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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 70, 7/21)
« Reply #325 on: July 21, 2014, 02:04:27 PM »
Posting from moderately sunny...Bellevue (took a side-trip to the Seattle area before going to Portland). I can't get wifi anywhere but in the hotel lobby or at coffee places, but I managed to write something and find some downtime to find wifi and post. :D

Ya know what? I like Tegan even more now. :) Everyone has met their version of Bryant at some point or another, and as a woman in a scientific field I can absolutely relate. It's all a matter of how you respond, and it looks like Heph is helping her find her way. These two are simply awesome together!

And enjoy your vacation. :)



As a woman in tech, I haven't seen as much of the Bryant-types, but definitely a lot of being singled out for being the Brave and Strong Woman Working with Computers (tm). It gets infuriating when I want to be seen more as a peer. Either situation does require people to see past gender and at qualifications instead, so Heph is being a good person.

Enjoying it!

I love all the purple that Bronson and Hephaestus wear. Tegan's dresses are also just gorgeous. I love the way you use patterns.

It took me a while to realize that a lot of people in this dynasty liked purple or shades of it. I think it was four in total.

Tegan was really one of the best immortals to design outfits for. Every pattern looks good in blue and white.

Oh my... Poor Tegan!  I want bad bad things to happen to Bryant XD  I've met a few of those kind of people too.

But like anything in the dynasty, it will take a very long time for Bryant to get what he deserves. ;)



Chapter 70: Blue Bow Battlefield



Annette took the trash out one morning, only to see the remains of a MultiTab inside the slightly-translucent bag. Someone shattered the screen of the device horizontally down the middle, as if they bent it over their knee.

“Welp, there goes the warranty.” With the tablet damaged beyond repair, she carried it out to the trash bin. Over the next few weeks after that, she noticed that Hephaestus never used his tablet, and that deliveries of physical copies of the books he once stored on the slim device came to the front door each afternoon. Annette drew her own conclusions and didn’t say a word, especially because he made great progress on mapping the truffle genome without it.



One piece of technology down! Tegan played her dolls with more peace in her mind, though her male doll was still a valiant prince against the scourge of technology and black-hat hacking, and her porcelain-white female doll stood in for her, because little green dolls required a custom paint job. However, her prince had a multitude of battles to protect her other doll against. Criminals, history homework, yellow mustard (a cheap imitation of her true Dijon)…Bryant. Bryant turned out to be as common of a subject as touchscreen devices.

Lily listened in on her daughter’s playtime, but the age for Lily to play with dolls passed long before that. She heard the name “Bryant,” but had no clue about the guy. She was always busy when Tegan came home in tears over the new meanest thing that Bryant did, and Julian dried the worst of them by the time Lily got home from her magician gigs.



Well, she could justify it. The gigs were time-consuming and ever-confusing, especially when the stage hands messed with her props. White rabbit out, toy truck in, still greeted by an amused audience.



Stage intruders persisted.



And sculptures remained riddled with errors. However, Lily had to shift gears when Julian could no longer dry Tegan’s tears. He had some of his own, pent up inside and announced to the family through the town newspaper instead.

Julian and Lita had many children, just as they wanted. Everyone grew older, with the parents enjoying their twilight years and most of their children grown up and forging a path. Some of them moved out to take reigns of their life, two others stayed at home to figure out life, and two others were still in high school and not expected to forge paths until they got older.

It started with Nikita, his youngest. By all accounts, she was a brilliant girl with a strong artistic streak, but her pencil and charcoal moved in straight lines across rulers, drawing angles on paper and details on columns. Nikki spent her time training for the field of architecture. As in many technical passions, a boy her age showed up and made her life miserable. Julian never learned his name. But in his eyes, that design was subpar, those arches were outdated, and her flat nose and lean jawline made her too ugly to get hired anyways. Time went on, and Julian’s spinelessness rubbed off on Nikita in a hard way. The same boy asked for a kiss. She leaned in, fearing something worse instead.

He also was an extremely reckless driver, even when alone, but he barely cared about Nikita as a passenger either, made all the more worse when he swerved and hit another car. The passenger’s side took the impact. Nikita, dead on arrival.

Julian got the news as he was going to bed. He came into work the next morning on no sleep, thanks to celebrity gossip and speculation over the military’s next big project. Missing that could cost him his reputation and the future of his long-held job. He made the funeral arrangements in between interviews and ordered flowers on his brief lunch break. He set up the funeral for a weekend so that he couldn’t be called into work. And even disregarding how work beat down on Julian at all hours, he still trudged through the pain of burying his own child.

For the following few weeks, he went to work and locked himself in his bedroom straight afterwards. The sculpting studio was sent into a hush, as Hephaestus and Lily practiced without conversation. Annette kept a vigil outside of Julian’s bedroom door, in case he needed an emergency intervention. One weekend, he emerged with no work that day. His once close-cut hair bordered on shaggy, and his maintained stubble grew into a wild proto-beard. Somehow he stayed on the news with it. Without any obligation to dress in his suit-jacket, Julian wore no clothes but his boxers. Annette greeted him with a shy wave. He socked her straight in the nose.

Code Aqua she texted to Lily, using one hand. The other pinched her nose, in hopes of stemming her nosebleed.

While Annette assessed her own damages (nothing broken), Lily knocked on Julian’s locked door thrice, guarding her face just in case he still had ideas. He stepped out and clenched his fists, only to see Lily at the door in her orange jacket. He relaxed his grip.

“Oh,” he said.

“I think that someone needs me,” she said.

“Perhaps, perhaps,” he sighed, as he led Lily to the side of bed for a seat. His bedsheets were unmade.

“You’re a wreck,” said Lily.

“I know. I don’t like being helpless in these things. I…I could have stopped him. That waste of swamp gas could have regretted ever knowing us. I just didn’t take a stand.” He buried his face into his palms. “It’s just my fault.”

At that point, Lily left her lifelong friend cry into her shoulder, letting the disheveled old man lean on her for support while she rubbed the side of his arm. He stayed that way until he had no more breath and no more tears, and when a big wet patch of saline and snot was on her jackeet’s shoulder.

“Fight like hell for your own,” he said, “And bring me something to eat.”

After bringing Julian a plate of stuffed French toast and a spork that he couldn’t harm him or anyone else with, Lily took the “fight like hell” advice to heart, but how? Did Tegan battle something beyond her mother’s senses? Lily tried to tell herself that as she sculpted and worked illusions for the weekend, until she found herself at home one afternoon, and suddenly with a crying Tegan running into her embrace.

“Peapod, what happened at school?” she asked. Tegan told the story about Bryant, the jerk in her math class. He pulled out the ribbon to one of her braids that day, and wrote a vulgar message on her math homework. She trembled and admitted to her teacher that she did it, biting her lower lip and refraining from not violence, but being a snitch. That was enough to drive Lily to apologize to Tegan for not noticing sooner, and for her to find the number of Bryant’s father.

“Hello, Virgil?” The call went straight to message. “This is Lily Waverly, from across town. Yeah, your son is constantly bullying and harassing my daughter. She comes home crying every day because of it. Now, do you want that to continue? If you let it happen, I just want you to remember that I’m an amateur marathon runner with a collection of chainsaws and pyrotechnic equipment. My husband can bench three of you and he has all of the codes to Simnation’s weapons arsenal. If your son lays another hand on my little Tegan, you will wake up a carpet-bombed house and with me standing over you with my best chainsaw. Hope it’s clear.”

Naturally, Virgil took Lily’s threat as genuine and marched the recording straight to the police station. She fessed up and accepted her 60 days of community service (could have been worse without grandma’s bribe money), and was put in her place. Meanwhile, Bryant slammed Tegan's head into her desk, and Lily’s work was not over. But it meant for a more peaceful, pragmatic path.



Mr. Keon Whelohff taught many of the math classes at the town’s school. After a chase around town, Lily cornered him at the consignment shop where he always searched for second-hand textbooks (but not hair clippers). Normally, he would grumble about parents approaching him, them horrified at how their angel could possibly fail his tests, and them demanding that he change the grade. But once he saw Lily’s rainbow skin, he knew that wasn’t the issue.

“Keon, we’ve been friends with your family for a while,” she said, “Why aren’t you doing anything about my daughter?”

“What’s left? She’s an excellent student,” said Keon.

“Bryant Moreno. He’s constantly bullying Tegan, and I know she wouldn’t lie about this. She cries about it every afternoon.”

“He must be good at choosing when to d this. I’ll watch better tomorrow. Anything else, Mrs. Waverly?”

“Nope. Can’t be late for trash pick-up duty either,” she said, “Have a good day.”

“You too. Congrats on the happy marriage.” He looked at his bare fingers and sighed.

Once Keon had a day of observations, never stepping out or taking his eye off Tegan and Bryant, he observed him slamming her head into the desk and immediately sent Bryant to the principal’s office and worked with his schedule to put him in a different class. Bryant got a three-day suspension, Tegan got a few gold stars and a friendly hug from Mr. Whelohff for putting up with the kid for so long, and she was in peace at school.



And there was yet another person dashed from her list of things to defend all that is good against. She rode her toy horse for the heck of it.



