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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 47, 6/5)
« Reply #225 on: June 06, 2014, 10:26:18 AM »
I knew Jo's nose had to be a Curious one! I guess it could be a Baker nose too, both families have impressive schnozzes. My money has been on Curious from the beginning though.

I liked the way you worked in Marc and Lincoln's residencies at the Waverly house - I remember you saying that you brought in the occasional male elder townie for spawning purposes, and I'm amused at how subtle you've been about it.

Also, I recently learned what shoegazer music is supposed to be, and to me it sounds like 90's heavy grunge.  I don't get why it's called shoegazer as it doesn't make me want to gaze at my shoes - then again, I am oldish, so these newfangled terms and such confound and confuse me. :P

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« Reply #226 on: June 08, 2014, 12:48:07 PM »
For the record-I totally saw that divorce coming.  ::)

Pansy looked very pretty in her dress and it was funny how Annette refused to look decent and act decent.





Is that vampire in front of the gifts related to Jo? The nose looks familiar.....


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« Reply #227 on: June 08, 2014, 03:26:59 PM »
Now that you mention it, Bronson's looks really are quite pervasive. He is not bad looking at all, either.

I have to agree with Lily on Black Sabbath. :P

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Bronson was actually one of the least-attractive spouses in the dynasty, in my opinion, but he was still quite a looker. He makes pretty daughters.

I agree with neither of them about Sabbath. I'm all about Dio's work with them. ;)

Yeah, Bronson's bloodline is definitely pretty dominant!  I really liked their relationship, especially how it started.  Julian, too.

It actually took me far too long to realize "wait, he's the nephew of Pansy's boyfriend too!" But they were one of the few couples that started out young, so I liked writing them.

And so the mystery genes are revealed. Way to pull one over on us and deny traditional dynasty conventions, Trip! Plus, Julian gets to have more nooboos this way. Thinking of Loki, did we ever get to see a picture of him all grown up? I'd love to see one. The Bronson genes are crazy strong. The first thing I thought when I saw him was, "Hey, that's Jo's nose! And her dad's!" The ears, too.

To be fair, a lot of the male spouses of the dynasty had kids on the side, and Julian would have been no exception. His genes were far too good to confine to one nooboo.

You're in luck, because I had a picture of Loki lying around for whatever reason. Here he is. Please ignore his awful, game-generated fashion:



And for the sake of comparison, here's a CAS-shot of Samhain, sans makeup:



(The makeup really made a difference with Samhain. It's so weird seeing him without it!)

I knew Jo's nose had to be a Curious one! I guess it could be a Baker nose too, both families have impressive schnozzes. My money has been on Curious from the beginning though.

I liked the way you worked in Marc and Lincoln's residencies at the Waverly house - I remember you saying that you brought in the occasional male elder townie for spawning purposes, and I'm amused at how subtle you've been about it.

Also, I recently learned what shoegazer music is supposed to be, and to me it sounds like 90's heavy grunge.  I don't get why it's called shoegazer as it doesn't make me want to gaze at my shoes - then again, I am oldish, so these newfangled terms and such confound and confuse me. :P

The Baker nose looks better in profile. Bunny's nose and facial structure are my least favorite features on her, but of course Bronson got them. ::)

While I brought elderly men into the house to father more children, "occasional" doesn't describe it well; there were very few times before generation six that I didn't have some man in the house for the sole purpose of making nooboos. Most of it was just not story-significant and just gets mentioned in passing.

Shoegaze was named because it's heavy of guitar effects, which are operated by pedals on the ground. So guitarists playing that type of music looked at their shoes a lot while performing. The More You Know!


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That you were! The ears also give it away; I thought I could fool someone into thinking that someone else in Twinbrook was responsible for Jo's big ears (her hair covers them well, but her ears are quite something), but they're Bunny's, through and through.



Chapter 48: One Witness





Annette sat at the breakfast nook, stirring a splash of skim milk into her espresso roast and watching the first of the winter snowflakes fall from the window. Throughout her time in the house, all those years, she drank enough mugs of coffee there to leave a cluster of rings on the counter. Whether it was the second-hand drip machine she got on the cheap when she first came to Twinbrook, or the percolator she got soon after Franco was born, Annette enjoyed her wake-up coffee (because waking up could easily be the afternoon).

She shared coffee with a lot of people in her years, but that morning, one coffee-buddy from the past stuck in her mind. He wasn’t the one she was closest with, since every immortal had coffee with Annette, nor did he bring the most crucial of conversations to the table, because I’m sure that Annette discussed plenty of things about the end of the dynasty over a pot of coffee.



However, a long time before that, Annette still swept her long brown hair back into a high ponytail, and disregarding the new stretch marks all over her torso, her skin was firm and smooth. That morning, when she was still young, she was a new mother with an even newer percolator for her coffee, making it just as her father did. When it came to her story, there was one detail so consistent that it had to be true: her dad made coffee in a percolator. She told it to every immortal when they had their first cup.



On her first morning with the new percolator, Annette almost drank her coffee alone. But as she lifted the mug to her lips, someone broke the silence. He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip without stopping for cream and sugar.

“A percolator? Wow. My mum used to make coffee in one, actually. I didn’t know how much I missed it.”

Adjacent to Annette was seated a purple-clad stranger, better known as Harwood. In spite of the two of them splitting the utilities bills ever since Annette first arrived in Twinbrook, their friendship quickly decayed and the two of them could spend weeks without ever crossing paths in the same house.

“Funny seeing you around. My dad always made it this way too. I thought I’d bring a bit of nostalgia home, and I think I need the coffee.” Annette looked back at the nursery, or in its general direction. All was quiet and Franco was sound asleep, “Being a good parent is sleepless work.”



Without a full cup of coffee finished to clear the morning, Harwood was in no mood for Annette’s comments.

“Annette, I am very well aware that I’m a horrible father,” Harwood said, “But I still care about my children. It would be nice to experience the things you will, such as weddings and grandchildren, but at this point, they won’t remember me no matter how much attention I give them.”

“That does sound pretty awful,” she said, staring into the brown abyss of her drink, “Really awful. Does it bother you a lot?”

“Well, let’s just say that I’ve considered stealing your money at night to have science give me a longer life. I would give a lot of money to have some time for a normal marriage and a normal family, but I'm too nice to take what's yours, and I don’t think science has caught up yet anyways. So I will just rot in the ground and hope that the kids will do well without me watching.”



Quite a few years later, Annette sat with a similar cup of coffee on her son’s second wedding day. His future bride, with her black hair and olive skin and Harwood’s name on her birth certificate, was in the middle of one of her sporadic naps. However, Franco was awake and ready to prepare for his big night, starting with a cup of coffee and cream. He approached the table, smiling with a cup of coffee and cream in his hand.

“Well, I hope this is good enough for you,” she said to herself.

“Woah there, Franco,” she said louder, staring at the bit of his chest that peered through his bathrobe, specifically the inked handle of a sword, “You finally got your ink done?”

“Though I’d go with tradition,” he said, smirking.



When Annette said that she got matching tattoos with Bill, Franco loved the idea, but Hannah didn’t have any tattoos of her own. After Julian gave Franco some old newspapers with pictures of Hannah’s parents, he saw the top of Harwood’s old chest piece: a sword. It was that or Sofia’s pink stars, and pink tattoos against pink skin was horribly ill-advised.

“Good job. Nervous about this strange ‘excited’ feeling you finally have?” she asked him.

He smiled shyly.

“Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m pumped,” Franco said, “And she suspects nothing.”

“I do like your surprise-wedding idea, mister. And don’t worry about me. If you want to be alone with her tonight, I have a pint of cherry ice cream and a whole season of It’s Always Sunny reruns to tide me over. Plus, Hephaestus is like a grandkid to me. Of course I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thanks, mum.” For one moment, Franco was extremely grateful for everything his mother did for that day. She even brewed the coffee to robust, smooth perfection. He enjoyed his grateful reverie until he heard heavy footsteps down the stairs.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Annette said, “I have something more important to tend to.”



