"

mab did not answer that question. "we own a few houses to travel between in such cases, but the one to which we are return in veronaville was the first your father and I shared together."

the mother and daughter sat on a finely crafted, but well worn, black, antique piano bench. mab, a fairy woman with a regal air of eternal night, played a haunting minuet underneath their conversation. helena, a cunning little thing that just breached the cusp of adolescence, stared her mother down in that way which teenagers have of suddenly seeing through any adult bullshit.

"so who did you not trust there?"

"helena-" there was a curt and stern warning in mab's tone.

"fine. what's the house in veronaville like then?"

a certain tension released from the shoulders at this sudden pivot. helena was a talented hunter, much like her father. she knew how to redirect a target for a better opportunity and wait.

"oh, beautiful old stonework, dark wood floors, and a regency facade. there are workers refitting the kitchen and plumbing to more modern appliances now."

lysander, a boy of the same age and a similar disposition to helena came up the stairwell. beyond the curve of their smile and the cold clarity in their eyes, it would be difficult to tell the two were twins.

"when are we moving?" he had obviously been listening to the entire conversation from just below. mab pulled her hands away from the keys and the swell of music fell silent.

"midsummer."

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My name is Elena (she/her) and I've finally decided to create a simblr of my own after years of lurking. I'm in my late twenties, live in the midwest and work at a crime lab. I love anything related to science fiction, horror, medieval fantasy and the paranormal, so, it's safe to say you'll likely see those themes sprinkled into my content. I'm not entirely sure what direction I want to take with this blog but I'd like to eventually share gameplay, lore, edits, screenshots, create-a-sim wip's and lookbooks. I'm looking to befriend and connect with other creative simmers, regardless of what they create, so please feel free to interact with this post however you see fit!