fallen angels — chapter 3.12: smoke

warning: this chapter includes mild sexual references, coarse language + strong themes of violence, crime, and drugs. please do not continue reading if these topics may trigger or offend you. i recommend reading this on my blog, not reader. this chapter is set two years after the previous flashback. 


8 YEARS AGO

El almuerzo está listo.” Lilith tiredly slid a plate onto the makeshift table, with the leftover sourdough bread she had baked this morning in the embers of the fireplace. The bread was charred and tough, but the brothers ate the cold, plain slices gratefully. “I still do not understand how you boys have grown on such little food.” Lilith eyed her siblings, taking a sip of her bitter tea. “Genes,” Luc smiled faintly, but then all three fell silent. The gaping void left by their parent’s deaths had persisted even after two years, and as Lilith angrily supposed, it would never diminish until Avarice had been served his justice. But as much as she would have loved to see him burn, they were kids. Young, forgotten kids that could do nothing but watch him bribe and silence his way out of killing over a hundred people.

For the past year, they had stayed in a sad, broken apartment block, hidden within the slums of South Bridgeport. It was a town of invisible people; the buildings were left to rot by the rich, overseas owners, and squatters lost by the authorities in the smoke of the city. The empty apartment the Torres had found was cold and bare, but it was far better than the merciless city streets. Here, while there were only two tiny rooms, there was also running water in the bathroom, and the precious fire kept the family warm on winter nights, when they could scrounge any wood. They had gradually collected old pots and tin cups and slivers of soap, and stole food from different greengrocers. Shoplifting was something Luc especially didn’t like, but the harsh streets had taught them quickly — you had to do anything to survive.

Lilith and Luc had still tried to make life normal for Gabriel. For a couple of months, Lilith had taught him what she knew from school, but he learned far quicker than she had, and resorted to steadily going through the library in a nicer part of town. Most of the time, however, hunger controlled their lives with forceful strings. Gabriel was particularly nimble at pickpocketing, and until just a few months ago, the family had barely survived on stolen coins and Lilith’s resourcefulness. As they had grown up in the violence and desperation of the streets, the two older siblings’ youth had been stripped away, replaced by tired eyes and aching bellies. But it was enough to protect their little brother from losing the same innocence and life, and as long as Gabriel stayed safe, it was worth everything.

***

GABRIEL 

That evening, after the sun had sank in a wash of blood, Gabriel darted out along the dark rooflines and fire escapes of the slum, still in the careful sight of his siblings. At the top of one staircase, he settled down to watch through the windows of a tiny and hidden fighting gym. For many cool, smoky evenings past, he had come here to quietly observe the classes. While he couldn’t hear the teacher’s voice from his vantage point, he could still catch the movements, and that was sufficient for his mind to figure out how they all connected and worked.

It fascinated him, the movements: strikes of breathtaking speed and aggressiveness, kicks that were almost graceful in that they used the whole body. There was one woman Gabriel had picked out to be the teacher. Every class, the controlled power in her movements captured his attention. Over the course of the last months, he had watched closely for the details and slowly began piecing the techniques together in his head. He wanted to learn how to defend himself like that. The time where his siblings had been hurt in protecting him from starvation or people was a memory that scarred him with guilt and anger. So Gabriel watched, thinking, learning.

After perhaps an hour, the students settled and packed up for the class, filtering out into the cold night. Gabriel sat back and closed his eyes, noting the new moves he had seen today: a knee strike and some sort of punch. For a while, he let the brittle wind cool his bones, as he tried to figure out exactly where the strikes had been positioned. He didn’t quite notice that the instructor had come out of the gym until he heard a loud voice call out, “You can come down here, you know.” Gabriel’s eyes snapped open to see the teacher glaring up at him. When he didn’t say anything, silent with fear, she jutted her chin out. “Come on, I just want to talk.”

Gabriel paused, his mind spinning fretfully, before hesitantly deciding to slide down the railings and meet the instructor. Up close, she looked even more fearsome, all muscle under weathered brown skin. “I’ve noticed you watching for the past weeks,” The teacher said curtly. Gabriel lowered his head, ready to dart away at any movement. “What’s your name?” Surprise flitted through him at the somewhat friendly question, and it was a moment before he worked up the courage to reply. “Gabriel,” He mumbled. “Okay, Gabriel. Now, I think I know what’s going on here. It seems I’ve been distance-teaching you for a while. My name’s Evangeline.” At this extension of courtesy, Gabriel blinked, both confused and unsettled. Evangeline appeared to guess his surprise and shook her head impatiently. “I’m not mad at you, just curious. Come inside, it’s freezing.”