In his tight, violet boxer-shorts, Bronson leaned over in the fridge to get a plate of eggs that Annette left for him. She got a view behind him, with her eyes locked on his muscular frame and the most beautiful rear end of anyone she ever lived with.

“Nice,” she whispered, with an annoyed Franco breathing down her neck.

“I cannot believe you,” he said, “You actually thought it was a splendid idea to let my daughter’s adult boyfriend live with us?”

“Franco, darling, it was a tough decision for me,” she said, before bursting into laughter. “Except it totally wasn’t! The kid is hot, and this is just my way of making sure that stays in the family. Suck it up, kiddo, and work your styling magic on him before Lily comes home from her sleepover at Emma’s. I got the underwear all set, but the rest is your call.”

“I hate your guts,” he snarled, before leading Bronson to the dresser.

“So you’re a headbanger, huh?” Franco asked, in an attempt to be diplomatic and hip.

“Well that’s an outdated term,” Bronson said, “We say ‘metalhead’ now.”

“Okay then. Is leather still a thing?”

“I’ve wanted a good jacket ever since I bought my first Judas Priest record.” Franco then handed him a black leather jacket.

“Black is pretty cliché now,” Bronson said, “You saw my undies. I like violet.”



After a shopping trip, Franco indeed found a studded, violet leather jacket for Bronson. How peculiar. He held Bronson’s curls in with a loose beanie, and finished his work.



While Franco bathed, ironed his formal coat, and made sure that he had all of the rings, a made-over Bronson greeted Lily. In his boxers. Although she whispered “nice!” upon seeing her boyfriend’s new pajamas, the two of them chastely made their way through Lily’s very long math homework assignment for the weekend. They worked through trigonometric identities when Franco and Hannah walked out the door, for something Franco advertised as a leisurely drive around town.

They drove and drove, with some weird packages in the trunk, all the way up to the family’s cemetery at Willowglen Ampitheatre. They trudged through the heavy snow, which was past their ankles.

“The cemetery,” Hannah said, “Are you still crying about Shark? Do you need me here for that?”

“I can do that myself,” Franco said, “But it’s a lovely place that my mum picked out, over here. I always ask myself why she built the wedding chapel at the fishing hole instead of here.”

“Because then she’d have to bury the dead at the fishing hole,” Hannah answered, “And, really, the ‘swimming with the fishes’ pun is too obvious for that to be taken seriously.”

Franco chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand. “I love a lady with a joke. Well, I’d love you if you were humorless too. I mean, god, how many times a day to I tell you that you’re a dreamy spot of sunshine in my life?”

“About a baker’s dozen, but I’m okay if you improve on that.”

“Well! I have a way to improve, if a bit of a different one,” he said.



“Oh, is that the reason you brought the wedding location up?” she asked, as Franco got down on one knee, “You’re finally making the move?”



“Ta-da!” He presented her with the ring, a beautiful band of 24-carat gold inlaid with the biggest, shimmering diamond a sim could elegantly wear, “I guess I’m five decades too late with this, love, but will we finally make things right?”



“Yes! You made it expensive!” she exclaimed.

“Only the best for my darling. So, are you ready?”

“As ready as you are.”



Franco put the ring on her finger. He perfectly sized it without her knowing a thing about a ring being the result, thanks to his mum’s little tip of measuring ring sizes while your significant other sleeps. The diamond sparkled brilliant white in one of the garden lights.

Hannah remained dazzled by the stone on her finger, but she knew that the ring had a longevity of however long it took her to change into a wedding gown.

“If I’m getting this right, you have every intention of marrying me right here, right now,” she said, “Right?”

“Exactly.”

“Did you bring a gown?”

“Babe, I’m the best stylist in Twinbrook. I have your measurements written down in five different places. And I think you’ll love what I found. It’s in the trunk.”

Hannah slipped into the long white gown, accented with an aqua belt and gloves. “Oh Franco,” she said, “You really are a fashion phenomenon.”



“So, are you ready now?” he asked her.

“Absolutely.” He handed her the simple wedding band to get the vows started.



“Wow, I never thought I’d have to do this on the spot,” she said, fidgeting with the ring in her hand, trying to get a grip on it with satin gloves. “What to say? We’ve messed up. Mostly you, but even Ms. Awesome isn’t Ms. Perfect.” She got her grip on the wedding band.

“I promise to condense what should have been decades and decades of awesomeness into however much longer we can do this for,” she said, “You deserve all of that awesome.”



At those words, Franco melted into the goofy smile that every groom in the family had on during their wedding vows. The ring squeezed his finger a bit as Hannah spent a good minute trying to get it on over his leather gloves. Eventually, it tightly compressed his finger, even though his ring size was the biggest one commercially available. The loving look in Hannah’s eyes made him forget about one of his fingers slowly losing circulation.



“I had a bit of time to prepare,” he started. He perfectly picked up the ring he had for Hannah.

“Honey, you were always somewhere between goddess and soulmate for me, from the first time we met. I fell in love with all of you. And I spent years denying it! My simple promise is to not make that mistake again.”



The ring fit over her thin gloves perfectly, and for the few seconds that it took for Franco to make sure it was securely on her finger, Hannah also had the goofy smile, that every bride that wasn’t me had during their vows.



They clutched each other’s hands as husband and wife, looking longingly into the eyes of the other one. Both of their hearts raced upon realizing that they reached their final, intended point.

“Finally,” they whispered in unison.



And they sealed it with a kiss.

While the two of them remained locked in an embrace, tasting each other’s tongues, there was no breeze, but one of the bushes rustled a bit anyways, shaking off the snow from its branches. At first, they both thought it was a squirrel, but the rustling continued until the two of them looked towards the bush. No one was visibly behind it, anyways.

“This night is perfect,” Hannah said, still holding her new husband in an embrace, “Absolutely perfect.”

“Always glad to please, darling,” said Franco.

“Though if we were younger,” she said, “And if our fathers were still alive, then it would be even more perfect. I’d fit into a better wedding dress, and, well, I always wanted to meet my dad. But regardless of that, my dream would be for him to walk me down the aisle.”

“We made some mistakes, but maybe when this whole stupid thing is finished, we can renew our vows and be young and beautiful again, and I’ll buy you the most beautiful wedding dress I can find. We can bring your dad back to watch, and mine too. I promise that, actually.”

“I’ll trust that.” Hannah sat down in the snow, her white gown blending in with the white powder. “Wanna watch the snowfall? Stars and sunsets are so boring now.”

“I’m up for anything with you.” He sat down in the snow too, with his pants half-submerged in the flakes. The snow still fell, falling on the tips of their noses and on top of their heads. The hills surrounding them were covered in beautiful virgin snow, and the willows’ branches turned white from the collecting powder.

“Here’s to life with you, in this lovely place,” said Hannah.

“Here’s to life.” As he started to put his hand around his lovely bride, the bushes stopped rustling.



Their one witness could stop hiding.



Dear old Harwood watched the wedding of his youngest daughter from behind the bushes, as not to disturb her. Perhaps he could have been an official, legal witness, or walked her down the steps of the ampitheatre to the best of his ghostly ability, just to make Hannah’s night a little more perfect. However, she still smiled and melted into her husband’s arms, leaning on his shoulder as the snow continued to fall, absolutely unaware that her father was watching.

A single, spectral tear rolled down his cheek. Harwood couldn’t be more proud.



He decided that it was best to leave the lovebirds alone. He floated up the hill before they suspected a thing, admiring the view of his hometown blanketed in snow. Perhaps he could check on his other elderly, aging children, or their kids. Or maybe, Harwood would just find a good view on a tall hill, and sit up against a tree and take note of what changed in Twinbrook and what stayed the same. What he did that night is lost to history, but whatever he did, he left no damage. He spent his entire night in peace.

Why not? One of his kids finally made it to the altar.



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Harwood haunting during their wedding was completely random, but I can't think of a more fitting spectral witness for the event. It was his way of making it up to Hannah for being a deadbeat dad, I guess. He even stayed far enough away as to not distract them. What a good witness!