Mostly because she looked at the birthday cake for herself, and Annette told her that, considering how big she and Bronson were built, she’d be far too big to ride the toy horse after her birthday. And then Annette started laughing.



It wasn’t enough to decimate Tegan’s wish, though.



Or her lung capacity.



The last of Tegan’s childhood was spent supported and loved, even by the party guests, and even as good old Tristan cheered more than her laughing father did, but that was life. Then it was time for the next part of it.



Though once the sparkles started to engulf Tegan in another dose of euphoric birthday magic, she worried about one thing. “Oh no, what if Bryant crashed the party?” she asked. Then the doorbell rang.

“Bryant, Bryant who?” Annette asked the new guest at the door. Tegan ran back to the closet in order to get dressed. And she clung to her ribbons and bows even harder, finding a big blue one for her tied-back hair.



Bryant’s dad gave in a tiny bit and made him bring Tegan a gift, which was just a gift card to the bookstore, but she appreciated it. She bit her big lower lip and waved to the still-tiny Bryant to thank him.



Posing for Julian was a lot more important, though, because life started to stabilize for him too.



They kept at the sculptures all night.





Julian’s life went back to normal at both of his homes.



And for Tegan, not much changed about her, though she spent much more time at the dollhouse after Bryant celebrated his birthday and showed up on the attendance list for her Literature class. She super-glued her bow together so he couldn’t undo it, and took a seat some columns away from him. She needed to cling to the few remaining passions she safely had.



She pretended that her green-clad doll wore a lilac sweater instead, and then went upstairs to learn about gears and widgets from her real lilac prince.



Word Count for this chapter: 1,971
Word Count so far: 118,442

Julian's youngest child, Nikita, really did die as a teen. How sad! Mostly because she had a super-nice blend of her parents' genes, but I never got any pictures of her either. The rest was me embellishing the story.

I can't exactly go into game while on vacation either, so you have to live with the missing CAS shot of Tegan. And for the same reasons, no Roaring Heights chapters (I have to seriously get on that once I'm back home, because one certain part of that story and one certain part of the actual dynasty need to catch up and be told at the same time, and I have a lot of RH ground to cover before that point).

Keon was the son of Rosy Whelohff and Shamus Drudge. He had his dad's lovely blue eyes and his mum's hideous profile. He also worked as a consignment shop attendant and will make a few more appearances. ;)
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 70, 7/21)
« Reply #326 on: July 21, 2014, 02:56:55 PM »
Bellevue is about half an hour south of my house depending on the traffic on I405. Hope you're enjoying yourself. I'm enjoying your story. Bullies are hard to deal with and schools still don't do enough to help.



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« Reply #327 on: July 21, 2014, 03:24:18 PM »
How heartbreaking for Julian and Lita. :( I really, really hate it when story progression does that.

Lilac prince. That makes me smile. :)

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 70, 7/21)
« Reply #328 on: July 21, 2014, 03:45:48 PM »
Can't believe he had the nerve to come to her party!  Good thing papa doesn't know about this XD  I'd hate to see him get arrested.  And it's probably a good thing the Sims aren't actually violent for some of the stuff the game does lol

Oh Heph...  A lilac prince indeed!  And I still love Julian.  It's so sad that he lost a teenage daughter!  Bad story progression, bad!

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 70, 7/21)
« Reply #329 on: July 21, 2014, 08:23:21 PM »
Tegan is even more gorgeous as a teen! She's just going to keep getting prettier, isn't she? :) And it's good to know that Bryant will get his comeuppance.

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« Reply #330 on: July 24, 2014, 06:12:11 PM »
I live about ten minutes from Bellevue! Hope you escaped before the rain hit. I'm not a fan of the pinched philtrum and tubercule, but Tegan is pretty darn cute. I may have to steal borrow her clothing aesthetic for one of my Sims it's so gorgeous.
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« Reply #331 on: July 24, 2014, 08:05:34 PM »
Posting from overcast Portland now.

Bellevue is about half an hour south of my house depending on the traffic on I405. Hope you're enjoying yourself. I'm enjoying your story. Bullies are hard to deal with and schools still don't do enough to help.

I enjoyed it. It's a lovely place and I hope to return one day!

Yeah, I've had m own bad experiences with bullying in schools. Massachusetts started cracking down it a little too late for me to benefit. Sigh. :( (Though I obviously hope that it helps many other victims)

How heartbreaking for Julian and Lita. :( I really, really hate it when story progression does that.

Lilac prince. That makes me smile. :)

I was very mad at the game for nixing Nikita like that! She wasn't the only victim to story progression, but losing her saddened me the most. I wanted her genes!

Can't believe he had the nerve to come to her party!  Good thing papa doesn't know about this XD  I'd hate to see him get arrested.  And it's probably a good thing the Sims aren't actually violent for some of the stuff the game does lol

Oh Heph...  A lilac prince indeed!  And I still love Julian.  It's so sad that he lost a teenage daughter!  Bad story progression, bad!

That little snot! A lot of people liked showing up to Waverly parties. At least he didn't cause much trouble there.

Tegan is even more gorgeous as a teen! She's just going to keep getting prettier, isn't she? :) And it's good to know that Bryant will get his comeuppance.

She was beautiful, and got better as a young adult, yes. Bryant will get what he deserves, but in due time. Nothing happens instantly when you're a Waverly.

I live about ten minutes from Bellevue! Hope you escaped before the rain hit. I'm not a fan of the pinched philtrum and tubercule, but Tegan is pretty darn cute. I may have to steal borrow her clothing aesthetic for one of my Sims it's so gorgeous.

Yes, I escaped the rain...right into Portland's rain. Tegan and company did have weird mouths (as you can see even better when I need to make Jo angry or surprised). Borrow the aesthetic all you want! I actually recycled hers from one of my Life State Dynasty heiresses. ::)



Chapter 71: Trauma Conga Line



“Bryant’s back in town,” Tegan said one afternoon to her mother, “Though I think that he’s fine with girls reading.”

“Gram, you know what to do,” Lily told Annette later that night.

“Spike her orange juice?”

“The other thing.”



As awful as Bryant was, as much as he was likely still a misogynist hiding behind his (admittedly fantastic) talents as a programmer and mathematician, his bad traits did give Tegan more of grandma Annette’s piping hot and sweet baked angel food cake for breakfast. She felt pity for Tegan and had a store of it in the fridge waiting for her. However, it didn’t stop Annette from dishing out rude remarks like she dished out home fries at the diner. Spring came around and love was in the air.

“Maybe he likes you,” she taunted.

“Oh please.” Tegan rolled her eyes. “He’s misguided and I hope he turns around, but he doesn’t like me like anything. Who does?”

“So? I bet my husband said loads of bad things about me before leading me into his bed for, well, things that will come later for you. Whether it’s Bryant or one of those Whelohff boys.” She held her tongue, for the first time in a while, before the name of Hephaestus escaped. Let that happen naturally, she thought, as she dreamed about the wedding of her darling porcelain doll to the older lilac lunatic.

But for Annette, there were other weddings to inappropriately bother the household about.

“It’s almost Love Day,” Annette told Julian one morning, “You’ve been talking about finally tying the knot and what better time to do it?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk with her about it tonight. I did pick out my tux, I think. But what if it looks wrong?”

“Uncle Bill didn’t wear a tux when we got married. Stop fretting over it. Just set a date with her. Exchange rings right there if you like. I don’t give a crap.”

She cooked one less meal that night. And then, about an hour before midnight, the door to Julian’s room slammed and the lock clicked in place. He didn’t come downstairs for a midnight snack or a midnight sculpt-a-thon, and he didn’t even go to work the next morning. Code Aqua was texted to Lily again.

“You poor thing,” she said after cracking the door open. Annette picked the lock for her. Julian, again, missed a day of shaving, though he kept most of his formal suit on. His jacket and white shirt were wrinkled, and he took off his pants, wearing his best jacket with a pair of boxers in need of a wash.

“I know I am,” Julian sighed, “I’m ready to die at this point.”

“I don’t even know what happened.”

“Grab the paper.”

Lily read the fresh newspaper on the porch, and picked out a headline. Good-Bye Julian: Telecaster Retires. No, it couldn’t have been that. She turned to the obituaries and was hit in the face by the first listing. Angelita Coddle, 95. Lily didn’t even read the cause of death or who she was survived by. She ran upstairs as if she was starting a marathon, and gave Julian a bigger hug than she ever gave Bronson.

“I’m so sorry about that,” she whispered, letting Julian lean over her shoulder to cry it out.

He let out all of the tears and saline in his body before letting go of his grip on Lily. “It was a bad evening.”



Not that it started out bad. He exited work with a small award in his pocket, for Anchor of the Year, following his excellent coverage of the new space program (which made for a lot of interviews on Bronson’s behalf; he kept asking why he had to dress up for his own housemate to question him). The office threw him a party at lunchtime, complete with red velvet cake, catered finger sandwiches, and tiny pieces of toast with bruschetta. Lita and the family prepared him a healthy salad back at their new-ish home, at the old Rotter residence.



He also got to throw the confetti out of his pockets and retire with a little more peace in his mind, as opposed to biting “oh god I failed” horrors running through his frantic mind.