Warily, Gabriel followed Evangeline inside the gym, taking a good look at the room. The space was small with worn concrete walls, but it was clean and well-lit, with several punching bags and weights at the far end. “Right.” Evangeline turned, and the cage lights threw her face into relief; it was scarred and lined, but with a fierce, determined life that gleamed in her dark eyes. “Do you know what this form of combat is called?” When Gabriel shook his head, she placed a hand on hip. “Muay Thai, one of the most efficient styles for self defense. The Art of Eight Limbs. Can you tell me why it’s called that?” At her question, Gabriel thought carefully for a moment, picking over the observations in his head. “Um… it uses eight points of the body. Elbows, shins… knees and fists.” After a brief silence, Evangeline nodded with grudging approval. “Very good. Show me what you’ve learnt, then. Go on.” Gabriel hesitated, taken aback by the blunt request, before falling into the elbow strikes he had seen used many times by the instructor, and had practised at the squat himself, much to the disgruntled pride of his siblings.

Evangeline did not comment, simply directing him to the punching bags next. He delivered several kicks before she stopped him, her brows furrowed with curiosity. “I’m impressed,” She finally spoke. “You’ve picked up the techniques well, son. There’s issues with your form, but we can work on that.” Gabriel fiddled with his hoodie, the glow of happiness from the approval dampened by a realisation. “I can’t afford to pay for classes,” He said in a quiet voice, and Evangeline crossed her arms. “I thought so. Why don’t we make a deal, huh? One free class per week if you clean up the gym afterwards. Sounds good?” For the first time a long while, a smile flickered onto Gabriel’s lips. “Yes. Thank you.”

“One more thing,” Evangeline said gruffly. “Why do you want to learn?” This time, there is no hesitation in Gabriel’s answer. “My siblings always get hurt protecting me. I want to be able to defend myself, and them.” The instructor nodded slowly at this. “Alright. Well, you need to start off by getting into good physical shape. There’s no point in learning if you could snap from a strong gust of wind.” The hard lines of her face softened with mischief, and Gabriel laughed quietly. Evangeline, he had already decided, he liked. There was something about her warm toughness that reminded him of his mother, and now because of her kindness, among countless freezing nights and the everlasting ache of hunger, he finally had something to look forward to.

***

LUC

There was a railway line had once run along the fringes of Bridgeport many years ago. As wide, smooth roads had carved out through the city, and trucks had begun puffing smoke along them, the railway had fell into disuse. Now, the abandoned stations and trainmaster’s houses were taken over by young people to drink booze and get high in peace.

One forgotten station had become a particularly seedy place, owned by a seedy man named Tom. The rooms were dark and damp, and more often than not, hazy with cigarette smoke. It was from this ramshackle, boarded-up building he ran his heroin business, and it was where Luc often sneaked away to pick up the drugs and deliver them. It wasn’t something he was proud of, but there were only a few jobs he could take in his situation, and running drugs was the best of them. The job gave him enough cash to avoid shoplifting much of the time, and Tom, while a hard-faced criminal, at least paid Luc fairly and generally made him travel to the less dangerous areas of Bridgeport.

“The client lives at the Rose Station, a mile or so down the rails.” Tom pointed, after giving Luc several packets of the drug, which he gingerly hid in his pocket. He drew his jacket tighter around himself, anxious and on edge. Tom wasn’t intimidating if you were on his good side, but there was a tattooed woman in the room — Marilyn was her name, probably — and the way she surveyed him, through hooded red eyes, unsettled Luc in a manner he couldn’t pinpoint. “And here’s your pay for the week.” Tom handed over a couple notes, which Luc gratefully tucked in his other pocket. Where he got the money, he kept secret from his siblings, instead lying that he had somehow found a little work at a gas station. While there was always a quiet air of desperation about Lilith, he doubted she would approve of such a dangerous job, especially of him being around people like this.

“Now, come join us for a bit, hmm?” Marilyn purred, clicking her nails on the beer bottles. “Why don’t you get to know your trade?” “No… I’m fine.” Luc shook his head, trying to avoid looking at the half-open bags strewn across the table. Tom snorted. “Doing this job isn’t fine, boy.” “Just as well, don’t want to ruin that handsome face of yours.” The woman laughed, the sound drunken and slurred, and Luc took a step back. She didn’t seem to notice and simply puckered her lips, smoke rings drifting out. “You know how you could make more money?” Marilyn smiled, dark and intoxicating as wine. “Go work at one of the brothels in the south. I bet people would pay shitloads for you.”

“He’s still a minor, Marilyn,” Tom grunted, and his partner rolled her eyes. “You get him to run dope and you care about that?” She scoffed, and when he just drew on his cigarette, she lazily cast her scarlet eyes towards Luc. “Sorry. Thought you were older.” Luc didn’t reply, discomfort burning painfully on his cheeks. He suddenly wanted nothing more but to break out of the stifling, smoky cage of the house.

