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1325
The next few days were a blur. Gabriel’s uncle and his family came as soon as they could and helped Gabriel look for Dawson, but it was no use. Gabriel knew it was hopeless. The next morning, Marisol’s family came to help with the search, and also brought food and helped clean the house. They knew Marisol was struggling. After a few days, everyone started to give up. Whoever had taken Dawson was surely far away by now, and they would never find him. All they could hope for now was a miracle.
By the end of the week, everyone in Henford had heard of the Radcliffes’ misfortune. Most people were very sympathetic, losing one child’s like that could only have happened by the Watcher’s intervention, it was a divine act of wrath. Some people, like Lorena, Gabriel’s former stepmother, started rumoring that his family was actually cursed by the Watcher, and that associating further with him and his family would only bring more misfortune to anyone who dared talk to them. Thankfully, none of the Radcliffes’ friends thought the same, and came by to offer their support as often as they were able to.
Adrian, Gabriel’s uncle, was especially sad about the recent events. He often talked about it with his family, and they prayed for Gabriel and Marisol, and of course for little Dawson, wherever he was. Adrian had only lost one child, a stillborn baby named William, so he couldn’t imagine what his nephew was going through. He didn’t know what was worse, holding your dead baby in your arms and wondering what could’ve been, or having spent time with your baby and then having them taken away from you, and never knowing what had happened to them. He was Gabriel’s father figure ever since his father had died, and he wished he could offer some kind of comfort to him. In truth, there was nothing to say that could make this better.
1325
tw: kidnapping
Gabriel was woken up in the middle of the night by Marisol frantically shaking him. She looked as pale as a ghost, and was starting to hyperventilate. Dawson is gone, he’s gone, she kept repeating. Gabriel immediately got up from the bed to check on him, dreading to see his son’s lifeless body. Instead, he saw an empty crib, Dawson nowhere to be seen. He paused. Where was he? He turned to Marisol, confusion written on his face. That’s when his wife told him, in between sobs, that he had simply disappeared. She had gone to check on him, worried that he had gotten sick when he didn’t wake them up demanding a feeding, and he just… wasn’t there.
Gabriel was speechless. Dawson was too small to have gotten out of the crib on his own, someone must’ve taken him out of it. His blood ran cold: someone had come into their house, without them noticing, and taken their son. Why didn’t he wake up in time? Why didn’t Dawson cry? Had the intruder done something to Dawson to make him silent? But there was no time to dwell on these questions, he had to act quickly. Maybe the kidnapper was still near the house. Gabriel ran outside, trying to make out anything in the pitch black darkness but it was no use. He went back into the house with the intention of finding a rush to help him see anything in the dark, but Marisol had beaten him to it and handed him a rushlight. He ran outside again, shouting into the night, begging the intruder to give them their son back. They didn’t have a lot, but the intruder could take anything, anything at all, as long as they gave Dawson back. No one replied.
Gabriel was trying to decide which way to go, which way the kidnapper had gone, when he noticed something. The snow that covered everything, the path to the house, to the fields, everything: it hadn’t been disturbed. There were no footprints leading out of the house to the main road, like no one had ever even been in their house at all. He was pretty sure it hadn’t snowed that night, so why were there no footprints? He went around the house checking the windows, but there were no footprints anywhere.
Gabriel stopped for a second, trying to catch his breath and stomp down the panic that was getting stronger every second. He felt a strange taste in his mouth, something earthy and a little bitter. It felt familiar. Too familiar. And suddenly, he remembered. The spider bite when he was a child, the old woman rumored to be a witch, a bitter-tasting antidote in exchange for… for… Gabriel swallowed. The taste in his mouth turned sour, and he struggled to keep the contents of his stomach inside. He hastily told Marisol to go get help, and ran out to the main road.
The witch had taken Dawson. He was sure of it, like he knew the sun rose every morning. He ran up the hill, looking for the cabin where he had made a deal so many years ago. He stumbled more than once, but he couldn’t stop. Not when he knew his son was in that cabin. He finally made it to the top of the hill, but there was nothing. No sign of a building ever being there, there were just trees and shrubs that looked like they had been there for years.