So instead of failure, he planted a smooch on Lita and prepared to ask her about wedding dresses, or about seeing Franco for some advice about one. But a knife hit a wooden cutting board in a rapid pace, making pieces of shredded lettuce for the salad the family had planned.

“I hope you don’t mind some guests,” Lita said, looking over at a few non-Coddles getting themselves some water before supper. Felix Kindle and Emma Ball were there, meaning that Julian had no escape from his housemates’ families after all.

“As long as your mum isn’t here,” Julian said. He didn’t need his future mother-in-law having an opinion.

Julian changed into something more comfortable than his coat. The family sat down at the dining room table, which seated four. Their guests could pull up a barstool if they needed to get off their feet. Julian ate a third of his salad before looking over at his beautiful Lita again.

“Honey, we’ve been engaged for a while,” he said, “The landlady has given her blessing. Wanna get hitched?”

“I’ve had a white dress picked out for ages,” Lita said, “And the kids are all grown up. Why not?”

“Tonight?”

“Have a headache. Tomorrow.”



Tomorrow was simply too late.

Lita had a headache, but instead of being a little stress headache, it was something along the lines of a giant tumor choking her, or an aneurysm shooting her down in an instant. Whatever the investigation said later was irrelevant, as Lita floated off the ground to meet the Grim one.



Julian mourned, though just for a few minutes. When the first whiff of black smoke hit him, he bolted out the door, unable to face Grim again, not even for his would-be wife.

“I feel like crap for that,” he told Lily, “I want a spine.”

“You don’t need a spine. You were always there for Lita when she was living, and she knows what kind of person you are, doesn’t she?”

“One who could be better.”

“Can I get you something to eat?” Lily asked. He shook his head no. She still went downstairs for a breakfast of her own, only to be greeted by the quiet sound of screws being unscrewed and the static of a broken speaker.



Bronson squatted and fixed the speaker, again, with it still plugged in. Mortified, Lily ran and disconnected the plug from the socket and gave her husband a kiss on the top of the head.

“Never again,” she breathed, “Not even if you’re old.”

Love Day loomed over the household, and Julian still drew the blinds to the windows in his room and buried himself in his down-stuffed comforter. Franco put himself up on dating sites, with little success even if he lied about his weight. Annette didn’t care about love. Lily and Bronson still had each other. Hephaestus avoided the calls from his French mistress ever since he first lead her into the master bedroom of their cottage along the river. Tegan searched for prom dresses, and prayed to the watchers above that she could get away with going to prom by herself.

She still was in Mr. Whelohff’s math classes, and she asked him if he could relay a message to either of his two nephews that she was interested. They both had dates. She asked close to everyone she knew that was interested in girls, even a few other girls in spite of not sharing that interest. All of them had dates or just were not interested. Tegan returned to Mr. Whelohff, desperate to make someone’s night by being their companion rather than go stag.

“Please, Mr. Whelohff, is there anyone else?”

“Listen, Tegan, you know that there is someone else,” he said, “But you and I both don’t want him near you.” Of course, that someone else was Bryant. He turned off all of the girls and gay boys in class with his attitude, and even the adult chaperones wanted to stay 10 feet away from him.

“That is pretty lonely. Maybe we can reconcile, and be friends,” Tegan said.

“Oh why do I have to deal with this?” Mr. Whelohff muttered, “I guess it is your life.”

“Are you going to ask Ms. Kindle out? You said something about liking her, and my grandpa says that she’s single.”



“I guess they’re estranged from each other. No, she’s taken and I’m very happy for her.” He sighed at his bare hands again. “One of these days…”

Tegan barely slept that night, even though she had the privilege to sleep in thanks to a day off from school and Love Day. Bryant was going to be lonely at prom, and he was going to the event. She spotted him at the salon getting fitted for a suit after school. What sort of evil person wouldn’t intervene in such a case, even for an old enemy?



Regardless, she went to the Spring Festival with those questions unanswered. Julian moped, and everyone except for him and Hephaestus was content with their romantic situation. Maybe Tegan could cheer her lilac prince up, flip the gender roles and be the princess who saved him from a crappy Love Day. She could kiss those thin lips if she was older and taller, but at that point, the top of her head fit snugly under Heph’s chin and the soft hairs of his beard if they hugged, and he mastered four different levels of calculus while she was stuck with trigonometry. So she would probably engage in a chaste dance with him, even though he detested the popular music that played over the intercom.



Hephaestus found a different solution, and way to experiment. Francisco, Julian’s illegitimate son, blew a kiss in his general direction. Well, Francisco’s mother was pretty, right? Maybe Hephaestus could use him as a crutch until he found truer love.



So he tried. Francisco melted into the kiss, while Hephaestus stiffly stuck with it.



“Yeah, I’m not gay,” he told Francisco, putting five simoleons in the tip jar regardless.

“Suit yourself,” Francisco replied. Julian cried in the distance, not at his son liking men. That was fine. Charging for kisses to pay the bills wasn’t so fine.



Lily and Bronson changed into clothing more comfortable and danced to the same song that they went steady to so many years ago, attempting to replicate the moves. It likely knocked Lily’s vertebrae out of alignment and into a chiropractor’s nightmare, but the two of them were taken back to their prom night, with Tegan jealously watching. She wanted that, and everybody deserved the feeling of holding a dance partner. Even Bryant, as much as the thought of him in the same room as a girl shook up the remnants of breakfast in her stomach.



Oh well. Hephaestus practiced his aim with throwing horseshoes, and even in a spring rain-shower, she was eager to join him for a short period of time.

For a while, everyone was occupied.



Bronson spun Lily around to the next ten songs on the playlist.



Franco and Annette practiced for future immortal gnubb tournaments.



And Tegan, well, letting go of childhood was tough for her, okay?

She also received a text from Bryant, odd as she never gave him her number, and his demeanor towards her took a sharp turn from childhood.

Your legs are beautiful like wow
Stop going for bad boys. They just want anorexic hussies
I’m a nice guy

She responded from the top of the jungle gym. I’m busy.

Lol you’re just gonna get dumped you—

She stopped reading at the seven insults he threw at her after that.



“You okay?” Hephaestus asked, “I feel a bad presence in you, peapod.”

“Exactly that,” she mumbled.

“Come down from there.”

“Make me.”

“Oh man, I’m going to be so lonely down there, dancing by myself. Who would let me live like this?” he moaned, mockingly.

“Alright,” Tegan said, with a chuckle.



They could do better than the elders, so why not dance?



Neither of them knew how to dance. They both stepped on each other’s feet, bare feet against kitten heels or the worse reverse. They both fell on their rears multiple times, slipping on the sick floor in the rain or attempting a move beyond their abilities.



“You know, you’d make for a pretty good…chaperone,” Tegan said, biting her tongue for a second before saying “date.”

“I don’t like those types of things,” he said, “But you’ll be a good date for someone. Someone nice, I hope. I don’t want our lovely peapod to be the world’s chew toy.”

“What if it’s for the greater good?” she asked.

“Not even for that.” A synthesized buzz, the intro to a new song, played over the speakers. “I can kind of tolerate this one. Let’s dance.”



The whole family danced for the rest of the night, partnered or alone. Hephaestus and Tegan slowed down their pace and moved and made fewer mistakes. Bronson and Lily worked up a sweat that still couldn’t kill their woohoo drive for the night.

Tegan slept soundly that night, but Hephaestus stayed awake, looking at pictures of curvy pin-ups alongside his newest research into genetics. Whatever, who didn’t like models and cell biology? Bronson walked into his room at that moment.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bronson asked.

“Appreciating.”

“I warned you about this before she was born. I’m saying it again. Not a hand on my daughter. Not an insane hand on her.”

“We weren’t slow-dancing or anything.”

“I know everyone in this house well, boy,” said Bronson, “My daughter is not your plaything. You let her romance naturally, even if it is some high school kid. She’s lovely, but I’m a tough man. I’m all for toughening her up through mistakes.”

“I’m not doing a thing. Maybe I sensed a bad aura on her last night.”

“And if you decide to pounce on her when she’s legal and I’m dead and gone, get your defective mind checked out first before I summon a tank from the afterlife to your exact location. If you get yourself checked out, it will just be an angry new recruit instead.”

“Fine, Mr. Curious, fine. Let me sleep.” Hephaestus plopped down on the pillow, dressed in his finest heavy coat and boots.

“I just don’t want her to get hurt, that’s all,” he said under his breath, before the motion-activated lights dimmed and shut off.



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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 71, 7/24)
« Reply #332 on: July 24, 2014, 08:23:25 PM »
Oh Heph is just too cute!  I love how close he and Tegan are.  Eeek, interesting threats there Bronson.

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« Reply #333 on: July 24, 2014, 08:33:34 PM »
Mean-spirited though Bronson may be, he loves his daughter and will protect her at any cost. Perhaps he realizes that, should Tegan choose Heph as her partner, she will inevitably be faced with a terrible hurt when he passes away long before she does.

