#chaunce dill

[treybriggsthewriter]

Meet the characters of Astrid the Devil. You can catch up with the story (or go through all the lovely online features like character pages, audio journals, and encyclopedias) at www.astridthedevil.com. 

I appreciate your time!

All writing by Trey Briggs || All art by @freemechanism

[treybriggsthewriter]

Astrid Emerges - Chaunce Dill

Astrid, Emerges - Snippet from Astrid the Devil

Written by Trey Briggs (www.maybetrey.com)

Art by @freemechanism (Instagram)

It - no, she - walked slow. Without purpose, without guidance, without anything, really. Astrid’s feet seemed to crash one in front of the other. The wet sand barely moved under them as she trudged forward, head tilted up, a single thin gold light seeming to shine from somewhere on her face.

That wasn’t right.

Chaunce felt something off the minute she’d seen the black dot on the horizon. Hiding in the parking lot, afraid to get any closer, she watched the waves bring whatever it was closer and closer. The long hand bobbing in the waves, barely visible in all that thick darkness, barely big enough to break that surface. She felt like something wasn’t right the minute she’d turned over in bed and heard the piercing whine. It got louder and louder the more she’d tried to ignore it and then it was just an angry, red grumble. Chaunce got up then. She avoided her mother in the living room, in the same spot she always was and went straight to the beach.

It had been so long.

And now there was nothing she could do but watch. Chaunce didn’t interact with that type of depth. She didn’t appreciate this type of mystery. How Astrid could be there after...well...it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t going to end well.

Staring, the strangest feeling took over her. It sank her to her knees, tears struggling to fill her big eyes, mouth trembling. She couldn’t help but feel like she wasn’t looking at a person. This girl trudging along the beach, thick knots of hair touching the sand, hands clenched into fists, this girl wasn’t a living thing. This wasn’t who Chaunce had been waiting for, night and day, worried about. Chaunce knew what Astrid felt like, what she looked like. In a way only she could understand, even, she knew what Astrid’s mind was like.

After a long time, Astrid stopped walking. Chaunce turned from the shadows hiding her and walked. There was no point in saying anything. Even as afraid as she was, the more important feeling that took over her was heartbreak. Devastation.

This was Astrid. Of course it was Astrid.

But in a way she didn’t understand, it wasn’t. And even worse than that, even more deeply hurtful…

She was alone.

Read more at www.astridthedevil.com!

[huhohitsjustmysims]

Astrid and Chaunce continue to give me hours and hours of great play time. I like taking random love shots of them - when I get better at the whole ‘JEEZ THAT’S SOME GORGEOUS SIM PHOTOGRAPHY’ stuff I’d like to try photoshoots.

I have almost 2000 photos of them because I like their lives better than mine. Of course.