How could an entire house disappear? Did the witch move somewhere else? Did she take Dawson with her? Had the witch ever even existed? Gabriel’s head was spinning. Where was his son? He fell to his knees and tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. What would he tell Marisol? His son was gone, truly gone. He started crying, because he knew, deep in his bones, that he would never see his son again.
guys im gonna be real with you, my queue runs out on friday. I’ve been playing paralives and haven’t opened the sims since the day I bought it 😬 whoopsie
i could force myself to play and edit and write to have a post on sunday but honestly, i play the sims because i like it, and it’s not a job and i don’t want it to feel like one. im really stressed out with uni right now so forcing myself to keep up with the udc while im trying to finish my semester is kinda sad
so, uh, expect updates eventually, but there probably won’t be a post on sunday
guys im gonna be real with you, my queue runs out on friday. I’ve been playing paralives and haven’t opened the sims since the day I bought it 😬 whoopsie
1325
After Dawson’s baptism, the Radcliffes invited Marisol’s family over for a quiet celebration. Or at least, it was meant to be a quiet affair, as to not bother baby Dawson. In the end, both Aveline and Adam, Marisol’s twin brother, drank more than they should’ve, and were quite loud. Dawson was understandably fussy throughout the evening, but Marisol was still glad her family had come to visit. They left and Marisol went to sleep, expecting to be woken up by her son demanding a feeding.
Gabriel stayed awake for a while longer, though. He tried his best to participate in the general cheerful atmosphere but his heart just wasn’t in it. Nicole was supposed to be there, celebrating with him. He shed a few tears, now that no one was there to see him.
He made his way to Dawson’s crib, where he was starting to fuss. He took his son in his arms while he thought. He had always looked out for himself and himself only, and he had yet to regret it, but lately he had realized he couldn’t bear the thought of losing Marisol. Seeing her suffer through her contractions made him wish she would never have to endure pain ever again. And now, this little squirming thing was completely dependent on him and Marisol. Gabriel had never considered himself a family man, but he guessed he was one now. Nothing bad would ever happen to his family, he would make sure of it by whichever means necessary.
1325
Gabriel and Marisol were still reeling from Nicole’s death when Marisol’s labors began. Gabriel immediately went to get help, while Marisol focused on her breathing to try to keep calm. Her husband came back with his aunt Diana and Marisol’s mother, Aveline. There was no money for a midwife. The two women helped Marisol through her contractions, while Gabriel tried his best to keep out of the way and let the women work. He helped by boiling water and keeping the house in order, but he wished he could do more. His wife was in a lot of pain, and he could only watch on helplessly as she struggled.
After what seemed like days to both Marisol and Gabriel, it was time to push. Marisol gripped Gabriel’s hands so tightly he thought they were surely broken now, but he didn’t mind. A squealing, healthy baby was cleaned and placed in Marisol’s arms for her to nurse. It was a baby boy, his parents named him Dawson.
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In Memorian Of Nicole Radcliffe (1305-1324)
Nicole Radcliffe was the fifth child of David and Ada Radcliffe, the fourth one to live past infancy. With three older siblings already, Nicole learned to crawl very quickly so she could follow them around and be included in their games. Soon, she learned how to walk and talk, and the four of them went on fun adventures together.
Growing up, Nicole had never been particularly close to her siblings: Gwen and Gabriel were off on their own adventures and excursions, Chloe found her annoying, and Cassian and her always fought. The only sibling she had truly been close to was her baby brother Caleb, but he passed away at less than two years old. She always felt disconnected from her siblings, so she clinged to her parents and older relatives. She was especially close to her mother, they shared a deep love for food and she spent most of her time talking to Ada while she cooked.
As time went on, she made friends outside her family circle: she was especially close to John Wakefield. She was glad to be able to talk to someone who understood feeling disconnected from their siblings.
In 1313, after years of losing siblings, another tragedy struck her family: her father died. Not long after that, her only remaining younger sibling also passed away. Her family unit was reduced to just Nicole, her mother, and Gwen and Gabriel. There was a silver lining to all of this, though: Nicole became closer to her brother Gabriel, bonded by their shared grief. Then, another loss: her eldest sister, Gwen, also passed away. With the family unit down to three people, and with no husband, Ada had to get married to another man.
And then, the famine started. Nicole struggled a lot with the food shortages, so as soon as she was able she asked to learn how to cook. Being able to actually cook the food made her feel less powerless against hunger (and maybe she stole bites of food while she cooked, with no one the wiser). She bonded a lot with her mother, Ada was preparing her to run her own home when she became of age. Sadly, Ada never saw Nicole become a young woman: she passed away after a difficult birth. Nicole then became the only woman in the household, having to take care of the cleaning and cooking for three years until her stepfather remarried. Her new stepmother was not quite a mother figure, more like and older sister, but they got along quite well until Gabriel decided to leave the house and take Nicole with him.
At the new house, Nicole and Gabriel’s relationship soured. Nicole had had enough of grinning and bearing it: her grief and frustration manifested in being easily irritable. This annoyed her brother, who started thinking of marrying her off to John, her former best friend who she had recently fought with. John apologized eventually, but things weren’t the same after that. Additionally, Nicole found, if not love, a strong affection between her and her friend Flora. But sadly, a bad case of influenza killed her before that love could truly blossom.