Bryant as a real piece of work, isn't he? I'm glad that Tegan at least has Heph to (ironically) keep her sane. :P

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« Reply #334 on: July 25, 2014, 12:34:16 AM »
Bryant can seriously go fall in a hole and stay there until the Reaper comes for him.  >:( What a jerkwad.

Seriously, Bronson, don't you remember Nikita from the last chapter back? Hephaestus is perfectly fine and ideal in comparison to I'm-Surprised-He-Doesn't-Come-Complete-With-A-Trilby Bryant.

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I really, really like Tegan. Like her face and her skin colour and her look. She's so cute!



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« Reply #336 on: July 25, 2014, 11:34:53 AM »
Stop going for bad boys. [...] I’m a nice guy

 :o Red flag, red flag! Gee Trip, you write horrible teenagers a little too well.

Tegan and Heph on the other hand are adorable :D . Lily and Bronson have nothing on them and that's really saying something. More Tegan screenshots, please!

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« Reply #337 on: July 25, 2014, 05:39:56 PM »
Just caught up on this story.  Three things:  Oh my goodness!  You were in my hometown for your vacay?!!!  I hope you had fun.  So now you're back and missing what's going on in Eugene this weekend which is a HUGE fairy convention.  I get to miss it too, darn it.

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“I’ve been seeing double, lately,” Hephaestus said.

“Yeah, I do too when I binge a whole series on Netflix. It’s called focusing, dear,” she said."

Have you been peeking in our windows at night?  Round the clock episodes of House till we couldn't even keep our eyelids open with toothpicks, and now we've become Whovians.

Third:  I think you are the best writer here and that's saying something because there are so many good ones.  You definitely have a way with words and a great command of the language and it's idioms.  I love the pictures but what you write under and above them makes them come alive.  I have a personal problem with vampires or things that look like vampires, but you have managed to actually make them cute.  Tegan is beyond adorable and the crazy members are perfect.  Makes me want to try insane sometime.  Do write a book, please.
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« Reply #338 on: July 25, 2014, 10:29:56 PM »
Oh Heph is just too cute!  I love how close he and Tegan are.  Eeek, interesting threats there Bronson.

Bronson has an army at his hands! He better use his arsenal wisely. ;)

Mean-spirited though Bronson may be, he loves his daughter and will protect her at any cost. Perhaps he realizes that, should Tegan choose Heph as her partner, she will inevitably be faced with a terrible hurt when he passes away long before she does.

Bryant as a real piece of work, isn't he? I'm glad that Tegan at least has Heph to (ironically) keep her sane. :P

Funny how Heph can defy his own mind like that. He's insane, but he's more than functional, especially for the darling peapod.

Bryant can seriously go fall in a hole and stay there until the Reaper comes for him.  >:( What a jerkwad.

Seriously, Bronson, don't you remember Nikita from the last chapter back? Hephaestus is perfectly fine and ideal in comparison to I'm-Surprised-He-Doesn't-Come-Complete-With-A-Trilby Bryant.

Seriously, Tegan-sweetie, he's so not worth your time like that.

I really considered re-shooting any future scene with Bryant so I could make him over with a trilby and neck-fuzz. But the game just gave him normal, hat-free hair. :( He was more of a "bland jerk" during the game than a neckbeard.

He really can fall into a hole, but nothing stops for the family that quickly.

I really, really like Tegan. Like her face and her skin colour and her look. She's so cute!

The cutest! Just wait until she's all grown up. ;)

:o Red flag, red flag! Gee Trip, you write horrible teenagers a little too well.

Tegan and Heph on the other hand are adorable :D . Lily and Bronson have nothing on them and that's really saying something. More Tegan screenshots, please!

I forget how short it has been since I've been in high school. Teens are the worst, though it took Bryant a long while after that to be tolerable.

I'll share all that I have! In due time. ;)

Just caught up on this story.  Three things:  Oh my goodness!  You were in my hometown for your vacay?!!!  I hope you had fun.  So now you're back and missing what's going on in Eugene this weekend which is a HUGE fairy convention.  I get to miss it too, darn it.

Second:  "
“I’ve been seeing double, lately,” Hephaestus said.

“Yeah, I do too when I binge a whole series on Netflix. It’s called focusing, dear,” she said."

Have you been peeking in our windows at night?  Round the clock episodes of House till we couldn't even keep our eyelids open with toothpicks, and now we've become Whovians.

Third:  I think you are the best writer here and that's saying something because there are so many good ones.  You definitely have a way with words and a great command of the language and it's idioms.  I love the pictures but what you write under and above them makes them come alive.  I have a personal problem with vampires or things that look like vampires, but you have managed to actually make them cute.  Tegan is beyond adorable and the crazy members are perfect.  Makes me want to try insane sometime.  Do write a book, please.

Nope, I'm still in Portland, though I'm more interested in urban hiking and coffee.

I based the Netflix line off my own experiences. I saw double too after binging on Breaking Bad. Nice to see that you're in a similar boat.

Then the Waverlys should look fine, because I used the werewolf fangs on them, not the vampire ones. ;) Thanks for the compliments! You have some writing chops too, but I'm very bad at commenting and worse at commenting through PM. One of these days. ::)

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« Reply #339 on: July 26, 2014, 01:19:56 PM »
Wow, Bryant makes me happy I never had to go to school before college... on the other hand, Tegan and Hephaestus are incredibly adorable! I hope things do work out for them. Looking forward to the next update!

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« Reply #340 on: July 27, 2014, 10:02:11 PM »
Wow, Bryant makes me happy I never had to go to school before college... on the other hand, Tegan and Hephaestus are incredibly adorable! I hope things do work out for them. Looking forward to the next update!

Nah, there are a lot of great people you can meet in high school too, and plenty of jerks in college. Something will work out of them, but there needs to be a convoluted story behind it or else I wouldn't write it. ;)



Chapter 72: The Bass



Lily woke up to a beautiful spring morning, with a chickadee and a cicada battling in a nearby tree for the loudest song. She rolled over, hoping to give Bronson a good morning squeeze, but his half of the bed was unmade and empty.

“It’s his day off. The crap?” she asked herself.

She came downstairs to the foyer and a beaten-looking Bronson and Franco. The latter held his hand over a black eye and a nosebleed, and the former doubled-over in pain around his core.

“What the hell, guys?” Lily asked, “You’re both elders. Act your age.”

“He expressed a very strong opinion,” Franco said, “But we should put it past us. Bronson?”

“Sure,” he sneered.

“Honey, what was that all about?” Lily asked, after she got breakfast out of the fridge for the two of them.

He could have told her. It was about Hephaestus. It was about something that would turn Lily’s stomach inside-out. But the night before, she griped about how stressed out she was about the lack of magician gigs around town, and how she still felt like she had no time to sculpt or spend time with her daughter or just enjoy herself in some way. Bags formed under her eyes.

“…He had a pretty awful remark about the military,” Bronson said, after hesitation.

“That’s pretty out-of-character for him.”

“Your gram got him drunk, I think. We’ll leave him alone.”

Lily accepted the explanation, just to keep her sanity for that morning. Perhaps she could wait out the lack of work by taking a vacation to France, especially because Bronson accumulated vacation days over the years, and after exams were over for Tegan, missing school didn’t mean missing much for her. Plus, the sculpting stations in the garden still stood, right?

They left the elders that weren’t Bronson behind in Twinbrook, to perfect their own crafts, and so Annette wouldn’t be left alone, and so she wouldn’t get drunk off nectar and embarrass the family in France either.



Hephaestus, in his boxers for once, managed to fill in a fraction of that void. Much to Tegan’s joy. Even Lily smiled at the beautiful, lean muscle of her step-brother, but just in appreciation.



Hephaestus needed his boxer shorts to catch Lily’s attention, while Bronson’s jeans and plaid shirt were all that she needed to attack him with a kiss and her tongue. The other two diverted their line of vision away from Lily and her old soldier making out on the lawn, or they breathed a sigh of relief that at least it wasn’t Annette, hammered enough from overpriced plane juice to mistake Julian for Bill, and making out with him on the lawn.



“Ain’t that cute?” Tegan asked, when her dad caught her mum in a moment of passion.

“Yeah,” Hephaestus sighed, “I used to have a girl like that. She’s still here, I think.” He tried calling Bianca that morning, but after a few French curses, she hung up on Hephaestus and he shrugged before heading to some solo sculpting practice, as Julian complained about feeling his age back at home.



Tegan procrastinated, until Hephaestus almost threw a blowtorch at her head, straight for the bow. “You have to work too,” he said.

“Yeah, inventing.”

“You still like it, right? I hope you do, because you have a gift. It’s a silvery part of your glow that won’t leave no matter how much you hate tech.”

“I still like it, I hope. It’s just physics, and it always will be?” she asked. He took pity on Tegan’s unsure inflection.

“If that’s what you’re comfortable with, it’s just physics.”



As Hephaestus promised, it was just physics. Just bonded metals and moving parts moving other parts by their mass and momentum. Tegan welded and hammered until physics made a crank or a lever set off a chain reaction.



Physics also hurt, but while a lot of things hurt Tegan and turned her off to them entirely, the smooth metal called to her purported silvery glow. She bandaged up her bruised thumb and continued until the first prototype for a floor hygienator sat on the bench, with a clockwork-based timer that dispersed bursts of peppermint oil into the air at intervals.