So that's why I had the flashback at the beginning of the chapter. If the ghost was, say, Amy, I'd have to think of something different. :P
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 48, 6/8)
« Reply #228 on: June 08, 2014, 03:34:19 PM »
That...was perfect. Harwood showing up for the wedding was an amazing stroke of luck.

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« Reply #229 on: June 08, 2014, 05:12:21 PM »
Awwww!  That was so sweet!  Let's call is fate that he was the one to witness it, hm?

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« Reply #230 on: June 08, 2014, 06:48:19 PM »
I'm tearing up a little bit here.  :'( The feels, man. The feels.

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« Reply #231 on: June 09, 2014, 08:11:09 PM »

Perfect! I love how the update came full circle. Sad, but sweet and just plain lovely. You're really outdoing yourself, here, Trip.



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« Reply #232 on: June 10, 2014, 12:05:21 AM »
That...was perfect. Harwood showing up for the wedding was an amazing stroke of luck.

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Indeed it was! Once he showed up, it was like my entire chapter wrote itself.

Awwww!  That was so sweet!  Let's call is fate that he was the one to witness it, hm?

Sounds like fate, yes.

I'm tearing up a little bit here.  :'( The feels, man. The feels.

They're really happy feels, though. That's what I felt when writing it, anyways. Harwood is one of my favorite sims, and him getting closure was a good feeling for me too. Plus I've shipped Frannah so hard ever since she was born, and now they get their marriage. :D

Perfect! I love how the update came full circle. Sad, but sweet and just plain lovely. You're really outdoing yourself, here, Trip.

Thank you so much!



Chapter 49: Adorable and Horrible



Franco and Hannah had a weird wedding night. The whole night ran late. They got out of the cemetery well past midnight, and the first rays of sunlight started to light up Twinbrook by the time they were done with their wedding woohoo in the backseat of the car (it’s not like Twinbrook had a quaint bed & breakfast to accommodate them). 6 AM or thereabouts, and the newlyweds dozed off in the backseat, still in their best clothes and leaned up against the car’s door.

“Your mum is weird,” Hannah said.

“Believe me, I know,” Franco said, yawning, “What is she up to now?”

“Well, it’ Heph’s birthday today, and she kept telling me ‘have it in the morning!’ Is that actually what parents do?”

“It’s what we did for Lily, remember? Plus, I miss having a toddler. You’ll see why once you have one.”

“He’s an adorable little man, that’s for sure,” Hannah said, dreamily looking down, “And he’ll make for a good toddler.”

“I hope so too, dear,” Franco said. He sighed to himself, apprehensive and nervous as to what was truly under his stepson’s blankets. However, mischievous, playful, giggling toddlers transcended looks. Yes, it was pretty low for him to try and crush that for his wife. He shut up that morning, right through the birthday cake. Seeing Hannah snuggle her little nooboo for the last time before he grew up into a still-snuggly toddler almost made him tear up, as did seeing Hephaestus squirm in his blanket for the last time. Hannah loved that squirminess about him. She also loved the way his soft nooboo hands squeezed her finger or tried to steal Franco’s glasses.



But, for the first time in ages, Hannah did not laugh at his birthday. She didn’t even sulk. She cheered. As wonderful as new nooboos were, the charm of a wobbly and awkward, partially-bipedal, partially-verbal miniature person eventually won her over. Hannah enjoyed Lily as a toddler, and she even visited Carmen once and begrudgingly admitted that her ugly, not awesome half-sister made some adorable larvae.



Bronson laughed in her place, though.

As for Franco, he stood there in shock. Not at the rush of sparkles that overcame Hephaestus and whisked his blue blanket away--birthday sparkles were nothing new for an old man--but at what sat in front of him on the floor, giggling and smiling as he watched the last falling sparkle.

“Um, I’ll take care of this,” Franco said, scooping up the toddler and heading towards the dresser.

“He likes lilac, I know it!” Hannah said in the distance. She grabbed a slice of cake to treat herself while Franco did what he did best.

“Well then, snugglebug,” he said to Hephaestus, sitting the toddler down on the surface of the dresser, “You’re a lucky little boy.” Franco fixated on the reflection in front of him; of course, Franco himself looked fantastic. He took out a comb to get a stray bit of hair back into place so he could stay fantastic. However, he knew that pretty well. His main focus was on the blond boy sitting on the dresser, fascinated by the two people on the other side of the mirror.

Hephaestus took well to Franco’s fashion advice, though.



The problem with Hephaestus was that he could have turned out horrible or adorable. For the sake of Franco’s ease of mind, he fell into all of the latter, with his mother’s big eyes and delicate jawline, her tiny ears, and her slim, razor-thin nose. All while he pouted just like his father, and looked up at Franco with irises of the unmistakable Bayless deep indigo. Just like Hannah said about his favorite color, Hephaestus smiled and laughed whenever Franco got a lilac shirt out from the dresser. Franco delicately combed Hephaestus’ hair until it fell over his forehead in even shagginess, and considered his work done.

His mother had different ideas. She had a few tubes of costume makeup, and made a few swirls on her son’s face.

“What was that for?” Franco asked.

“Thought I’d do some art just to say I did it,” Hannah said, “...I hope to never do that again.”

Hephaestus didn’t mind. He explored his toes and wiggled them around, as they were finally free from the blankets. He paid no attention to the paint his face.

“He doesn’t seem to mind,” Franco said, “You did a good job, dear.”



With the assurance that he wasn’t the stepfather to an ugly child, Franco stopped merely enjoying Hephaestus’ presence, and then became nigh-inseparable from his wife’s son instead. The son that, in all likeliness, shouldn’t have existed. Hephaestus arrived just in time, for his parents’ age, and dodged every hurdle a growing nooboo could, from a miserable mother to whatever was still in Twinbrook’s water. Franco harped on about Hephaestus being some sort of miracle for him and Hannah.



The infectious laugh of the little tyke was a bonus, too.

Meanwhile, Lily sulked. Franco ceased to give her a hug before school each morning, instead sitting at the xylophone with Hephaestus as the child banged something resembling a tune on the metal bars and barely noticing that his own blood child was gone for the day. Lily came home from school to Hephaestus napping, which was a good sign until she heard squeaking bedsprings in the distance. Curse that “we’re still ‘just married’ and not tired of each other” woohoo.



And if it wasn't that, it was some other kid of his.

If only they thought of this earlier, Lily thought. If only she could change time and push events back for just a few years, she could, if nothing else, turn to Pansy for some comfort and solidarity over the new relationship.



But alone in the strange new family, all Lily had for understanding was Bronson and Sleep’s entire discography in FLAC.



In any other family, all Lily would have to fret about was being replaced in her dad’s heart by a tiny stepbrother. And Hephaestus would otherwise be just a normal little boy, who loved Mozart and toy horses.



“Hannah! Explain your demon spawn,” Lily said, when she saw Hephaestus’ toy horse disappear into smoke, though he was at least as surprised as she was. His little mouth was agape the moment his hands were empty.



While Hannah missed the toy disappearing, she saw it reappear in a flash of light, much to her son’s delight. And she wracked her brain for an explanation. Who was hiding something in the family? What sort of weird swamp magic could Tay have done behind her back anyways? Or, heck, who hexed her nooboo?



Surely, it couldn’t have been Hannah’s little experiment at the alchemy shop, not too long before Hephaestus was conceived.



Nah.

“It’s a sign,” she said, with a nervous smile, “He’s a special little guy, Lily.”

“Take him back,” she said, picking up Hephaestus and nearly forcing him into Hannah’s arms, “I want my family to go back to normal.”

“Tough crap, Lil.”

Furious, she hit Hannah across the face. It was a small slap, but enough to startle Hannah.

“Honey,” Hannah said, raising her hand, “You don’t know how much I’ve practiced this.”



She returned the punishment.

Later that day, Lily stormed around the house, fuming. The sound of her father’s bedsprings started again. That was life, however unfair it was. Bronson was holed up in the bathroom for some reason, either with a lot of sweat to clean off in the bath, or Julian attempted to cook again. Lily knocked on the door.