Nicole was buried at the local cemetery, leaving behind a grief-stricken brother and good-sister.
I mentioned in my Alice lookbook that I reckon, even though no one in the Spencer-Kim-Lewis household has a job, Eric is singlehandedly supporting everyone with his successful run on primetime medical sex-drama Malpractice. Including his mother Vivian.
Eric might be famous, but Viv's the real one to watch. Give her 30 minutes and she'll have you confessing your deepest secrets over a glass of grape nectar and a grilled cheese sandwich.
You just better hope no one at Willow Creek power-walking club judges you too hard...
people!!!
first time playing in months so i'm remaking willow creek townies for the 15632nd time
1324
When he realized that Nicole was dead, Gabriel had to resist the urge to fall to his knees and cry until his voice gave out. He was the head of the household, he needed to keep his composure even though he felt like the world had ended. He asked Marisol to stay home and he made his way to his uncle’s house. As he walked, he kept thinking of how during the night he had been so sure that when morning came, he would go get the apothecary to help his sister heal, not his aunt and cousins to help with her funeral rites. The sun rising behind him felt like a mockery. His sister was not supposed to die, not this young, not when she was the only sibling he had left. But he kept walking, there was no time to cry now.
Meanwhile, Marisol had stayed home with no one but her good-sister’s earthly remains as company. At least the chickens were going about their day as if nothing had happened. Marisol took care of them and then returned to keep Nicole’s body company. Marisol was not a believer, she never had been. There was simply no way that someone had the fate of the entire world planned out, she thought. This also meant that she didn’t believe in the dead rising again, so she was not afraid at all to be alone with a dead body. Nicole’s dead body. She wished she had gotten to know her good-sister better, maybe they could’ve been closer. It didn’t matter now.
Eventually, Gabriel came back with his aunt Diana and her two daughters. Gabriel went straight to the field: farm work spares no one, no matter who dies. Diana, her daughters Ellen and Piper, and Marisol proceeded to undress, wash and place the shroud over Nicole’s earthy remains, working quietly and efficiently.
A vigil was held for a few days, and then Nicole was laid to rest at the local cemetery. Many people came by to pay their respects, including the Greystrokes, the McMullens, and John Wakefield. John was especially distraught, and Gabriel felt sympathy for him. He would’ve liked for John and Nicole to get married eventually, and it seemed as if John felt the same. If anyone saw how Flora McMullen, a friend of Nicole’s, was just as upset as John, they didn’t think to mention it.
When they finally got home, Gabriel let it all out. He hadn’t let himself cry at any point in the last few days, but now that it was just him and Marisol, it was as if a dam had broken. He cried until his voice was hoarse, and then continued crying silently. While Nicole had certainly gotten more annoying recently, and he had thought of marrying her off to get rid of her, it’s not as if he had wanted her to die. She was all he had left of his childhood, his only remaining sibling. And now she was gone. He had never felt so utterly alone.
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1324
As time passed, Nicole wasn’t getting any better. At first, she was just more lethargic than usual, but eventually started complaining of a persistent headache and Marisol thought it best to let her rest on her bed for a while until she felt better. When her good-sister started shivering and sweating, Marisol got worried and talked to her husband about it. Since Gabriel spent most of the day outside in the fields he hadn’t really noticed Nicole’s worsening condition, but when he learned of it he initially waved it off. It was winter, people got sick. It wasn’t until him and Marisol got woken up by Nicole groaning in pain, that he really worried. She wouldn’t wake up completely, she just whimpered and mumbled incoherently. She struggled to breathe, her breath coming in painful rasps.
Marisol and Gabriel looked at each other, but for Gabriel to leave his pregnant wife basically alone in the middle of the night, in winter, was not an option. They decided that in the morning Gabriel would go to the nearest farm, his uncle’s house, for help, and ask for his aunt to keep Marisol and Nicole company while he looked for the apothecary.
In the end, it didn’t matter what they had decided to do. Nicole got weaker and weaker during the night, and as dawn broke, she got really agitated. As Marisol and Gabriel looked on helplessly, she tried to get out of the bed, gasping for air. Gabriel tried to catch her in his arms, but Nicole fell too quickly to the ground, too weak to move anymore. With the help of Marisol, they tried to move her back to her bed, but then Gabriel noticed Nicole wasn’t making those rasping breath sounds he had almost gotten used to. As soon as they got her in bed, Gabriel checked her pulse, but there was nothing. Nicole was gone.