Meanwhile, Bronson got up to old antics.

“Sacre bleu!” the young Frenchman blurted, “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s how we say ‘hello’ back in Simnation,” Bronson said, lying. “It’s how we enjoy freedom from overpriced coffee over there.”



Lily made sure to acknowledge that the old man still had a lot left in him.

“I was thinking,” Lily said, leaving Bronson to finish the sentence.

“A little romp back home?” he replied.

“Later. I’ll need a coffee first, you know, and I don’t care if we’re rich. I’m not paying 10 for two coffees and a pastry to split, am I?”

“We gotta do this ourselves, don’t we?” Bronson asked.

“You know the drill.”



Bronson decided to ignite the plaza with his words



What he didn’t know was that a lot of Champs Les Sims was getting ignited, in many different ways.



Yes, the two young ones did their best to keep that a secret.



They had a lot of time to fight the fire on the lawn. Bronson drew a sizable crowd, though the topic quickly shifted from prices to the defective espresso machine that underexposed the beans and made uninspiring, weak espresso that wasn’t worthy of the divine, fresh-baked croissants offered for the same, jacked-up price.

The barista came out and threw a tantrum over how that was just how the machine was made. Bronson pointed out the design flaws and kicked the barista to the ground for laughs.

Bronson, after making sure that the grumbling barista at the café gave everyone discounts on croissants that night while the espresso machine was being assessed, shot a nasty look at another blond Frenchman. This one was no older than Tegan, outspoken about bad coffee, and had the smoothest voice and accent that he ever heard.



His nasty look turned out to be one of shock and horror, as he then noticed the big blue eyes and the slender build.

“Oh, for the love of god.” He still got a nighttime pastry for him and Lily, though, while his face contorted with disgust over what he just saw. He pushed his small plate with the croissant away, crossing his arms.

“You noticed that blond kid, right?” Lily asked. She must have been psychic.

“Good lord, yeah,” Bronson said, “The dates line up and everything.”

“And he hasn’t spoken with his mum in a while. I’ll have a talk with Heph tonight.” For fifteen minutes, Lily nibbled at her pastry without saying a word about Hephaestus. She was silent on her Kenspa while coming home. She banged on the door after climbing the stone steps.

“Hephaestus? HEPH, OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I TEAR YOUR LUNGS OUT-“ She grabbed the megaphone too.



Lily’s screaming couldn’t break the wall of classical piano lessons, though. Hephaestus thought that a fishercat was yowling outside, and he quickly told Tegan to stay indoors and listen to his piano work for mistakes. He played his first original concerto to an attentive Tegan. She tapped her toes in rhythm, perhaps thinking that she was helping him keep time.

“You’re pretty good with rhythm,” he said, “So I have a little gift for you upstairs.” He stopped playing the piano and realized that there was no fishercat, but an angry Lily. That was worse. He had to run. With all of the world’s luck, Tegan would be distracted by what he had for her.

“I can’t believe you,” Lily said from downstairs, “Abandoning your child like that?”

“Child?” Hephaestus asked.



It was at that sentence or around there that Tegan found her gift in the kids’ bedroom: a white-and-blue double bass, pre-tuned and with her full name engraved on the back. Unless Hephaestus bought new bedsheets, the instrument was his gift.

“Did you…do it with her some years ago?” Lily asked, shaken.

“Sure. I didn’t know this happened! She never called me about it! Last time I tried, she didn’t even mention a kid.”

Tegan pretended not to listen as she carried her new bass downstairs and out the front door. She could barely determine where each fret was in the darkness of the French nighttime. In fact, all she had to go by was remembering how guitarists on the side of the road formed chords and notes. Any other night, Hephaestus would show her the way, probably in the daytime or under a lamp too, but he was busy. His voice faded as Tegan walked further and further away from the front door.

“Stop hitting me, Lil!” he cried out.

“Don’t abandon your kid next time!”



But their voices were drowned out by the low, acoustic bass, playing in rhythm but struggling to find a groove. Maybe next lesson. Tegan needed something to drown out the fighting going on. She swore that her dad joined in and pinned her slender prince down on the hard floor, after hearing the thud of two men on the floor. But strumming along the low e-string drove that memory out of her head.

She didn’t fall asleep easily that night, though Hephaestus nearly stumbled into a deep slumber before he reached his bed. Tegan sighed. Her eyelids grew heavy, until they were jolted awake by the realization that Hephaestus was alone, in a single bed with cold sheets and just a pillow to hug and snuggle, if he needed it.

“I wish you well.” She kept that to herself that night. Some of Julian’s daughters were sort-of his age, weren’t they? She would hate it if his beautiful, silky hair and lean, toned butt (hey, if Lily thought so too…) went alone for much longer. It was tough to keep track of his age, but Tegan noticed a few lines in his forehead if she looked hard enough.

“Wish you well,” he mind repeated. It kept her from sleeping, as did her phone vibrating on the table. Everyone else slept through it. A multi-part text kept her phone going wild.

“Is Julian worried about us?” she said under her breath. Tegan hated that phone, but she still liked staying in contact with others and paid the price in her disgust for the glass touchscreen. As if running her fingers across raw sewage, she pressed the icon for messages and lay back in bed to roll her eyes at another monologue from Bryant.

I know we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. Geez, Tegan, I’ve been a jerk. I just want to be a real nice guy now. You’re actually good at math and stuff. And I know I’ve said it, but wow you’re legs are so stunning.

Heck, maybe we can go to prom together? Pairing up the spares?


She instinctually flipped to the next message, that one being from Julian.

Oh god oh god oh god make it stoooooooop-

She’d address that one later. Tegan flipped back to Bryant’s message, right below his last one with seven insults. She could tell him off right there.

Thanks Bry. =)

Tegan slept soundly until late that morning. She didn’t get a message back from Bryant, but she did get a horrible feeling in her gut when she thought about the response again.



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This is kind of a two-parter with the next chapter. There's just going to be a gap because this was long enough and I have nothing from the next one written! :(

Why yes Hephaestus had an illegitimate son who just so happens to be Tegan's age. Does the plot thicken? Well, no. I just wanted to spread Heph's wonderful genes around.

I also have a lot of building to do for the next Roaring Heights chapter. I hate building mansions, but I must for this one character! Sigh.
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Heph has a son!  Oh my!  That is wonderful and oh so sad at the same time...

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This story is so convoluted and awesome. I really enjoy your writing and can't wait to see where this goes next! Also, building mansions? Looking forward to seeing those. I've never been able to build well and love getting to see nice buildings!

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*blinks* Have I made it at last to the current end of the thread? I have! I'm all caught up!

And boy, what a ride it was! This is a really impressive dynasty, and it just oozes care and thoughtfulness. Your writing is, as always, excellent, and your layering of narrative just shows how much sheer patience (which I find more impressive than anything else) you've put into it. I'm certainly looking forward to the rest!

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« Reply #345 on: August 01, 2014, 01:13:27 AM »
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That...was definitely unexpected. Poor Heph, not even knowing he had a son! Clearly this doesn't seem to faze Tegan though. :)

Hephaestus would have to do a lot to fall out of Tegan's favor.

Heph has a son!  Oh my!  That is wonderful and oh so sad at the same time...

Poor kid had to become a mere cameo character. Sad indeed. :(

This story is so convoluted and awesome. I really enjoy your writing and can't wait to see where this goes next! Also, building mansions? Looking forward to seeing those. I've never been able to build well and love getting to see nice buildings!

Bleh. I hope the mansion is worth it. I like building, but I have a tall order for this story.

*blinks* Have I made it at last to the current end of the thread? I have! I'm all caught up!

And boy, what a ride it was! This is a really impressive dynasty, and it just oozes care and thoughtfulness. Your writing is, as always, excellent, and your layering of narrative just shows how much sheer patience (which I find more impressive than anything else) you've put into it. I'm certainly looking forward to the rest!

And reading it all on a binge has me thinking about a few ideas for my own dynasty...

Congrats on making it through 110,000+ words! Clearly, only the brave make it through.

Thanks for all of the kind compliments! It does take a lot of patience on my end.

Can't wait to see what ideas you got. ;)



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Chapter 73: Think Pink



“My fingers have gone kinda numb,” Hephaestus said, after finishing another ice sculpture, “Keep doing what you do, Tegan. I have a surprise for tonight.”

“Something that makes your aura glow in stunning lilac?” she asked.

“You know me well,” he grinned.

Until night fell over Champs Les Sims, the four of them worked on what they could manage to do. Tegan still wallowed in a widget-groove with those fun, mesmerizing drinking llamas, and amassed a pile of them at her feet. Lily felt competitive and churned out ice sculptures before Hephaestus one-upped her with them. Bronson did strength training, as the safety officers for the space program would let him man the first flight as long as she could prove his strength in old age.

And Hephaestus?



Well, the potential for cleaner sheets was extremely important. He washed a load of laundry that made fresh linen smell like musty gym gear in comparison.



