50. Secrets

Last chapter…

Mosi went on a quest to get manly relationship advice in order to woo the new girl in class, who unbeknownst to him is an ex-Themysimran Seeress and magically-age altered fairy from ancient times…but who cares when it’s love, amirite?

Also we finally got to see Pili (abs), and peeked a smidge more into the (gratuitous) past…but then Oly came to visit and Artemis blew everyone’s minds (slash upset everyone’s digestive systems) with a startling revelation!

Onward!


“I simply don’t trust her, Prim,” sighed Belladonna, “you never know from what sort of angle the fae will come at you; this could very well be an elaborate ruse!”

“Bella, dearest, don’t you think you’re being just a tad paranoid?” Primrose did her best to ignore the rise of irritation she felt whenever her oldest friend maligned the fae, “what could pretending to be a child possibly gain Persephone?”

“Are you daft?” Hissed Bella, “unsupervised access to the children of course!”

“Was she not previously offered a position teaching the secondary class some years ago?” Balsam chimed in, “would that have not been an easier way to be alone with your progeny?”

“Very true, pet, but our friend Bella is quite unreasonable when it comes to anything involving fairy-kind; it’s a wonder she even deigns to speak to me!” Prim realized she sounded a little sulky, but her friend’s remarks were rather hurtful.

“Er–” Belladonna had the decency to look slightly chagrined, “you’re only fae-blooded, Prim, it’s not nearly the same thing…”

“And it just so happens that my family is proud of it’s fairy heritage, Bella! Perhaps it’s not as grand as being descended from djinn, but it was good enough for the Lady Nimue, and it’s good enough for me,” she shot her companion an icy glare, “and, I’ll remind you; it’s good enough for our grandchild, also.”

“Peace, friend,” the red-haired witch sighed, “truly, I don’t wish to quarrel with you, but you cannot pretend that the fae aren’t, on occasion, impishly malicious; and here you are with three of them living in your home, offering to mentor that very grandchild in exchange for our sorcery…surely you can see where that appears suspicious?”

“Mind the size of your cuts, Balsam; one quarter inch precisely,” huffed Prim, “I won’t have the entire brew spoiled by careless cubing.”

“Understood, Mistress.”

It grated on Primrose’s pride to admit that her friend had a point about the nature of the fae…and that she herself had had one or two moments of doubt about the motives of their untimely guests.

“The thing is done, Bella,” she said at length, “Persephone has joined Oly’s class, and her two sons sit, even as we speak, under the tutelage of our resident ex-vampire-turned-secondary-teacher.”

“The visions are coming more often now,” admitted Belladonna, “and they appear to be gaining in complexity; Oly saw you and I with Cassandra when you performed the Aura-Splicing–”

“Oh dear–” what must the child think of them? “Did you explain? I know how fond Oly is of Cassandra’s eldest girl…”

“I think Oly was more curious about it than anything else, but…oh, Prim, were we wrong all this time in keeping everything from the children? Perhaps we should have told them straight off about The Accident and everything that’s come of it–”

“Hush Bella!” Primrose sighed heavily, “what’s done is done, and we couldn’t have decided that for their parents, in any case, now could we? What good does it do to lambaste ourselves over the past?

“None, I supposed,” conceded Belladonna, sitting with a frustrated exhalation, “Cassandra’s husband showed in the vision as well you know; as he was when my girls found him in that ruin, before we got him sorted out; I swore Oly to secrecy, of course, but you know how children can be–”

“It sounds as though the damage is done, Bella; but you mustn’t blame yourself, you cannot help what that child sees in dreams,” Primrose considered the situation for a moment, “we will have to warn Pili and Cassandra though, and you should bring Calliope up to speed, and possibly Holly and Kalvin as well.”

“They just whelped another one you know; speaking of my daughter and her kept-man,” Belladonna’s voice took on a decidedly petulant timber, “Uriel they called him; as if human-born spawn have anything angelic to recommend them…”

“You have my sincerest condolences, darling,” every year or so, when Holly dropped her newest mewling brat into Belladonna’s arms, Primrose thanked her lucky stars she had nice well behaved son like Perseus, who didn’t make a point of breeding with humans.

“The offer still stands to have Balsam impersonate Kalvin and try to get a proper magical babe on her; you just say the word my dear,” Primrose offered; it was the least she could do after nearly 700 years of friendship.