“Bronson-bear, can you take me to the gym?” she asked.



“Just a second, Lilypad. I’m teaching my future in-law how to take a leak.”

She cracked open the door and was ready to hit Bronson and yell at him until he took her to the gym, until she realized that him cooing over a child was kind of hot. In fact, it could be their own child one day.

“Is he behaving?” she asked.

“I like him,” he said, “And I don’t use those words lightly. Get ready to run.” Bronson jingled the keys to the Motive Mobile.



“Alright, if you can lift for longer than I can run,” Lily said, once they got to the gym, “Then I’ll buy dinner from my allowance. And the other way around if, you know, the other way around happens.”

“Dinner? We took the Motive Mobile.”

“Yeah, but I smelled Gram’s steak tips right as we went out the door, and it made me hungry. I just need to eat away from them for once,” she sighed.



Determined to get the Bistro’s famous bouillabaisse while still being able to afford the new leather jacket she had her eyes on, Lily kept a moderate pace, as much as her active legs wanted to sprint. She slowed down a touch every time she turned her head towards Bronson, as he lifted 100 pounds or more with his arms, and as his muscles rippled under his dark skin and beneath his violet undershirt. He grinned upon seeing Lily’s bare legs, knee-socks and all, stretch and bend as she ran, just to be fair.

“Don’t even care about winning now,” she said to herself.

Unfortunately for Lily, she tired out just as Bronson was in the middle of his last reps. He won by a hair.

“I’ll go easy on you,” he said, playfully slapping her shoulder. However, Lily walked out of the gym alone in the world, according to her teenage mood swings, anyways. She looked out the window as Bronson drove towards the Bistro, when not even the plush seats of the Motive Mobile could lighten her mood.

“We could have Julian join us,” Bronson said, “You like hanging around him, right?”

“Yeah, but…”



“...He’s on a date tonight.”

The car screeched up to the curb of the Bistro. A satiated Bronson instantly starved at the sight of “Mushroom Quiche ALL DAY SPECIAL” on the blackboard outside the doors. Lily stood outside, letting a snowflake fall on the tip of her nose, ignoring it completely. She kicked around a bit of snow, with powdery flakes billowing out.

“Come on , Lilypad, they have bouillabaisse, just like you wanted,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said, weakly.

“Something about Hephaestus?” he asked, “I think he’s cute, but it’s not like you have to.”



“I just don’t know how to feel about this family,” she said, holding her stomach in a small ache. Hunger. Brothers, bad blood, blue eyes filling her pit. Bouillabaisse, Bronson, blessings to fill it.

All she needed was Hannah’s forgiveness, but that seemed so distant when Lily dug her spoon into the fresh-cooked bouillabaisse.



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Yeah, it took Lily a while to warm up to her new family in the game as well. And I should mention that Bronson was inappropriate and mean-spirited, but he absolutely loved kids.

Also, Hephaestus might need a "he's half-Bayless, really!!" disclaimer every chapter. It's weird, because he is recognizably a Bayless (he looked eerily like Tay as a child), but he's too cute for people to readily believe me about it. ;)

Now, why was he born a witch? I once ran into a bug in my game when a child got supernatural status from their grandparents, and unfortunately for me, both of Tay's parents were deceased vampires. Having a child born into the house as a vampire would be an obvious problem. So I made Tay and Hannah into witches in hopes of avoiding the problem. I did, and I got a witch out of it!
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 49, 6/9)
« Reply #233 on: June 10, 2014, 12:24:51 AM »
All right, that part about Bronson teaching Heph "how to take a leak" seriously cracked me up. :P

And Heph is adorable! I love that he managed to get something of Tay, even if just the eye color and the lips. There is much to be said for not inheriting the family ears. :P

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« Reply #234 on: June 10, 2014, 01:00:24 AM »
I need to stop reading while sleep-deprived. My godmother calls me Lilypad and I was momentarily confused every time I read it. Anyway, Hannah's a lovely elder and Hephaestus is quite adorable, although I always found Tay cute in a clownish, Mr. Potato Head-type way. And WOW are the Waverlys good at alienating people they care about.
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« Reply #235 on: June 10, 2014, 02:39:24 AM »
Hahaha, I loved the birthday party full of inappropriate simmies laughing. :D  That must have been a fun part of the dynasty to play!

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« Reply #236 on: June 10, 2014, 03:05:23 AM »
...And WOW are the Waverlys good at alienating people they care about.

That was my first thought upon reading this as well XD They certainly don't do anything by halves do they?  Hephaestus is adorable.  And I do love the fact that Franco dotes on him so.

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« Reply #237 on: June 10, 2014, 09:59:12 PM »
All right, that part about Bronson teaching Heph "how to take a leak" seriously cracked me up. :P

And Heph is adorable! I love that he managed to get something of Tay, even if just the eye color and the lips. There is much to be said for not inheriting the family ears. :P

It's the perfect inappropriate way to train your toddlers. ;)

He was indeed adorable; the only thing I would have minded from his father was the facial structure and ears, but looking more like the insanely gorgeous Hannah isn't a bad thing at all.

I need to stop reading while sleep-deprived. My godmother calls me Lilypad and I was momentarily confused every time I read it. Anyway, Hannah's a lovely elder and Hephaestus is quite adorable, although I always found Tay cute in a clownish, Mr. Potato Head-type way. And WOW are the Waverlys good at alienating people they care about.

Heh. I actually named Lily after binging on How I Met Your Mother, and I lifted the Lilypad nickname from there. I should have known that real life people would have used it too.

Tay's features are really charming in their ugliness, but I'll admit, Bronson's big ears in the family were bad enough. No need to add to it. :P

Alienation is their specialty.

Hahaha, I loved the birthday party full of inappropriate simmies laughing. :D  That must have been a fun part of the dynasty to play!

Oh it was. Every immortal got one weird, bad trait that was great to play with, but all of my inappropriate sims were the best. :D

That was my first thought upon reading this as well XD They certainly don't do anything by halves do they?  Hephaestus is adorable.  And I do love the fact that Franco dotes on him so.

Franco was such a good stepdad. It was his only good move with dealing with the extended family. :P



Chapter 50: Ch-Ch-Chainsaw



Winter continued on and on, until it covered everything from the Spanish moss hanging from the trees to the cattails in white flakes. The whole schoolyard was blanketed in deep snow, but school still went on as consistently as the winter did, leaving Lily with the constant burden of homework and helping her slightly-younger half-siblings get adjusted to high school.

While she and Jane Kindle made the best dodgeball team captains in gym class, Jane reminded Lily of someone else. She was chubby. Black-haired. Scowling. Pink. Very little connected her to Carmen, besides her surname and the tiny, upturned nose.

All it did was remind Lily that her father was somewhere else entirely.



With someone else’s sprogs.



To be fair, if things went better for Pansy and Franco, and if the age gap was closed somewhat between them, Lily could have experienced that same thing with a little blood sibling. But while a blood sibling would be part of a natural, healthy family, the Waverlys were never that, and Lily still came home to little attention pointed towards her, and all of it heaped on Hephaestus instead, even if it was the life lessons to make him more of a functioning little worm.

And while Lily didn’t care for Hannah, Hannah still always told her to turn down that blasted metal she played. To stop sculpting because she was tired of cleaning up clay dust or acknowledging that it existed. Hannah made not-so-secret digs at Lily’s ripped jeans when she herself was 15 feet away, which was enough to even Annette to say “cut the crap and be polite to her.”

Franco, for a while, had no comments on his wife’s behavior. He divided his time between toddlers and painting, painting and toddlers, and when prodded to talk some sense into Hannah, he said “maybe she just needs to get out of the house. Plus, a lot of people would still pay to see her in concert.”



So she did.



Those long nights at the park kept Hannah out of the house for hours at a time, which put a bigger childcare burden on Franco, but it was just a gentle, 5-pound dumbbell at its worst. However, Lily felt more like Bronson did after relaxing his hold on a 150-pound barbell, with that woman out of the house.