The last step was to make sure that Bronson was occupied for the night. Exercise put a toll on his old bones, and he walked outside for a breath of clean French air while he drew a hot bath in order to soothe his aches and pains. Instead of relaxing with grapefruit bubble bath and a glass of bubbly nectar, Bronson found himself hexed. Mildly.



No, he didn’t die, but Bronson also felt himself getting far more warty than the average old man.

“It worked!” Hephaestus exclaimed.

“I don’t like you,” Bronson said.

“I think you’re pretty cool. Just kiss your wife and you’ll be all set.”



Unlike most nights, getting a smooch from Lily was a grueling task. However, it kept the adults distracted while the teen and the other adult went out on an excursion of Hephaestus’ choice. There were two options: the cemetery, or the old burial grounds. Either way, Hephaestus wanted Tegan to see what he saw, or get her understanding.

They arrived via the Motive Mobile, so they could keep at the ghost-watching all night. They could go to the nectary and steal grapes if they got hungry, or drink from the pristine, untouched-by-industrial-forces river if they were thirsty.

Tegan saw a cloud of pink smoke off in the corner, while Hephaestus was busy scouting around for spirits in a different part of the cemetery.



“Heph!” she cried out, but he had a spell on his tongue.



What was it with him and fire? Tegan panicked, even though he had his emergency fire extinguisher tucked in the elastic waistband of his boxers (hey, he had to carry it somewhere). He ice-blasted the flame instead, which did the trick. But while Hephaestus marveled at his magic, with his vision obscured by an icy cloud, Tegan noticed something else off in the distance. Still pink.



A ghost on a bike? Why wasn’t Hephaestus going nuts over it? Tegan was instead, beating herself up over ever thinking that Hephaestus was delusional about ghosts. She had to tell him about that. He had an excursion lined up for the Celtic Burial Grounds the next night, so maybe she could format it into a ghost story.



Conveniently for the two of them, Lily and Bronson planned their own camping trip for the same night. After taking a deep breath and kissing Bronson the toad, Lily needed to celebrate having her love back as a wrinkly human. She threw in her pajamas as a bonus.



Before curling up in the tent nearby for some remote, outdoors woohoo, Lily and Bronson held hands and marveled at the wonderful life they had, although he asked about Tegan and where she was that night.



“Oh honey,” Lily said, with a dreamy gaze in her eyes, “Probably talking Hephaestus out of a trip to the burial grounds. I trust her with that. I don't need anymore blabber from his tomorrow about ghosts.”



That was the biggest extent of Tegan’s debauchery, roasting marshmallows at an ancient, sacred site.

“You know, you might be on to something about ghosts,” Tegan said. Hephaestus lit up at those words, right in the middle of biting into a gooey, warm marshmallow.

“I’m so happy! Describe it to me.” She did. Transparent and pink, but distinctly human and female, right down to a head of hair tied back in a messy bun. The ghost rode a bike.



“Those aren’t ghosts,” he said, “I’ve never seen anything like that. Ghosts are demonic, and twisted from what the once were. It’s a reflection of their souls, not their bodies. I see my father a lot, as a smoky bloodhound, but he wasn’t a bloodhound in the slightest.”

She wanted solidarity. It had to be a ghost, but maybe he still saw those and they just appeared in different. Yes, Tegan accepted that.



“I guess I was mistaken. Sorry! Any more marshmallows in the bag?”

After that night, ghosts became a slight interest of Tegan’s, though Lily and Bronson didn’t have any stories about them in their own lives, just rumors of spirits haunting the old Racket mansion and the like. It was a start for Tegan. Maybe she’d see one too, but that was for later, when she grew up into a legal adult. As a teenager, her biggest concern was prom.

Another night, Tegan and Hephaestus went to the nectary, as France’s drinking age was low enough for Tegan to drink from the glasses they served, as long as she had an ID or a lot of money on hand. She smiled for the whole car ride there, breathing in the scent of scrap metal and Dr. Bronner’s Soap that always surrounded Hephaestus.

“I’m limiting you to two glasses tonight,” he said, flatly, “But I trust you. You might even meet some nice.”



Tegan, sweet as she was, had a wild side that sent her straight for the nectar racks in the basement, where the owners kept the old and dry stuff. Maybe she just wanted to impress grandpa Franco when she arrived home. She paid no attention to the other patrons, from the elders to the lone teenager sipping on nectar from a bottle as old as Annette.

Hephaestus had little interest in the world of juice and nectar and other cocktails and concoctions, even though his adopted family kept vast stores of drinks in the cabinets under the counters. He saved drinking for when grief might actually strike, which until that night, it never did enough for him to need to drink. Not even Hannah’s death spurned that, but something horrified him that night at the nectary.

“Peapod, one bottle of the oldest stuff here, stat!” She swore he was joking, but in obedience to her lilac prince and guardian for the night, she poured him four glasses from the bottle.



Hephaestus regained his composure and faced the horror right as Tegan poured him a sharp, dry nectar. It turned out that Lily was right about Heph’s mistake some years back. The young man introduced himself as Battiste Morel, and unless Bianca did some horrible harvesting of Hephaestus’ DNA, he indeed produced that son during his last vacation to France.

He motioned for Tegan to put the tray down and give it to whoever wanted a taste of long-aged nectar (it went quickly), and instead talked to his son for the first time, for the sake of learning everything about him. Battiste, what a guy. He was a Leo with a taste for pop music and a small chance of getting on France’s national football team once he was old enough for try-outs. And he was a mere year younger than Tegan.

On the outside, Battiste had every appearance of Hephaestus, aside from the hair and the lighter eyes, and the former just needed some time to develop on Battiste. With enough self-awareness to realize that he was a 10/10 stunner of a man and that his son wasn’t too far behind in attractiveness, Hephaestus introduced his son to his step-niece, after Battiste complained about the snobbiness of the French girls he knew.

“Ah, the lovely southern girls!” Battiste said, upon shaking hands with Tegan for the first time.

“Sure?” Tegan said, remembering that all she saw in the mirror back home was her wide nose and teenage angst, and that she didn’t have a prom date either.



Their conversation was spent with half-hearted flirting, lots of soccer enthusiasm from Battiste, and Tegan nodding and not saying much, just as Hephaestus did. As much as Battiste was a spitting-image of his father, nothing clicked between him and Tegan, and his outrageous French accent didn’t salvage the uninteresting young man she was with. But after that, she and Hephaestus got into an impassioned discussion about physics in the car on the way back to the house, and how to fine-tune machines better. They could hang out for hours in the garden, with a pitcher of lemonade and all of the passion in the world for gears and metalworking, while Battiste would kick a soccer ball around and look at Tegan’s widgets with confusion.

Oh well. Her prospects for prom weren’t so great, and Battiste would be a nice piece of eye candy to slow dance with. She asked Lily if it was possible, and Lily turned to Bronson, who then rattled off all of the red tape that the French boy would need to go through in order to attend prom in Twinbrook for just one night. Tegan dodged a bullet, and faced one too. The last singleton left in school was none other than Bryant.

He sent her a text the next night, of a box he made in woodshop. First time here. Pretty proud of it. The class would get to metalworking and mechanics too, and soon Bryant and Tegan would share an interest. She wanted to sob at the thought of it, but she saw through to Bryant a little more. No matter what past they had, the guy was human underneath.

The question of Bryant gnawed at her right until the last morning of their trip.



Tegan and Hephaestus shared breakfast at the café, with the heavy old cashier still wary of Hephaestus and his madness. She still served him and the girl crepes when he paid up. They made small talk, about the intricacies of ice sculpting and Tegan’s adventure with repairing the leaky sink in a plumbing emergency. She mentioned Bryant, and how her feelings changed.

“Really?” Hephaestus asked, before assessing the situation. No, it was still wrong, but he had to have tact. “I mean, you guys were bitter enemies just last year.”



“Well, he doesn’t deserve to be the only kid going alone! I want to see him smile, that’s all. Smiles are good.” She admired Hephaestus’ own grin, the wide mouth and those thin lips. Tegan smiled back at him.

“It’s a nice thing you’re doing,” he said, finishing up the last of his crepes. Hephaestus remained silent for most of the rest of the day, finishing up a stubborn marble sculpture, and standing by with a fire extinguisher in case Tegan’s blowtorch malfunctioned again. The two of them didn’t talk on the plane either, instead electing to try and sleep. Tegan succeeded. Hephaestus got the window seat and listlessly stared out at the dark clouds over the ocean. Sleep wasn’t coming. He slouched in his seat.

He needed a good love story to cheer him up. When they arrived home, Hephaestus ran into the ultimate horror: Franco with an ear-to-ear grin. He carried a few nooboo supplies in his arms, and the first assumption from Hephaestus was that Franco absolutely wasn’t finding true love again, but that he knocked up some woman anyways.

“Who’s the lucky mother?” Hephaestus asked, facetiously.

“This isn’t what you think,” Franco said, “It’s much better.”



While the four of them were away in France, Franco tired of eating his mother’s cooking alone, and headed to the bistro for an early dinner of worse quality, but it was a change from the usual. He set out to eat it alone outside, but then he heard loud vomiting from the next table.



