Oly came to see Artemis and Mosi (mostly Artemis) and tell them about the latest vision. There was some super confusing arguing, so Oly peaced out, but they agreed to disagree that it there was either sciency and/or supernatural stuff going on.
Selene shared some feels with Artemis about fighting with her BFF, but then their dad interrupted them and they said no to bed time stories (why did I even include that part?) 🤔
“Primrose Pennyroyal! I know you’re in there; come out at once and face me like a witch!”
“Why Belladonna! Darling!” The green haired woman cleared her throat, “whatever are you doing out here? And shouting like an injured gargoyle in heat!”
“Don’t you gargoyle-in-heat me!” She snapped, “I know what you’re up to!”
“Up to? Belladonna, have you been into the firewater again? I’m not up to any…”
“Where is it? Where is the fairy? You will produce the beast at once.”
“I’m quite certain that I have no idea what you mean, dearest.”
“Don’t be coy, Primrose; you aren’t as good at it as you think you are,” she snarled, “and if you imagined for one moment I wouldn’t figure out what happened to my grandchild…”
“Our grandchild, Bella,” corrected the verdant witch, a slight edge to her tone, “and best you not forget! Oly is my blood also, and my successor, not yours!”
“Unless those flighty daughters of mine manage to produce another witchling babe, Prim, then you’ll just have to content yourself with sharing, now won’t you?”
“That was not part of the agreement! I was to receive the firstborn, and you the second…surely you’re not so senile yet that you’ve forgotten? I have it written in blood in my study should you wish to reexamine the terms!”
“Well isn’t that a fine thing for you! But there is no second born, is there? There’s only a herd of human-sired rapscallions!”
“And whose fault do you suppose that is? Surely you’re not suggesting my dear Perseus is to blame? If I were you, I’d march straight back home and have a stern word with those daughters of yours!”
“Mother? I heard shouting, oh! Madam Blackthorne, what…”
“…are you two ladies having a row on the front stoop?”
“Persie, my love, go back inside like a good lad; this doesn’t concern you, precious.”
“The hell it doesn’t! The pair of you are harbouring a fairy, and don’t think I don’t know it!”
“Well, yes, but…”
“I knew it!”
“It’s not what you think, Madam Blackthorne, please…won’t you come in? I know mother would never admit it, but we could definitely use your help with this.”
Intrigued, and slightly flattered, Belladonna felt her ire easing away just a smidge, “oh, well, I suppose I have a few moments to spare for a consultation…”
“Belladonna, how nice to see you again,” the little girl gave her a wry smile, “it has been some time since last we met.”
The witch felt a peculiar twinge of familiarity for this child she’d swear to never having beheld, “I’m sorry, I don’t…”
“You remember my sons, of course? Aries and Orion; though, they were but babes last you saw them.”
“Goddess,” could it be? “Persephone?” Even as she said it aloud, Belladonna’s logical mind railed against her.
The little girl sighed, “yes, I’m afraid so.”
“But–how?!” There were very few ways for things of this nature to occur, and none of them particularily savoury.
“You see now, Madam Blackthorne, why I invited you in…” Perseus looked nearly as drawn as he had when minding 2-year old Oly for a day; no insignificant thing.
“Hm! I’m still not seeing why.”
“Do shush, Primrose; you can sulk later.”
“It was entirely my fault,” Persephone interrupted, “I was, as I have been for the past decade and a half, trying to reach my brother.”
“You were dabbling in witch-magics!” Belladonna felt her gut clench reflexively, “there is good reason why that is forbidden!”
“Yes, well, obviously I realize that,” the child-fae looked balefully out from under her lashes, “but I was willing to risk what was necessary to be joined with Khafre again; you cannot understand what it’s like for my kind to be separated from their Sibling.”
“Also, it’s not so much forbidden as merely strongly advised against,” huffed Primrose, “it’s a free magical world out there, after all…”
Belladonna fixed her oldest friend with a suspicious glare, “the fae cannot summon witch-magics of their own volition; PRIM, did you–?”
“Don’t you think you’re being just a touch theatrical, Bella?”
“Unbelievable!” She felt herself swelling with a white hot rage, “you–“
“Mother! Madam Blackthorne! Please!” Perseus sighed, “can we quibble over the morality of the accident at another time? Persephone requires our help in undoing this in a responsible manner…”
“Quite right!” Sniffed Prim, as though it were her doing the scolding, “Balsam! Take the boys to the games room!…”
“…And fetch me my Grimoire!”
“At once, Mistress.”
Darkness had long settled over The Woulding when Belladonna Blackthorne arrived home.
“The anchor…the anchor…” she murmured absently to herself, mind swirling with the puzzle that they had failed to piece together as yet; such was always the case when mixing magics, was it not?
One could never reliably predict what the fallout would be, and the consequences for a faulty calculation were, occasionally, quite lethal.
“Hey Nana,” the little voice startled her out of her reverie.
“Oh! Oly! Whatever are you doing out of bed, child?”
“Sorry, Nana, I couldn’t sleep,” the usually vibrant little witchling looked strangely subdued, and Belladonna felt a twinge of concern.
“What’s the matter, my dear? Did you have another vision?”
“Yeah, I–” Oly paused, looking troubled.
“It’s alright; take your time.”
“This one was…different, you know? Like, mostly it was pretty fine, but then at the end it was intense, and, okay, it scared me a little?”
“It’s alright, child, visions cannot hurt you,” perhaps it was the exhaustion, perhaps it was the knowledge of what could have happened to this most precious of her bloodline’s treasures (had Primrose and Persephone’s collaboration gone awry), but the ageing witch found herself feeling particularly solicitous of her only magical grandchild in that moment.
“Yeah, I know, I mean, it was just like a little movie in my head and stuff, but Nana…what if I had a vision about someone I know?” Oly hesitated for a moment, then added quietly, “what if someone living in The Woulding isn’t what I thought they were?”
A chill seized Belladonna, though she attempted to keep her tone calm, “Oly, if anyone living here isn’t what they seem, I would be very surprised if I did not already know it,” she fixed the youngster with a serious gaze, “and child, you know I would not let any harm come to you.”
“What about moms and Aunty H?” Even in a moment of fear and uncertainty, trust Oly to throw in a puckish dig.
“I suppose,” Belladonna indulged in the levity (for the child’s sake, of course).
The little smile disappeared, “what about Selene and her family?”
Belladonna was momentarily taken aback, “well, they are humans, but–” she considered her grandchild’s stricken expression for a heartbeat, “I suppose all who dwell here are under my protection; in varying degrees, mind…why do you ask?”
Oly was quiet for a moment, “Nana, will you be straight with me about something?”
“A-are vampires real?”
The chill returned rather abruptly. “Tell me what you saw, child.”
Should I even keep up the pretense at this point? Eh, fuck it; why not.
WHAT COULD THIS MEAN??!? 😱
Yes, I did name the mother of LadyLobster’s SimSelf Belladonna Blackthorne; seemed like the right thing to do at the time?
Speaking of SimSelves; TY to pammiechick for
letting me not protesting when I absconded with hers for the role of the indomitable witchy matriarch Primrose Pennyroyal. ❤
Pammie’s Primrose’s witchy house: “HAPPY SIMMING!!”