#mmgen2

[mythiicsims]

“You’re still lying,” Glen said, taking a step back, shaking his head. “After all this?”

“Please,” Elian tried, something deep within her fracturing as she reached for him and he dodged, her panic ballooning. “I’m sorry—”

[mythiicsims]

Jula was fairly sure no one in the room was breathing as they waited for an answer to the request no one had been brave enough to pose before.

Slowly, though, Aunt Sine nodded. “Okay. Let me work on it today—I’ll end it tomorrow.”

[mythiicsims]

“What?!” she shrieked. “What’s—oh my fucking… 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, what is he 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨?!”

[mythiicsims]

“Wow,” Ari breathed eventually. “A real goth.”

“𝘈𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦,” Elian hissed.

“His name is Glen,” Aris told his sister. “Not Goth.”

“I know that’s not his 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦—”

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“Pull her out,” Larissa conceded.

“She’ll never be the same,” Maks lamented.

“But she’ll be 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, Maksim,” Circe reminded him.

His stare hardened. “Will she?”

[mythiicsims]

For as long as she could remember, she’d wanted to be the best at everything she could. She had worked and strived and studied until she’d achieved everything she’d fixated on. This would not break her record.

[mythiicsims]

She heard columns scraping as they shifted too far to keep standing. The boom of rocks crashing through one another. The heartbreaking, deafening cacophony of what had to be the statues falling over. Breaking.

[mythiicsims]

Horace scraped himself up off the floor, eyes going straight to Harlow, who raised both eyebrows. “Don’t think I won’t do it again.”

Horace shrank back. “The dimension would be better off if you left the princess in that form,” he spat over his shoulder as he left.