If it was a stranger, he would have vacated the premises and grabbed some hot dogs at the grocery store for supper instead, but his darling Nellie was the one doubled over, emptying out her stomach contents instead. He called her over, asking if she wanted a glass of water to clear her throat after that.

“Sounds good,” she said.



Franco sighed at the sight of his gorgeous, grown-up daughter. With her laugh lines and first grey hairs, where did the time go? At least her square jaw and beautiful, full lips stayed with her throughout the ordeal of middle age.

“Is Bunny’s cooking that bad?” Franco joked.

“Nah. I’m pretty mean. I’ll let you guess this one,” she said, taking a sip of water as Franco doled out answers.

“Raw catfish turned out to not be a good idea after all?” She shook her head no. “Car ride was tough?” Nope. “Hit your gag reflex?” Nah. “Thought it was a good idea to smell my son-in-law’s used gym equipment?” It was a good idea, but no.

“Geez, dad, you’re reaching,” she said. He then gave her a sly look.

“Are you and Dustin going to make me a grandfather again?”

“Exactly.”



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Let's just remember that Franco and Carmen, neither of them really stunners, made that daughter. Nellie is probably one of the best sims that this dynasty produced, definitely in the top ten (among many, many sims that featured in this dynasty). I decided that she needed a spare line of her very own, and totally not because she had her grandpa Harwood's lovely mouth. No way.

You'll be seeing more of those Nellieboos, for sure.
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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 73, 8/1)
« Reply #346 on: August 01, 2014, 07:47:20 AM »
Okay, that last part with Franco and Nellie was all kinds of sweet and adorable. Dustin...Knack, right? Nice mix of genetics there. ;)

But Tegan is flirting with trouble by choosing to go to prom with Bryant! She is only setting herself up for heartache.

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Re: Eight Ways to Live Forever: The Waverly Immortal Dynasty (Ch. 74, 8/5)
« Reply #347 on: August 05, 2014, 07:42:42 AM »
Okay, that last part with Franco and Nellie was all kinds of sweet and adorable. Dustin...Knack, right? Nice mix of genetics there. ;)

But Tegan is flirting with trouble by choosing to go to prom with Bryant! She is only setting herself up for heartache.

Yep, the Knack boy. Good genes indeed!

That she was, but as smart as Tegan is, she's definitely one of those people with too big of a heart. All I can say for her future is that she indeed ran into heartache.



Chapter 74: Trilby and Top-Hat, Ready to Hang Up



While Hephaestus came home to Franco, the cheerful new grandfather-to-be, Lily found Julian’s room deadbolted up again. He texted her on the trip with the same make it stooooooooop message a few times, making Lily almost as worried for his well-being as he was each morning over whether he put his razor away or not.

She knocked on the door three times. Julian threw a glass paperweight at the locked door, creating a sickening, shattering sound on impact.

“Get away from me you creep,” he snarled, exhaling heavily, “I’d rather die than share this house with you.”

“Julian, the hell?” Lily asked. He opened up.

“I’m sorry, flower,” he whispered, “Can you come in to talk?” She did, sitting on his aqua, flannel blanket yet again.

“Life is really cruel to you, isn’t it?” she asked, “I guess, if it isn’t me, it’s Gram.” Julian nodded. Lily clasped his hand in hopes of comforting him. “Talk if you must.” He didn’t cry, but his cheeks filled with blood and turned pink. His face clenched up with anger and sheer disgust.

“She’s going mad, that’s what,” Julian said, “I really can’t believe her. She got drunk one night, again, and I was getting to bed. And then she…she just fell…”



“…onto me.”

“Like, kissing?” Lily asked, regarding his vagueness. Julian meekly nodded.

“Oh hell no, that’s gross,” she said.

“And she called me ‘Bill’ the whole night. She hasn’t let up either, saying that she misses him so much and that I’m the next best thing alive for her, and that it’s fine because I’m a sad widower too. I almost stabbed her with the fork because she tried to attack me with a tongue-kiss yesterday morning.” He leaned in close to Lily. “I’ve lived here for my whole life. I’ve had enough of her.”

“There are a lot of good things in this house,” Lily said.

“Like you, of course.”

“And, I know that Gram has her own awful bits, but I’ve had to think about living forever, and you know, I have to. And she has to do it for longer than any of us. I have to cry if I think about ever having to live without Bronson, but he’s here for now. Her husband isn’t.”

“Why are you siding with her?”

“I’m not, but she’s not the devil. I’ll talk to her about it, if she hasn’t gotten the message already. Understand?”

Julian hugged her with his most forceful grip. “I do, I do,” he said, “I guess it can’t get any worse.”

It couldn’t get worse for Julian, not even death could, considering that he passed 100 in great health. Being the oldest mortal in the household, things couldn’t get worse for the ancient Julian, but everyone else was fair game. Hephaestus came home crying one day, unusual for him, which caught Julian’s attention. Hephaestus, being (relatively) young, had a lot that could go worse for him. Future heartbreak, family rivalries, impending middle age slowing down his Mach 1 metabolism, there was an entire list of what could still go wrong for him. Ways that he could suffer. Ways that he could suffer over the affairs of his porcelain peapod.

“What happened?” Julian asked.

“She did it,” Hephaestus said, with a blank stare, “She really asked out that Bryant kid.”

“Virgil’s son, right?” Julian asked. He knew Virgil from a few interviews. While a bit of a hermit, Virgil angered both the military and the newspaper from the comfort of his computer and an internet connection, the former through denying that Simnation had a legitimate space program and insinuating that they were wasting their budget on lavish after-work parties (Bronson wished that was the case). The latter was merely annoyed, because Virgil brought his ideas to the press and demanded interviews that the reporters caved into on slow news days. They also uncovered, of course, his side-blog of despicable ideas about the roles of women in society too, and reported those. Julian had his problems with the family for those reasons.

Hephaestus nodded to Julian’s question.

“What a bad idea of hers, if Virgil managed to raise any sort of pathetic trilby-fanatic like himself…wait, that’s the same kid she knew in elementary school, isn’t it? The outrageous jerk himself?”

Hephaestus nodded again.

“Well, rotten fruit comes from sick vines. I’ll have to talk to her about that. Trust me with it, I can give tough love, I think. I just know that you can’t. You’re just a ball of love.”

Hephaestus nodded to that as well. Just love.

Tegan came home from school with a peaceful, relaxed smile on her face and completed homework assignments tucked under her arm. With prom coming up that weekend, she got everything completed so she could focus on shining her shoes for the event.

Julian had no time for questions. He stopped Tegan as soon as she put her books down on the floor, fists clenched and face channeling the Rotter rage he inherited.

"Did something go wrong with Annette again?" she asked, "it's terrible that it keeps happening."



"Hephaestus told me all about your date," he said, "You're such a smart girl! How could you do something so stupid like that? There are so many other guys in Twinbrook for you."



"Please, I just want to do some good for everyone," she pleaded, "I don't want it to be a long-time thing, but I wanted him to have a nice night. He's a changed man! He hasn't said anything bad in a year!"

Julian was poised to slap Tegan, just to teach her some sense over that boy, but his palm got within a foot of her face before he drew it back. “I’ll bring this up with your parents.” Julian walked away stiffly, but Hephaestus stayed around, with a worrying gaze.

“Heph, you saw it all,” she said, “He seemed fine.”

He wanted to say that it seemed so wrong, but he watched her and Bryant for the whole time.



Bryant greeted her with a bear-hug in his solid, chunky arms, while Hephaestus pretended to grill hot dogs and lovingly squeeze a line of Tegan’s favorite Dijon mustard on them. He ate all eight of them, because Bryant distracted her without cruelty, for once.

“I sent you another pic of a box, but I don’t think you got it,” he said, “Shop Class is so much fun.”

“I guess I didn’t. I really like your work there, though,” said Tegan, “You know, I’ve been thinking about what you said some nights ago, about prom.”

“What, you mean it?” he asked.

“I don’t want to go alone, and it breaks my heart to think that I could be the one thing standing between you having a good time or not.”

By the time Hephaestus finished all but one hot dog, bun and all, Tegan and Bryant slipped back into platonic conversations about gears, with Tegan giving him a cheat list of what to expect to do in Shop when they got to the mechanics unit, including answers to a few standard physics questions on one quiz, “because I’d hate to stand between you and success too.”

When the last hot dog was on the plate, he was ready to vomit the other even, and not just because seven hot dogs put a strain on his stomach.

“You know, I’ve never been kissed before,” Bryant said.

“Shucks, neither have I. It’s not like I’m hankering for one-“

“Do you want to be the one standing between me and my first kiss?”



As it turned out, Tegan didn’t want that either. Not on her heart. As for Hephaestus, he gulped his last hot dog whole in shock and horror, though he grilled up two for Tegan afterwards, considering that she would likely be hungry. Not even mistakes could strip a sim of the privilege of hot dogs. Especially not for her.

“He seemed to behave,” Hephaestus mumbled, “You can’t blame me for being wary.”

“I’m not! You’re a beautiful, kind man in all of this, but aren’t there so many woman begging at their feet for you?” He shook his head no. Tegan sulked.

“Well, I can’t go back on my promise to him. He’s a changed man. I don’t care what I am to him! If I make him happy, either just for one night, or if I’m his girlfriend after this, I’ll feel a lot better.”