“It would be an honour to serve the Line of Bavmorda, Madam Blackthorne,” Balsam added.

“And I’m quite certain you’d find it amusing to see her attempt to rear a changeling; I’ve heard they’re abnormally troublesome creatures in their youth.”

“Exceptionally so, Mistress,” confirmed the Familiar.

“Oh! But doesn’t that sound nice? And then, perhaps, you could have the beast as your own Familiar when it’s all grown up–!”

“Well, I won’t say it’s not tempting, but lets give it another couple centuries or so before we take any drastic measures; eventually the man will die, won’t he? What’s the lifespan on a human anyway? 150 years?”

“Oh yes, I don’t imagine it’s any more than that,” humans were constantly dying; it was probably even less, but Primrose didn’t want to get her friend’s hopes up.

“Few humans live to see their 90th year,” came the correction from Perseus, “and you really shouldn’t offer to meddle, mother; it’s Hollyhock’s business what she grows in her womb, not ours.”

“My precious boy!” Beamed Primrose, “back so soon! Surely you must have good tidings for us?”

“Did you find it?” Gasped Belladonna, rising from her seat, “did you find the Anchor?!”

“Peace, ladies!” He sighed, “I did not find it–”

“We cannot help Persephone without the Anchor, Perseus,” such a sweet, delightful child, but oftentimes so terribly flighty, just like that satyr father of his, “should I send Balsam with you to look for it? He can be spared–”

“As he isn’t currently off impregnating unsuspecting witches? Yes, so I’ve heard; I don’t need assistance, mother,” Perseus tone was bordering on insolent, but Primrose could see that he was tired, “I did not find it because it cannot be found at the Temple of Athena, if it ever was there to begin with.”

“I knew it!” Hissed the red-haired witch, “that little imp lied to us! Didn’t I tell you she couldn’t be trusted–?”

“There is no evidence of deceit!” Primrose felt her ire rankled once more as Belladonna immediately jumped to blame fairy mischief.

As usual, Perseus chimed in with diplomacy, “it could very well, be, Madam Blackthorn, that the Anchor has been moved since last Persephone beheld it.”

“No! It’s there! It must be there,” Primrose insisted, well aware she was beginning to make a bit of a spectacle of herself, “you will take Balsam to the temple and find it; clearly it is hidden!

“Yes, very well mother, I’ll take your pet and go look again, will that satisfy you?”

“A waste of time, since the fairy lied,” grumbled Belladonna.

Balsam watched the scene with seeming indifference, “if the Anchor cannot be found, Mistress–?”

“You will find it,” snapped Primrose, “and do not return until you do!” Truly, she was going to feel a little silly later for kicking up such a fuss, once she’d had a stiff drink and a lay down.

“What is the Anchor, Master Perseus?” Primrose heard her Familiar ask, as she watched them trudge away.

“According to Persephone,” came her son’s reply, “it’s a well.


Footnotes:

Sometimes there needs to be a bit of connective tissue to tie up loose things and connect stuff and make parts of other things make sense…right? Right; they can’t all be shirtless flirting!

Next chapter will be kids doing kid things.

In the mean time, let’s end with something a little bit whoa:

Ghost of Bastet: “Boo! And HAPPY SIMMING!!

18 thoughts on “50. Secrets

  1. Aha! So the wishing well is the anchor. Okay.
    Also these witches remind me of my favorite witches from Terry Pratchett’s books. One of them also had a cat named Silver who turned into a man. How I love those books.

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    1. Ahh! That’s so awesome; I think about Terry Prachett’s witches A LOT, Wyrd Sisters is one of my all time favourite books ever ❀

      That silly well; it just won't go away! Causing all the mischief.

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  2. Ahhh, bickering witches. ❀ ❀ I love them! And I love Primrose's hot son and Balsam too. I'd take a familiar like that if I was a witch, tyvm. Primrose cracks me up, I think she's my favorite witch. I love her line about Holly's baby-making. 😈

    The wishing well~ I remember you well (no pun intended?). Good times.

    Persephone totally did turn herself into a child to infiltrate the children's natural habitat and trade one of them for a fairy baby, calling it now. …Okay, maybe not.