More time to sculpt, right?



Plus, Hephaestus started to get more independent, spending hours practicing for domestic life with the dolls, and putting watcher-knows-what in his mouth. They never cleaned those dolls.

So, more time to sculpt, even during family gatherings. Lily was caught in a trance while she wielded her blade and chisel, finally moving towards wood. Julian gained a lot of Shark’s mentality; no ice sculpting until she’s ready, even though Lily’s fingers metaphorically burned and she needed the ice to cool them. But, in spite of the risk of splinters, Julian got her a few wood blocks to chop away at. Her forms became smoother in cherrywood than they were in stoneware, and each little sliver of wood sloughed off from the block put her in her own sculpting realm.



She almost missed the awesome optical illusion that Tristan and Selene spent weeks trying to pull off, just to cheer Lily up. Lily did a whole research project on optical illusions and sleight-of-hand to cap off her sophomore year, though she initially laughed off any suggestions to make them a serious hobby for herself.

“Lily, we didn’t give up our lunch breaks for this!” Tristan whined. Lily turned her head back to see the appearance of his arm going through Selene.

“Good job,” she said, listlessly, muttering as she chipped away at the cheekbone of the bust she was sculpting. Selene removed the fake arm and stormed off. Snow still fell, as usual, and a plow passed by, adding to the snowbanks. Lily was a few door away from bolting outside and sticking her hands and head into the snow, just to pretend that, maybe, she was finally allowed near an ice block and a buzzing chainsaw.

But no, she still had her block of mahogany, half-finished.



At least it was better than Jane’s new idea of party fun. That chemistry assignment still sat incomplete in Lily’s binder.

A call for presents. Lily waited and sometimes talked to Tristan as everyone approached the pile of gifts to see who was generous enough to remember them. The whole family made themselves known…



...From Julian’s eldest son, Horace…



...to Shark’s youngest daughter, Sheena…



...to Franco’s own little Nellie, a schoolyard bully who Lily had to admit was quite a cutie-pie.



Even Annette opened a box from Bronson; some chocolate-covered ginger bits. She spent the next few days eating them, while Bronson discretely threw away the skimpy briefs that Annette bought him. She got them in black; how ignorant.

Lily was one of the last guests to be called. A large orange box sat right in the center.



“Oh boy, oh boy,” she cheered. Maybe Bronson saved her from having to buy a new leather jacket herself, or grandma had tickets for an all expenses paid-trip to Starlight Shores, but the box was far too big for that; over two feet in length! And Lily picked it up; almost heaving at the 30 pounds of whatever was in there. Nothing shook around, so it was solid.

Regardless of the weight, she tore off the wrapping paper in two seconds, to an undamaged box with red and black ink. A Diamond King 4000 Heavy-Duty chainsaw, one of the best on the market, and the ice sculptor’s top choice in chainsaws.

“Thanks Julian!” she said, right in his direction, but he just shrugged.

“I went chocolate shopping with Bronson and got you some cranberries instead,” Julian said, “Who thought it was a good idea to get a teenager a chainsaw?”

Poor Julian. Lily got her chainsaw anyways, and she ran to the sculpting room once the party showed the slightest sign of dissipating, revving up the chainsaw for the first time to hear the signature Diamond purr as it sliced through ice as easily as if it was an overripe mango. She even read the name engraved on the side, her name. Someone thought of her, probably Bronson...until Bronson gave her his actual gift of more chocolate-covered cranberries. Grandma Annette, until she gave Lily a check to go towards her future university tuition.

It then occurred to Lily to actually check the tag on the wrapping paper.

To: Lily
From: Hannah

Keep doing your thing!


“Holy crap,” Lily whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Hannah wasn’t in the room to hear it, though. Lily turned towards the nursery, where Hannah indeed was.



She was too busy to thank and be apologized to, instead enjoying the smell of nooboo shampoo and her son’s smile and fascination with soap suds, of course. Hannah had a gig the next day as well, and then more childcare. Singing and toddlers, toddlers and singing. Did she have time for her husband between all of that? Heck, where did she even find time to pick out a chainsaw?

Lily woke up early the next morning to find out that school was finally canceled because of the snow, but it was nothing that the Motive Mobile couldn’t plow through. She polished off her ice skates and Bronson’s too, because the ice rink at the park was wide open no matter what school did.

While Lily could run a half-marathon and Bronson got close to benching 200 pounds, approximately his own weight, neither of them had the balance needed to glide across the ice on a thin blade for longer than a couple minutes. Regardless, they both tried to hold on to each other and spin slowly, instead of zooming around in laps and falling over on turns.

She held on to Bronson’s hands tightly, his tough squeeze and big fingers being an all-too-rare feeling. She positioned her skates at a slight angle, until they spun, almost 90 degrees.



With one wrong move of his right foot, Bronson sent both of them crashing on the ice, right on his rear, right of her tummy.

“I mean, we could try skiing,” he said.

“Better yet, doesn’t your mum work at the Bistro?” Lily asked.

“Food again? You really are a teenager.”

“No, I need her to cut me a different sort of deal. Arranging a romantic evening for a special someone.”

“God, Lily, are we even allowed to do that? I look like a creep already.”

“No, silly, not for us.” She caught sight of his beautiful blue eyes, again, as he lifted himself from the ice. “Well, not right now. But right now, I know two people who could use it.”

That night, Hannah fluffed her pillow, but felt something underneath it instead, even though it was nothing thicker than oaktag. She groped around underneath it, until feeling the smooth plastic of a giftcard. The slightly-rougher oaktag. A bit of glitter around the edges of it.

“What is happening now?” Franco said, as Hannah’s movement roused him from his sleep.

“It’s a card.” She finally retrieved it from under her pillow.

Waverly Fine Dining Bistro
200 Simoleons


“Crap, Franco, 200 simoleons to the Bistro? We can almost get the best bottle of nectar there with that.”

From Lily.
To my dad and woman he loves!
Good for one night out, plus childcare from yours truly.


“Can we actually make it happen?” Franco asked, until he read what Lily wrote. “Never mind. Tomorrow night sounds great, love.” He gave Hannah a kiss on top of her head, and slept soundly for the entire night.

While it wasn’t face-to-face confrontation, Lily and Hannah found some appreciation for each other with the exchange of chainsaws and experimental ceviche recipes. The next night, Franco dressed in his best and Hannah got dressed, braving yet another snowstorm for the prize of flavorful food and two glasses of fine nectar.



Franco led the way, entranced by the smooth jazz coming out the door. Yes, it was smooth jazz night! Even Hannah had to admit she liked such strange "artsy" music. Lily made a reservation in their name, for a table right near the bar. The two of them had three hours to relax and enjoy each other as a couple, plus another two when they shared the impulse idea to go to a midnight screening of Beach Glass, a new arthouse film that both critics and Franco could not shut up about.



But with forty minutes left until midnight, the two of them acted like children again, not quite stooping down to playing tag, but they formed a snowman outside of the restaurant.

While Hannah fell asleep out of boredom, resting her head on Franco’s shoulder as he critically watched the film, Lily was stuck with Hephaestus at home.



And as it turned out, he played with The Claw as well as any toddler did. Lily laughed along with him as she tickled his belly. He had a big smile too, with that wide, Bayless mouth. Cute. Thanks to Franco’s lessons, he had simple sentences mastered. So Lily propped Hephaestus up on her hip to hold him up, and had a conversation about the dollhouse. She sat at the other side of the pegbox as he had a perfect run of getting the blocks into the right holes.

Hey, he was family. We Waverlys transcended the idea of blood family from the start, and Hephaestus was just next in line as one of those children who was family in every sense but blood.

You don’t need blood to form bonds, and Hephaestus was one of many to tie himself to the family by merely living with them and being a charmer. Family ties aren’t always made of blood vessels. Just twine in good cases, and barbed wire in others.

I think we had trouble telling apart twine from barbed wire, though.



