Oct 13, 2025
Not so Simstober #13 Ectoplasm
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Not so Simstober #13 Ectoplasm
realized it's father's day and that's the perfect day to post this obnoxiously large family photo Of Arkhelios' favorite patriarch, Abraham Helios.
Everyone in this photo is supposedly related to him!~ (Well except the immediate "spouses")
Closeups under the cut
The round ends with Abraham scaring the shit nuts and bolts out of Ironman.
Honestly, at this point, Ironman would be better off moving out on his own lol.
Abraham hummed, raising an eyebrow, “It’s odd you know.”
Giovanni’s fingers tightened around his glass. Abraham continued, “somehow, her DNA matches your new girlfriend’s.”
Abraham watched as Giovanni’s eyes widened. The other man clearly didn’t expect such a blatant accusation.
“You…” he trailed off.
“You certainly didn’t think, after our last meeting, I wouldn’t confirm my suspicions.” Abraham set the glass down on the table next to them and straightened in his seat. He pulled the edges of his cuff links to straighten them, before patting them back into place.
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Gio shook his head slightly toward her, “Sarò dentro tra un momento”
He looked back at Abraham, an apologetic look in place, “Apologies, Abraham. Elle has reminded me that my other children will be home shortly. It seems we’ll have to pick this up later.”
Abraham followed the other man as he stood and handed him his empty glass.
“Elle,” He gave her a slight nod as she moved out of the doorway to let him through, “It is nice seeing you again.”
Abraham noted as Giovanni passed her, he let his fingers touch her elbow lightly, an unspoken thank you.
Abraham would find out the truth, one way or another.
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An inscrutable look passed over Giovanni’s face. Abraham ran his index finger over the rim of his glass, waiting for the other man to find his voice. Either answer would satisfy Abraham. He’d already won the game; Giovanni would have preferred “Elle” being kept a close secret, and Abraham had figured it out immediately.
“....Some things from her past caught up to her.” Gio said finally. He studied his glass intently, pursing his lips. Abraham watched as he mentally pulled apart what information he was willing to share.
“She needed to disappear. That’s why she came here to begin with, if you must you know.” Gio rubbed at a smear on the glass in his hand, pressing his thumb against it in hopes it would erase the dark mark from the otherwise stainless crystal, “Her death was easiest.”
Abraham hummed. He watched the other man fidget with narrow eyes before eventually saying, “I suppose it would.”
Gio gave a stiff nod. As if on cue, the lady of the house pulled open the back door.
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Giovanni said nothing for a long while. Abraham didn’t have a limitless amount of patience, and he had less for the man next to him coming up with lies to tell.
“So,” He spoke instead, “Did you fake her death for some undisclosed reason? Or is her existence reliant on something more similar to my own?”
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