    OooOoooOOooo Bastet. ❀

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    1. Bickering witches are the best! I think they’re slowly adapting to the inclusion of humans in their lives, but it’s hard to undo so many centuries of ignorance and prejudice in a single day (okay, decade… or two).

      Poor Persephone! She just had an accident, ok? Why does no one believe her?! 😭
      😈
      I’m sure she doesn’t have an agenda, that’s just so unlike the Fae.
      I asked my cat if he wouldn’t mind turning into a hot pirate guy; so far nada. 😬

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  3. Why are your chapters so much *fun,* Fruity?! Every time I finish one I’m like, “Noooooo!” πŸ˜€ It’s all so magical and whimsy–I was gawking in the background at the way you have things placed around the room, and I love all the details! The knives hanging from the walls, the plants everywhere, the stone floors and walls–SO MUCH FUN!!

    I hate cats, but I would take Balsam home with me. Oh yes. Yes I would.

    On the other side of things–MAGICAL WISHING WELL???? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…I think I might know something about one of those…

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    1. I don’t know man! I love me some whimsy tho πŸ˜‰ it is known.
      I can’t take oodles of cred for that room; mostly I left the kitchen as I found it (a few minor adjustments of course!) I left the link for it in the footnotes a few chapters back if you want it for yourself tho!

      I’m glad you approve! Balsam is a little head cannon A/U baby from my D&K Juicy ship 😈
      So he’s a pirate (haaa) because ship? Idek, made sense in my head.

      So many magic. Much well. Very wishes. πŸ™ˆ

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  4. Perseus…is he REALLY the son of Prim? I would love to see his daddy!

    And the wishing well will come into play. Didn’t it cause some of this drama, catapulting Pili and Cassie into another dimension?

    Prim needs to control that fiery anger of hers or she WILL embarrass herself. LOL!

    Looking forward to seeing if they can find the Anchor!!!

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    1. I believe Perseus IS really Prim’s son, if memory serves, his daddy is a bespoke sim of mine I have sitting in my library… I’ll see if he’s still around 😈

      These magical devices man! Always falling into the wrong hands and messing with people’s lives!! This one in particular has been causing issues since last gen 😎

      Poor Prim! She just doesn’t get why everyone is so incompetent and prejudiced towards fairies!

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  5. Oh noes! I can no longer keep my eyes open and must pry myself away from this story! 😦

    An interesting development regarding the well, colour me intrigued!!! What colour is intrigued by the way, I’m thinking purple with lime green pinstripes? πŸ˜€

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    1. Sleep WELL (see what I did there? Haaa… can’t stop won’t stop).

      Purple with lime green stripes you say? Are we talking about the colour of intrigued or Oly’s boxers?? πŸ€”

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  6. Dang, that well just keeps coming up, doesn’t it? πŸ˜‰ Love the way this chapter tied some things together for us! Also, I was going to call Bella out and be like “Um, DUH!” about this part: “were we wrong all this time in keeping everything from the children?” But somewhere in an AU, the Rosebrooks are all cheering at this secrecy and lack of honesty πŸ˜€ Hehe

    And awww ghostly Bastet! I now have mixed feelings about seeing her again, thanks to your recent comment πŸ˜₯ You tease! LOL

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    1. ROFL
      Yes, they would definitely approve of witch-lile secret keeping!
      I mean… secrets are fine! 😬

      I mean, seeing ghosts is always a good omen, right?? O.O

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  7. Awww…ghostly Bastet! 😒 Great exchange between the two witches or should I say witch and faewitch? So Primrose has some fae blood. I wonder if all Persephone really wants is simply her brother…but maybe it isn’t so simple and she needs a magical child to find him…

    Oh wait, there was something about a first born somewhere….now I can’t recall. Hmmm…. Holly wouldn’t be happy if Balsam tried to trick her. I bet she would know something was up since she likes climbing the mahogany pole…. surely she would wonder why he seems β€˜different.’ Lol…

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    1. Bastet messes with us all in her ghostly form 😈
      It’s true Prim has fae blood! All the witchy lines are descended from a powerful supernatural race of some kind (or so they claim).

      Alas, Persephone’s motives remain unclear and her endeavors somewhat fruitless (frootless?) for most of this gen 😬

      I wouldn’t be surprised AT ALL if Holly knew Balsam was trying to trick her; Holly is a strange (and stangely savvy) little creature.

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