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« Reply #238 on: June 10, 2014, 10:04:35 PM »
So Lily and Hannah have made their peace...in that special, disjointed Waverly way. :P

And hey, eventually those toddler-handling skills ought to come in quite handy to Lily.

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That was so sweet!  I love that last shot of Lily and Heph.  So cute!

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« Reply #240 on: June 11, 2014, 06:32:41 PM »

Oh, Waverlys. Good to see that Hannah and Lilly found that twine instead of the barbed wire. Nice bunch of townie kids, too. Tristan, in particular, looks like some good genes.

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Just got caught up again, Trip.  This is such a great story!

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« Reply #242 on: June 12, 2014, 12:21:00 AM »
So Lily and Hannah have made their peace...in that special, disjointed Waverly way. :P

And hey, eventually those toddler-handling skills ought to come in quite handy to Lily.

There is no other way! Except I may subvert that too. ;)

Why of course! There weren't enough immortals to hand the toddler care to at that point, after all.

That was so sweet!  I love that last shot of Lily and Heph.  So cute!

It was! They got along pretty well and that was the start of it.

Oh, Waverlys. Good to see that Hannah and Lilly found that twine instead of the barbed wire. Nice bunch of townie kids, too. Tristan, in particular, looks like some good genes.

Tristan indeed had some good genes (like a super-nice nose and his parents' black eyes), and he was one of the only kids at that party who wasn't related to Shark or Franco. :P

Haven't all the Waverly heirs been witches? Their fangs made me think they were, but Lily's initial reaction toward Heph being a witch confused me.

Oh god, have you ever played an inappropriate witch? I did, and he was a menace who casted Love Charms and Toadification Curses whenever I turned my back. I wouldn't let Annette within 100 feet of magical powers after that. The fangs are there simply as an extra visual reminder that they're a little different.

While I had witches later in the dynasty, they were made with artificial means.

Just got caught up again, Trip.  This is such a great story!

Thank you! And thanks for taking the time to catch up. I get wordy very quickly. :P



Chapter 51: Gentle Prod in the Right Direction



On the morning of Lily’s young adult birthday, Lily did nothing beyond not change out of her underwear before going to the breakfast nook for birthday pancakes. Basically, it was like any weekend. Running into Julian, still in his boxers? Still an average weekend.

However, Julian held a white box in his right arm. Now that made it more of a birthday weekend.



“Surprise!” he said, “Thought you might need this as soon as I could get it to you.”

Lily shook the box, but whatever was inside did not move. Its mass was decidedly average, like a beginner’s weight. As unremarkable as she found the package, Lily still tore through the wrapping, wrapped up herself in anticipation over what Julian had for her; a new engine for the chainsaw? A really big chocolate?

Instead, she opened the box to a white megaphone, small enough for a backpack.



“I don’t get this,” Lily said, disgruntled.

“Well, you’re going off to uni soon, right?” Julian asked, “You will need that over there--wait, Lita, leave their child alone.”



Julian had a guest over that night. Lita wallowed in the misery of living away from her partner, but a night in Julian’s bed lifted her spirits a little bit. She forlornly picked up Hephaestus after getting dressed for the morning, and then smiled upon seeing his nose crinkle as he smiled too. What a cutie-pie.



“I know this pretty well by now,” she muttered to herself, grabbing a bottle from the kitchen, “Julian, can we have another?” she asked, almost facetiously, “Your boxers are making me feel things.”

“If Lily doesn’t mind me ducking out early for her birthday party,” he said, with a wink, “But really, he has parents to do that.”

“Nah,” Lily said, “If she makes my little brother happy, I don’t think dad and Hannah will mind.”

“Little brother? Looks like you’re getting used to this.”

“What can I say? He’s too adorable to disown.”

Lily then climbed upstairs and hid the megaphone under her bed. Maybe Bronson would have an idea, when he checked under his bed and found the megaphone, now that he would share that bed with Lily once the night was over.

Franco softened a lot after getting treated to a dinner out, so he patiently listened to Lily’s birthday requests. Casual dress code, not his choice, but okay. Buy The Grind, but Annette already did that when Franco was a teenager. Renovate The Grind, well, that was a bit of a hefty order, until Lily just expressed that she wanted more tables, new stools, and more fog machines.



It all fell into place well. Franco cheered more than his excitable daughter did, but Lily nearly exploded inside. Adulthood, full of university and drinking and, to her chagrin, an actual career, but most of all, full of Bronson.



So while Lily knew better than to blurt out her wish right there and jinx it, she told me what she wished for that day, centuries later when it didn’t matter: after what Franco went through, she just wanted a happy marriage. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if Bronson ended up as a young widower, after all.

While the candles burned and the wax dripped down them, Bronson momentarily forgot to laugh, while Loki already had a head start. Perhaps his new future hit him in the head like a cannonball too.



Of course, Bronson then came to his senses. Birthdays were hilarious!



His future stepmother-in-law agreed too.



Bronson’s laughs resonated the loudest to Lily, among the crowd of her half-siblings and the Jones-Brown kids cheering or laughing. That deep voice and that booming laugh were finally hers. But then, she heard Hannah’s laugh and fixated on how it vibrated, how it came out so shrill, and how it was so uniquely Hannah.

Yep. Lily forgot something with Hannah. Verbal apologies? Was that something family members were supposed to do? Probably.



Before she talked to Hannah, however, Lily had a few special things waiting in the loft upstairs for her. She was done with the mohawk that appalled Franco, done with ripped jeans and bare lips too. She saved a tube of copper-colored lipstick ever since her teen birthday and applied it, finally letting her lips stand out from her pink skin.

Alright. She eradicated any birthday black magic that messed up her wardrobe. Lily almost got down the first step to sit down next to Hannah at the bar, get her a cocktail, and apologize. Then someone squeezed her around the middle, with the force of a bodybuilder.



“Lilypad!” Bronson said, whispering in her ear, “Happy ‘I can woohoo with you all the time now’ day.” Lily squeezed him even harder upon hearing that. Oh yes, he probably had a good birthday present in mind.

“Alright, but I requested some Turmion Kätilöt just for us to dance to, and it’s coming on right after this song,” she said. “Come on. We’re at the club. I have to dance.”

“Aww,” Bronson said, “You know how to make parties bearable.”



So as the cake disappeared and the teenaged guests left for the sake of obeying curfew, Lily and Bronson grooved to “Tirehtööri” and “MTV/DNA” and all of the electronic/metal goodness of the songs. While that happened, Hannah and Franco made a toast and downed a shot each. Lily watched Hannah tip her head back and let the strong juice straight down her throat.

When the last song ended and Bronson didn’t care about the party anymore, Lily pushed her dad off his barstool and took his place, passing the mixologist’s offer of a congratulatory drink, and tried to butter up Hannah before it turned out that Hannah had a plan of her own.

“Lily! You’re all grown up now, and your dad and I had a long talk,” Hannah said.

Taken aback, Lily had no response.

“You’re not in trouble. It’s just a talk I have to have with you,” she continued. “We’re in the area, so I thought I would take you somewhere special.”

“Um, okay?” Hannah grabbed Lily by the wrist, dragging her and her new leather boots on the warehouse floors, nearly throwing Lily into the Motive Mobile and driving on some dirt road, through frozen mud patches and stretched where half the road was overtaken by cattails that grew far past their confines in the swamp. Up to a two-story house with a winding walkway, weathered siding, and the porch lights turned on.

“It’s aunt Carmen’s house,” Lily said flatly. She visited there at least once a week for group study sessions, sitcom marathons, and Super Smash Bros. with her half-siblings.

“It is now, and I have a bone to pick with her for that, but you obviously remember Tay. I mean, it’s hard to think that it was only a few years ago.” Lily nodded.

“Well, this was his house! And I think four or five years ago, or something like that, I broke down crying right to the left of the house after Tay died.”

“Your point?” Lily asked, “You’re almost worse than Gram with this rambling nonsense.”

“I don’t want you to be like me, and I can tell that you won’t. So this is my way of saying congrats for not being so thick in the head and going for some crusty old man instead. I love you dad, and he did so well with you.”

“You really think that?”

