The grown ups all congregated in Prim’s dining room (and via wifi) and pretty much all instantly agreed that it was time to bring the kids in on their super secret past stuff because Oly was totally blowing their cover anyhow.
Aries walked in and almost gave Pili and Kalvin a jammer (because Khafre resemblance), but then Persephone followed up with an explanation (off camera cuz we already know all about that and am trying really hard to keep these chapters under 2000 words ok).
Then Pili and Cass had nudie pillow talk about whether or not Persephone might be Up To No Good (Pili is #TeamPossiblyUntrustworthy, Cassie is #TeamProbablyTrustworthy, for the record).
“So…you’re Calliope, not Antonia, and your sister is Hollyhock, not Octavia.”
Calliope-not-Antonia gave Cassie an encouraging smile, “you got it, girlfriend.”
“And it’s like a sanctuary…for witches?” Cassie scrunched up her face, trying to successfully parse those things in her mind.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Calliope shrugged, “except it’s really just for two witches; my mom and my Aunty Prim…well, and their kids and grandkids, etc.”
“Right, because they have that blood-bond thing going on.”
“Basically, yes, and it keeps us all safe from outsiders…witches don’t usually create pacts like that, so it’s sort of a special deal.”
“Are they, like, you know,” Cassie waggled her eyebrows.
“Hah! No,” Calliope tried to imagine how much worse the squabbling would be if her mom and Aunty Prim were lovers on top of everything else, “they’re just super good friends; they were fostered by the same witch, back in the day, and grew up like sisters.”
“And witches don’t usually have sisters,” Cassie repeated the information from memory; she’d had a lot of new info thrown her way all of a sudden…as if getting thrown forward in time to an older catatonic body wasn’t freaky enough?
“Yeah, it’s super rare; usually we’re all one and done, but of course my mom had two kids, which is really impressive,” she chuckled, “to hear her talk about it, though, she got quantity instead of quality.”
“Omg, did she say that to you? That’s so mean!”
“Eh, it’s fine, it’s just her way of pushing us; witches don’t adapt very well to change and she’s really pretty proud of herself for popping out two daughters.”
“Okay, so name changes, witchy-bubble of protection because blood pact, mostly only-child syndrome, except for your mom because super-womb, and they split me in two–” Cassie fought not to scrunch up her face again, but not because it bore thinking about too hard.
“Yeah, sorry about that; Holly and I didn’t want to leave you alone with them, but we thought we were on the trail of something that would save you,” she frowned, “you were looking pretty damn bad, Cass.”
“I know, it’s fine, really,” Cassie felt her smile falter, “I mean, I guess it’s only fine because the splitting thing worked? No one wants to be catatonic because they have two people trying to share one mind…”
“And I’m sorry about that too…again, I mean,” Calliope sighed, “we’ve got a lot to be sorry for, we kind of fucked you over big time.’
“Well, you didn’t mean to,” Cassie tried to seem forgiving, even if she was still feeling a bit miffed, “I just feel sorry for the other…half?”
“Half, three quarters…something like that, give or take.”
“She must be so confused,” Cassie shook her head, “I mean, I know she won’t remember what I remember, but I feel like I should send her a card or something…I still know stuff she knew, like some of her pieces are filling in my cracks.”
Calliope sighed, “I honestly don’t even know where she is now, mom and Aunty Prim said she probably ended up back where she was when the spell hit her in the first place, wherever that is…poor kid, I hope it didn’t mess her up too much.”
“I don’t even have a last name…Callie, I don’t know who I am–“
“You are Cassandra of Al Simhara,” Calliope told her firmly, “and you don’t need a last name, though if I may say so, I think that ex-vampire might be keen to give you his…”
“I don’t get it though,” Calliope frowned, “I’ve never seen Holly’s magic fail like that; we were supposed to find something that was going to help you get better, but mom and Aunty Prim fixed you and all we found was a guy–like, a hot guy, but still…”
“But it didn’t fail!” Cassie protested, “don’t you see? Your mom and aunt might have done the operation, but you and Holly provided the rehab; I seriously wouldn’t have come out okay without seeing Pili.”
“Aw, you don’t give yourself enough credit! You’re a lot stronger than you think you are Cass; a lot of humans would have straight up died during the splitting.”
“Still!” She insisted, “having him here has made all the difference…I was feeling so lost and confused and out of place, and then there he was, and it all just seemed to make sense again.”
“Hah! As much as anything can make sense after all this being a magical piñata bullshit…did I mention we’re super sorry about that?”
“Omg yes, stop apologizing okay?” The woman snorted, “you’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to me anyhow, you know, since I can’t leave this–what was it called again?”