She went to prom that weekend, an indoors one on one rainy night. She and Bryant linked arms for a photo, though he curiously wore his usual white sweater and sneakers to prom that night. They danced and drank punch, snacked on catered fingers foods, and even danced to a few songs. They sloppily made out in a corner just to say that they did it once in their lives, after all of their classmates moved on to making out in locker rooms before gym class or on the jungle gym when a bunch of elementary school students were clamoring to use it for actual playtime.

More importantly, Bryant decided to act like Bronson did to Lily years ago at their own prom. “We’re having fun. I’d be euphoric if we made this official.”

“The relationship?”

“Right on.”



Hephaestus grit his teeth when he picked up Tegan from the dance, and when she recounted the night’s events to him, stuttering and rubbing the back of her neck as she told it.



It didn't ruin their after-party for the night: hours of doing what they did best at the abandoned fire station.

It might seem as though Tegan’s story was the biggest story in the family. It would make sense that Lily would have her own role in her daughter’s saga with Bryant. However, something far more dire to Lily boiled under her feet, between using permanent marker to fend off the army of grey hairs outnumbering her black ones, and debating on whether it was time to retire her low-rise jeans for something mature.

She forgot about her career at points, and mediocrity caught up to Lily too late, though she had time to fix it if she spent her old age in hyper-focus.



Lily caught Kelley the proprietor when he wasn’t distracted and reviewed the upcoming gig schedule with him. He had a slot for directly after her elder birthday, when she would need to find a new fit of blazer for her uniform and a crate full of permanent markers for her upcoming silver hair to get a similar effect when performing.



She could make that work, but after much thought during stage clean-up volunteering (whatever it took to get on Kelley’s good side), Lily hung up her top-hat for one night only, and made the call to reserve The Grind for her last big bash.



With the dials on the fog machines turned up to their max effects, Lily breathed in the intoxicating chemical smoke and danced with her husband for the last time she could while wearing a dress that figure-flattering again. Everyone else poured in to get a drink or three or five (Annette got the invite too, after all) poured.



“What the hell, no cherry garnishes?” Buck asked, after returning an ungarnished cocktail to the bartender, who had an empty wooden tray that held a small puddle of red syrup instead of candied cherries, “What sort of host are you?”

“Oh, blame it on the old hag who can’t get ahead in her career!” Lily yelled, “That’s it. We’re not besties.” Buck smashed a stray margarita glass on the ground and stormed out of the party. Lily took after her grandma and downed a whole tray of drinks as midnight grew closer.



It made her and Bronson beasts on the dance floor, but they had enough body mass to metabolize a few shots. Hephaestus and his willow-thin frame, on the other hand, grew tipsy after one glass of nectar, but Annette forgot that one night and drunkenly jabbed him in the ribs while leading a strong cocktail closer to him. “You build up resistance that way,” she said, before passing out in the bathroom draped over a rarely-cleaned toilet.

He stayed upright. Too upright. The tall tables of The Grind called to him, as they had just enough room for him to shuffle his feet and shake his plaid sarong four and a half feet off the ground. The rough wood that left a collection of splinters in the soles of his feet didn’t register after the haze of juice overtook his already-deluded vision.

“Watch me Twinbrook!” he yelled, hoarse, and as if the spirit of drunk Annette took him over instead. He climbed the barstool, and then stood upright on the table.



“Keep shaking it!” Tegan cheered, pointing and smiling at the shirtless man club-dancing on the raised pub table. No one told Lily about what Annette had in mind about him, and what Franco agreed to. Leave it for when she’s an adult, they planned, and when we have a story that doesn’t make it seem like he’s been waiting it out for years until she was legal. Because of that, Lily took it as some harmless appreciation on Tegan’s end. Approaching middle age at Mach 2, Hephaestus still had the chiseled charm of a young university freshman, beard and all.





Lily waited until most of the guests dissipated before she set up the cake and inhaled with her entire lung capacity. Her family stuck around, dreaming of dinner arrangements or getting to fairly compare wrinkles again.



“I just need to look good for later,” she mumbled, trying to catch each falling sparkle of pure birthday magic and instant menopause before it could explode in front of her.



Looking good? She tried her best, deciding on a mini-dress while Bronson was still alive to enjoy the view it gave. If it worked for Hannah and Franco, it would work even better for the withered legs of an avid runner.

Lily relaxed at home the morning before one of her final shows, clad in a flannel onesie and leaning back with 24 ounces of green tea. She looked up at the hazy blue sky and pretended to follow a small dot, hoping that it was her Bronson. The space program completed everything for the maiden voyage, much to Virgil Moreno’s chagrin and denial. Takeoff was the night before, and she locked her eyes on the spacecraft as she watched from the guard-rail. The vessel carried past-retiring-age Bronson and a few new recruits that they wouldn’t mind losing if something went wrong. But no reports of exploding engines or malicious aliens came through to the news, so Lily breathed a sigh of relief. She just missed her husband in what could be his last days.

She was drawn to the kitchen by the splattering oil of sizzling French toast, with a plate and a side of strawberries set aside for her. Annette smiled as she pushed the plate in Lily’s direction, syrup pooling on the bottom with the strawberry juice, making for a tooth-rotting concoction that everyone cherished.

“I know it’s not Bronson on a plate, but I did my best,” Annette said.

“Accepted. I’m hoping for a good one tonight.”

“How many more after this?”

“As many as it takes.”

“So, how do you feel about Tegan’s new squeeze?” Annette asked.

“Not a huge fan, but dad didn’t like Bronson much at first, so I’m not gonna say a word,” said Lily, drinking four ounces of tea in one gulp. Her old voice was as smooth as petrified wood after the liquid cleared lingering phlegm, “There are a lot of better choices in town, I will admit, some right under our noses.” Annette perked up, wondering if Lily took a hint and took it well.

“I agree! I see them all the time. You know, lean and lithe types…”

“Like those Whelohff boys!” Lily piped up, “I really can’t think of a better, bigger set of men in town. They’re so perfect and Tegan already hangs with them at school all the time.” Annette nervously laughed.

“They’re nice, but now that I think of it, that Keon is a pretty nice catch, even if he’s chunky.” Annette barely knew his face, but the name came to mind. It still sounded better than “your step-brother is the only way, kiddo.”

“Her math teacher?”

“I mean, he’s young when you think about it for long enough,” Annette said, “But I digress. We’ll let her make the choice. After all, you get only one.”

“Dad and Hannah,” Lily said flatly.

“That was different, and we had a few more free beds back then.”

“You and Julian.”

“Gawd, I apologized, okay? And he’s in the house anyways, and it wasn’t gonna be serious even if I had my way. But remarrying is different and times are a-changing, flower. I want Tegan to make the right choice, because unlike your dad back in those days, we won’t have the room for a redo marriage if things go pear-shaped. Rule of Eight. I see you reading my rules all the time, so I think I can mention this.”

“I know it well, and you are right. But she’s a smart kid. She can probably see what we can’t in Bryant. I’m going to stay positive from this moment on.” Lily sighed, “Just, re-think the whole Julian thing. Maybe there’s something you need to reconcile too.”

“Fine,” Annette scoffed, “Grab me the whipping cream from the fridge, for being so cheeky.” They both laughed it off. “Always stay that way,” Annette said.

Lily had plenty of time ahead to mend turmoil and whatever possessed Annette to cling to Julian even with an apology to him, as victory in her career inched closer and closer. She needed recognition from the International Institute for Performing Arts and Optical Illusion to feel complete, but the agent from the institute that promised to visit Twinbrook to watch her shows kept getting delayed. Bad weather, anthrax scare, got held up at Customs, renewed their Netflix subscription and needed time finally watch Orange is the New Black, you name it.



But all the times he showed up was just practice, perhaps. The green stage lights and wild crowd led to that word that Bryant liked: “euphoria.” Originally something he applied to cold, scientific logic, but he had room in the definition to squeeze in something else entirely.



Elsewhere, with sand in his trousers and the rainbow technophobe clutching his hand on the beach. That was euphoria.



To Franco, it was being able to hold a tiny granddaughter in his arms again. He had two other grandsons from the same “batch” (made him wonder about the true strength of the ancient Dustin), but he could spend hours doting on the little girl with his eyes and her grandma Carmen’s winning smile. That was euphoria.



To Bronson, it was coming home from the maiden voyage, not even taking the time to remove the insulating coveralls that he wore into space. The biggest part of his career reached its apex. That was euphoria.



Lily knew euphoria, and even in the race to success, she rode on an orange wave of it, enough to lift her off the ground and make her forget about the elaborate props used to make the levitation trick happen instead.



The only thing that made euphoria slam its brakes and still crash were the repeated reminders of what was at stake with the last days of her career.



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« Reply #348 on: August 05, 2014, 12:48:56 PM »
Oh my XD Poor Julian, being accosted by Annette at random intervals.  *sigh* It makes me sad to know that Tegan is going to get her heart broken...  How close did Lily cut it, Trip?

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1) Lily is an adorable elder.
2) Bryant's face is boring. I'm officially protesting his genetics.
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