“Yes.”

“So you really just described your ex as a crusty old man?”

“Heavens! Lily, I cared about Tay,” Hannah said, “But I have to be honest. Dating older people sucks and I don’t wish that path on anyone.”

“Hey, I’ll take your word for that,” Lily said, “So you really think I turned out well?”

“Honestly, you’re the best kid I’ll ever know, well, tied with my son. You’re talented and good with friends, stubborn and passionate, downright gorgeous, I don’t know how Franco could have asked for a better daughter. I think I always saw those things in you.”

“Disregarding rough starts?”

“I hope we can disregard them.”

Lily nodded and stretched her arms out. “Come on Hannah, you deserve it.”

“A hug? For old me?” She fell right into Lily’s arms.

“Happy birthday, again,” Hannah said. Then Carmen’s car pulled into the little spot marked at the edge of the lot, with the headlines on and shining directly at Hannah.

“Hey! It’s midnight. Get your non-awesome rear off my lawn,” Carmen yelled.

“Ex-cuuuse me?” Hannah asked, hand on her hip, “I’m not the one who bought your ex’s house.”

Lily fled the scene. Truce or no truce, Hannah had to deal with half-sisters herself.



She got her diploma at the next ceremony, graduating with honors. The Jones-Brown siblings offered to throw her a graduation party later that day, mostly just to fill up the guest list for Loki’s own party. And they had a spare bedroom that they gave Bronson the key to.

After filling themselves with carrot sticks and dip, shrimp and cocktail sauce, and other assorted hors d'oeuvres, Lily and Bronson were in the mood to put the spare bedroom to use, but as soon as they fluffed the pillows and settled into the orange sheets that one of the siblings spread out just for them, Loki barged in.

“Shoo,” Lily said, “You gave us the bedroom for tonight. You leave us alone in it.”

“And what is so inappropriate about watching?” Loki said, grinning.

“He has a point, Lil,” Bronson said.

“Don’t agree with him!” Lily snarled.

“So, are you two trying to make a nooboo or something?” Loki asked.

“I’m barely out of high school,” Lily said, “What gave you that idea?”

“Well, your family is really big on making nooboos while Lilith and I took celibacy vows, so I kind of thought that was first on your mind. And getting a job, and doing all sorts of uber-ambitious things.”

Lily death-glared him. “Get out before I put my mum’s special ‘bad customer’ laxatives in your soda.” Loki backed away and shut the door, activating the lock.

“So, you ready?” Bronson asked, trying to put his arm around Lily. She swatted it away and fell onto the pristine, white, never-used pillow.

“I’m too existentially drained for that, Bronson-bear,” she said, weakly. “I have no idea what I want to do. I mean, I like sculpting, but careers? Children?”

“I mean, that’s pretty whacked, but no plans? You’re going to uni! We are. Aren’t you supposed to grow up and find yourself there?” Bronson asked, turning towards Lily.

“Look. Mum, dad, Gram, and Hannah all went for the hell of it. They had no growing to do. They spent two semesters doing keg stands for ‘sociological study.’ We see things a little differently than your family did.”

“Time to switch things up then. We’ll talk in the morning.” Bronson turned out the light to the side of him and fell fast asleep, still digesting some crackers and cheese, or whatever else they had out. Lily lay on her back with her eyes wide open, though, with dreams or nightmares about university. Then it was dreams, when she remembered about Julian’s little gift.

She changed her mind on a lot by the morning. Clear and fresh, the two returned home and finally paid attention to the university welcome kits sitting on the porch.





They just needed a gentle prod in the right direction.

However, while Bronson packed his suitcase, Lily procrastinated. “We’re waiting,” she said bluntly.

“What? Can you just make up your mind for once?” he criticized.

“Silly, it’s just another week. I’m not missing Heph’s birthday.”



Time went by quickly for Hannah and her little boy, and she almost couldn’t lift him to the cake, but after sheer willpower lifted him up, they both blew out the candles with their mightiest or most pathetic blows. At Hannah’s age, every birthday she was at was a gift. As she bitterly put her son down on the floor to watch him grow another foot and a half, she sweetly anticipated what future he had.



He was excited for it too.



And one wardrobe change later, Lily and Bronson weren’t the only ones with an educational future ahead of them.



Hephaestus had arithmetic and his first chapter-books ahead of him.



Lily ran off to something a little more, with her megaphone nestled next to a street art kit and radical new underwear in the corner of her suitcase.



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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 51, 6/12)
« Reply #243 on: June 12, 2014, 12:35:32 AM »
Oh I can't wait to see what Lily and Bronson's University days are like! 

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« Reply #244 on: June 12, 2014, 08:22:57 AM »
Heh. So Julian's gift to Lily was crazy underwear? I think Annette is rubbing off on him. :P

Heph is even more adorable now than he was as a toddler! He's going to make a rather handsome guy, I do believe. Its a shame that Hannah probably won't be around to see it, though. I'd be surprised if she made it to his teen years...

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 51, 6/12)
« Reply #245 on: June 12, 2014, 09:00:28 AM »
I adore Lily's new outfit/hair. It's perfect.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 51, 6/12)
« Reply #246 on: June 13, 2014, 12:14:12 PM »
Replying now because it might be a bit until I can update. I'm really stuck on how to approach Lily's young adulthood because it was too straightforward. ::)

Oh I can't wait to see what Lily and Bronson's University days are like! 

Full of fun and graffiti (gotta put Lily's avant-garde trait to use somehow). They weren't full of drama, but they were fun to play.

Heh. So Julian's gift to Lily was crazy underwear? I think Annette is rubbing off on him. :P

Heph is even more adorable now than he was as a toddler! He's going to make a rather handsome guy, I do believe. Its a shame that Hannah probably won't be around to see it, though. I'd be surprised if she made it to his teen years...

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No, he gave her the megaphone! The underwear was a random thing I thought of listing off.

I actually thought that Heph's least-cute stage was his childhood, which I hope says something good about him when he grows up. ;) While you do have to wait to see it, I can give the spoiler that Hephaestus grew up to be "oh wow I better marry you into the family ASAP" material.

I adore Lily's new outfit/hair. It's perfect.

It's one of my favorite hairstyles, and Lily was the only female immortal in the dynasty who could pull off short hair. She was just a joy to makeover, even though I can trouble settling on outfits because she just looked great in all of them!
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« Reply #247 on: June 13, 2014, 06:06:14 PM »
I actually thought that Heph's least-cute stage was his childhood, which I hope says something good about him when he grows up. ;) While you do have to wait to see it, I can give the spoiler that Hephaestus grew up to be "oh wow I better marry you into the family ASAP" material.

Hmmm, I thought that was where Jo's blonde hair might have come from. ;)

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« Reply #248 on: June 15, 2014, 01:00:42 AM »
Hmmm, I thought that was where Jo's blonde hair might have come from. ;)

Or it's just a way of me expressing how good-looking he turned out. :P



Chapter 52: Pseudo-Heroine



The plane ride to university was always a boring one, and Lily and Bronson’s flight was no exception. They dozed off sharing earbuds, with an armrest up and Lily leaning on his shoulder. Bronson fell asleep fast to the old-school death metal stylings of Morbid Angel, but he forgot that he put his MP3 player on shuffle. Transitioning to more death metal or thrash instead would be welcomed without a reaction, but the music transitioned to a new song that started with a clean guitar line.

“Did my mum troll you?” Lily asked, sleepily, roused from her nap by the softest song in Bronson’s collection.

“I never thought I’d have to admit this to you,” he said.

She almost wanted to stoop to the level of him and Annette with a taunt. Bronson likes a baaallaaaaad. Bronson likes cleeeeaaaan guiiiiitaaa-aaars. But a sip of the weak, airline-issued coffee that the flight attendant gave to Lily cleared her head.

“I mean, it is a nice song,” she said.

“Well, hey, that’s why I keep it!” Bronson said, “‘Things that Crawl at Night.’ Tarot, Spell of Iron, 1986.”

“Can you do that for everything you own?” Lily asked.