“The Woulding,” smirked Calliope, “and yeah, we got you; we’ll set you up with a nice run down place of your very own, and Aunty Prim is brewing up a batch of vampire cure for that man of yours–”
Cassie felt the blood rush to her cheeks again, “he’s not my man–”
“You should tell him that! I’m pretty sure he thinks otherwise… speaking of which, have you two–?” She waggled her eyebrows back at the human.
“No! Omg, maybe after he gets the cure? You know, if he wants to…”
“Dude, he totally wants to; why do you think he’s doing it in the first place? For the lulz?”
“I guess I hadn’t thought about it, I mean, that is a bit weird, right? Him just giving up immortality all of a sudden–?”
“He said he didn’t want to father any vampire kids, didn’t you guys talk about it at all?”
“Kids? Well…no,” Cassie frowned, “I mean, I sort of feel weird about that whole idea–oh Goddess, Callie! He’s going to all this trouble and I don’t even know if I want kids! I mean, I know it’s been hundreds or thousands of years for him, but it’s only been a few weeks or months or whatever for me…”
“Chill Cass, I’m sure he’s doing it mostly for him…but, I mean, yeah, definitely talk about the kids thing, when you’re ready…there’s no rush, right?,” Calliope’s expression faltered suddenly, “I’m pregnant, by the way.”
“Yeah, sorry, I’m a bit awkward with segue’s, but I needed to tell someone–“
“When did that even happen? I mean, I didn’t know you had a…partner?”
“Oh, I don’t! Well, not really, it’s a bit different for witches? We don’t normally keep our baby daddies around…I mean, Holly’s pretty attached to that human guy she brought back with us though…”
“So, it’s kind of like an arranged…breeding?” Cassie tried not to look distressed at the idea.
“Yeah, something like that; it was part of mom and Aunty Prim’s pact,” Callie shrugged, “Perseus, that’s Prim’s son–”
Cassie blinked, “the pink-haired guy?”
“Right! They agreed that he’d father a kid for me and a kid for Holly, that way both mom and Aunty Prim would have an heir to continue their lines…witches are super weird about their bloodlines btw, and sons are rare, so Perseus is kind of a big deal…like, better than hunting down a rando werewolf or something, right?”
“I’m sorry, your mom decided who was going to be the father of your kid…how is that okay?” Cassie looked extremely horrified, and Calliope wasn’t sure how to make her understand.
“It’s not like…okay, they can’t make us do it, but it’s all tied up in the magic that keeps my home safe, and having kids is different for us than it is for humans? It’s more like a calculated decision because it’s not like we can have a do over, usually, so you really need to make sure that you’re investing carefully in the witch who is going to be the caretaker of your family line for a few thousands years, right?”
Cassie squinted, “but…you can say no…”
“Oh yeah, sure, but why would I? So, don’t feel weird about it, because I was going to do it anyway.”
“Why would I feel weird…omg,” Cassie gasped, “you did it so I could stay, didn’t you?!”
“It’s no big deal! Like I said, I was going to do it anyhow, but mom was talking about sending you to another dimension…and, you know, I feel like I owe you a bit, Cass–”
“It’s cool, seriously; now mom and Aunty Prim are thrilled to have a grandkid on the way, and you and your maybe-man can stay in The Woulding…”
Cassie interrupted her friend with a big hug, “congrats, Callie!” There really wasn’t anything else she could say after such a gesture.
“Duuude!” Gasped Oly, “so meta…”
“What did you see?” Persephone asked softly.
“Bitch, were you watching me sleep??” Oly couldn’t help being slightly impressed by this chick’s level of commitment to her creepiness.
“Don’t be silly,” said the creepy question dodger, “tell me what you saw.”
Oly sat up and shot Persephone the real-talk look, “like, do you even know what a massive weirdo you are?”
Persephone hardly looked phased, “cousin–”
“I dreamed about my moms and Mrs. C making the blah blah about stuff I already know, okay? And then moms said she was pregnant, with me…now, about you–”
“There is nothing say of me,” the weirdo smiled strangely, “though perhaps, one day, you shall come to it on your own.”
“There is so very much I could show you, cousin…”
“Wow, uh…Goddess, I hope you’re talking about dream-magic–” and not, like, dismembering puppies, or something.
“There is much beyond The Veil, my child,” her voice dropped an octave like creepy voices do, “more than a slip of black and white, stolen from the pages of times past…”
“Whoa, wait…is that creepy girl code for ‘wanna dream in colour and see the future?’–”
“That…and more, if you wish it.”
“Umm, fuck yes I wish it!”
What? Did you think Oly would say no?? LOL.
Omg, only one more chapter until TEENS. And you know what that means; HORMONES. Bitches love hormones.
Also, probably very few exposition dream chapters from here on out (you’re welcome if you hated exposition dream chapters :D), or at least the long ones; but hopefully this one cleared up a few lingering questions!
Here, enjoy it while it lasts:
Osiris Family: “HAPPY SIMMING!!”