“Oh, basically.”

The frost grows on your window at the touch of my icy fingertips
I come to give you a kiss to suck the warmth from your lips
And I just slip away
As the night turns into a new day
Leaving you to lie cold and still in your bed


“Is this basically a break-up song?” Lily asked.

“Fine,” Bronson said, disgruntled, “It is. I mean, it is about being left alone in a relationship. Or something.”

“I hope I never have to use the ‘Bronson likes a ballad that’s a break-up song’ tidbit against you ever,” Lily said, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Play something loud after this; I need to stay awake with seats as awful as these.”



Jet-lagged and tired of cheap airline snacks, the two of them arrived at their tiny, rented house with frowns and smiles, excitement of being on land or hatred of the interior decor.

Before leaving for home, Lily hastily packed her suitcase, grabbing whatever she thought would suit her for university. A denim jacket, another denim jacket, a Halloween-themed t-shirt for bed, and what she thought was new underwear. When she unpacked the corner of her suitcase reserved for underwear, all she had were plain, even somewhat modest, orange briefs. Plenty of orange briefs, and enough to get her through university, but Bronson considered them as titillating as blue jeans.

“Drat,” she said, “That’s not radical.” After stuffing her briefs into the top drawer, Lily loosely pulled her new sheets over the bed, not quite catching the corners and producing wrinkled sheets. She threw the comforter over herself, as she tried to sleep off the jet lag before orientation.

Bronson paced around the little house, keeping Lily awake with his loud footsteps. He sat on the bed, causing the bedsprings to creak with their age.

“What’s gotten into you?” she asked.

“Hey, you know how hard it is to get a Motive Mobile through Customs, right?” he asked.

“No?”

“Well, it’s hard, and we don’t have it.”

“Watchers doing a jig, how could you, Bronson?!” she yelled, immediately springing out of bed, "You expect to study when we actually have to think about sleeping and eating? And do you even know how to cook?”

“Yeah, do you? This is what I get for hooking up with some dynasty girl.”

Both of their phone alarms rang. Orientation was starting. They walked to the commons, stone-faced and separate, until Bronson fell behind and got a good view of the back of her legs, and her shapely calves hugged by knee socks and boots.

“Alright,” he said, cornering Lily when they arrived, “We’ll do okay. Forgive me now?”

“As long as you deliver the goods back at home, love,” she said, her brows lowering as her head schemed.



But while the “away from home” woohoo had to wait, the two of them shared a kiss before the other students poured in.



Bronson may have snuck the street art kit from Lily’s luggage before leaving. Art was her thing, weights and technology were his, but the intoxicating scent of aerosol and paint guided him to create some avant-garde squiggle on the ground. One art student gave him five simoleons for his fine artistic vision. Bronson got a soda with the money and headed downstairs, only to be greeted a stern police officer crossing his arms.

“Are you the street art punk I got a call about?” the officer asked.

“Lily! This officer wants to speak to you,” Bronson said. Surely, the avant-garde mistress of the arts had her own little project going, right? Until he very loudly heard “The name’s Lily and I’m just pleased to meet ya,” distorted over a megaphone.





No, she found other rebellious things to do.



So Bronson admitted defeat for a moment. The handcuffs clanked as they locked around his wrists.

Even with 1,000 simoleons taken away due to fines, Lily came home pleased and with pockets full of college freebies. A plate of burnt waffles sat on the counter.

“I thought I’d make it up to you,” Bronson said.

“So you got arrested and all you had to do was pay a fine from your girlfriend’s massive allowance,” she said, “I just want one thing in return.” Lily quirked her right eyebrow up, while staring in the direction of Bronson’s ripped biceps.



If getting arrested was the wrong way to start university, Bronson very quickly found the right way under the bedsheets.

However, after their first day of classes, Bronson went to the coffee shop for peace and quiet, instead having his peace and quiet intruded by hip college students who ordered obscure brews and loudly chatted about the coolness of their obscure brews. He also took the megaphone off the dresser that morning, how dare he. Lily had a whole studio session in Ceramics III that day, so she wouldn’t miss it, Bronson approached a hapless student, with glasses and dreadlocks, and cleared his throat for a powerful message.

“Shut up!”



Lily arrived to enjoy a cup of tea after an afternoon of sculpting, right as Bronson blasted his words into the poor woman’s face. The woman pushed him away and threatened to throw her hot drink at his face. Which she did, except that she missed and threw it on his pants. Bronson still yelped in pain, as the hot liquid stung his thighs, knees, and unmentionables.

“Okay, that’s just too far,” Lily said to herself. She pushed a crate out from under a couch and grabbed the megaphone that Bronson dropped.



“We need a dang place to study!” she said into the megaphone, “So shut up and be quiet!”

“Hypocrites,” some patrons muttered, then going back to talk about new indie releases that their friends never heard of.

When they got back home, Lily went straight to the bathroom to scrub the hardened pieces of clay from underneath her fingernails, remembering why she was a budding ice sculptor instead. Alas, getting chainsaws through Customs was a nightmare she didn’t want to face. Bronson walked in, unzipped his jeans, and took a leak.

“Okay, we did that wrong,” Lily said, after turning the faucet off.

“I think they overreacted,” said Bronson.

“Yeah, you and Gram would agree on that, but I just want to be heard, and I need to find a better way. Also, did anyone ever tell you about a Waverly Chen here on campus? She’s in Art History with me.”

Bronson zipped his pants back up. “No. Coincidence?”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s quite a name. It would be funny if she actually knew dad or something.”



After the lecture was done the next morning, Lily grabbed Ms. Chen for a conversation. The two of them noticed the shared names, but it struck Ms. Chen for a different reason.

“Ah, I knew the Waverlys. Franco and I had a good laugh about the name, and, you’re his daughter?” she asked. Lily nodded.

“Well, do you know Julian?” Ms. Chen asked.

“Bull? He’s like my best friend,” said Lily.

“I think he could have taught you a lot about protests. I see that megaphone poking out of your bag. You need to yell loudly, but about some vague cause. We still haven’t brought down tuition here.”

“Yeah, but I’m a rich southern girl,” Lily said.

“They don’t need to know that.” Ms. Chen winked. “That secret’s safe with me.”

Protests. Julian never spoke about them, as if it was his equivalent of a shameful phase as a frat boy. But that explained the megaphone, and the paint worn off the button. Julian never used it at home, so his short protesting life must have been a regular thing for his time at university. And she couldn't imagine Julian as actually passionate about the things he protested about. Perhaps Lily had a bit of a performance bug that needed awakening. The mask of a poor uni student affected by tuition rates, and magic to work a crowd into believing it.

Lily wandered on to the quad that night, tightly clutching the megaphone and half-heartedly watching the snow fall and gather around her boots. A singer from the Performing Arts Club drew a small crowd, and two student pelted snowballs at each other beneath the white glow of the tall park lights. An abandoned podium sat near a picnic bench, drawing Lily to it with its rough, DIY-project build and various protest signs stapled to it.

“Good enough,” she muttered. She tapped the mic, amplifying the sound of her tapping through a small speaker setup.

“I paid way too much,” she said into the microphone, “Did you know how much my Gram had to save up?”



“Death to our tuition rates!” Most people were still occupied by the other happenings in the quad.

“I’m not going to stand for that!”



Soon, one man grabbed a sign and started waving it. “My mum took a second job for me to go here,” he said.



“Will you listen to his plight?” Lily asked the crowd, as more signs shot up among the people. Behind her, someone griped about losing an academic scholarship due to one class gone bad. Related enough. Complaints about second jobs, selling their body by posing nude for meager pay at the art studio, or pedaling illicit herbs behind the dorms drove the protest further and further.





The whole cause grew and grew.



Lily was a heroine that morning, and best of all for her, a heroine with a voice and a flair for acting passionate about a cause that she cared nothing about.



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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 52, 6/15)
« Reply #249 on: June 15, 2014, 01:21:08 AM »
Eeeee! That was too funny! She and Bronson just crack me up.  I loved the part about the motive mobile.

 

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