He got his wish as Tom bid him goodbye, and he left the dealer for the deep and silent depths of the city. The blue night was steadily frosting, the cold draining the mortified flush from his skin. It was a long walk down the empty train tracks, and Luc kept light on his feet, keeping a nervous eye on the derelict houses hemming the railway. Rose Station, with a name that belied the somber, broken facade of the house, was almost easy to miss — the lamps around it had been smashed out, and no light shone from the dirty windows.

Despite the dead exterior, the door opened almost immediately when Luc knocked on it, and he flinched. The disheveled man in front of him smelled strongly of beer and weed, all flushed cheeks and watery, black eyes. “You’re here with the brown, aren’t you. Good, I’ve run out,” He said, jagged and sharp. Luc nodded, carefully retrieving the packets from his pocket, passing them over. “That’s eighty dollars.”

The man didn’t answer for a while, and Luc felt unease begin to creep up on him. “Can I pay later?” The client pinched the blunt hard. “The dealer only allows straight up payments,” Luc said slowly, the unease swirling darker, and he backed away slightly. “Well, I need it now,” The man spat out, his eyes suddenly burning with violent desperation. “Sorry, you can’t-” “I’m fucking paying when I want!” He snarled, and Luc only realised the man was holding a knife when the blade slashed across his face, several times.

Luc reeled back, and through the searing pain on his cheek, he heard the door slam shut and lock. Gasping and blood burning down his face, he fled, tripping blindly on the rusty tracks and tangled weeds, all the way back to Tom’s house. Nothing much had to be said for Tom to discern the situation and pick up his pistol, with terrifying calmness. “Get back home, boy. I’ll get the money myself.” Luc didn’t have to be told twice, and he ran through the dark, clumsily pressing a shaking hand to the deep cuts, hot blood dripping between his fingers.

When he managed to find his way back to the squat, Lilith and Gabriel both rushed over in shock and anger. “I’m fine,” Luc managed to splutter through the piercing pain arcing through his cheek. “How are you fine?” Your whole face is bleeding!” It was a moment before Luc realised that in his blind panic, he had smeared blood all over his face and hands. Lilith only relaxed a little when he explained this, her dark brows hard with anger and worry. “We should get you to a doctor.” “You know we can’t do that without IDs.” Luc coughed on the bitter, coppery taste of blood in his mouth. Lilith gave a frustrated sigh and pushed him towards the sink. “Wash your face with cold water, now.” She then began searching for clean cloths, while Gabriel hovered by his brother anxiously. “¡Maldita sea! If only I had a needle and thread!” Lilith fretted as she dug in the fresh laundry. “Then I could stitch up the wounds.”

“Please don’t.” Luc winced at the thought, and she gave him a cloth to stem the blood. “Hmph. What happened?” Lilith stared at his face; now that it was clean and washed of surface blood, three long wounds crossed ugly and bleeding over his right eye. It did not take long for her to guess what had happened. “Who attacked you?” She pressed, and Luc sat down on the edge of the mattress, holding the cloth against his cheek. “Gas station robbery,” He said quietly, the words falling flat through gritted teeth. “Don’t worry. It’s just a few cuts.” At his feeble reassurance, Lilith shook her head impatiently. “Deep cuts that could get infected, you’re lucky that it missed your eye! I’m going down to the pharmacy tomorrow.”  Her silver eyes were suddenly old with exhaustion. Sixteen year olds weren’t supposed to be performing first aid on their siblings, or living illegally in damp apartments, or stealing food instead of being in school. The city of Bridgeport, however, did not care about such things.

***

LILITH

The following day dawned with pale blue skies and cold, salty winds that swept in from the sea. Lilith, despite Luc’s protests, decided to brace the biting weather and head to the tiny local pharmacy. The money that her cousin had passed over felt heavy in her pocket. Lilith didn’t believe his word, of course, and while she couldn’t figure where he had got the cash from, she knew that Luc had been hurt doing so. At the pharmacy, she bought fresh gauze and cheap ointment, silently cursing their situation for the millionth time.

The street in which the pharmacy sat on was almost empty, so Lilith wandered, half lost in thought, half keenly aware of her surroundings. Her senses sharpened when someone else walked by her, like she always did, long having become distrustful of everyone. His arm brushed against hers with casual clumsiness, and she almost didn’t feel it — the briefest touch against her pocket, fleetingly light as a dandelion clock. It was a familiar touch, one she had practised many times before, and she whipped around, grabbing the boy’s wrist.

“Give it back to me. Now.” Lilith stared the boy down, and his startled eyes widened before he reluctantly pressed the note back into her palm. “Sorry,” He mumbled, sticking his hands in his pockets. Lilith looked at him carefully and felt her anger fade. The boy could not have been much older than her; with his threadbare hoodie, messy hair, and sallow, pale cheeks, it was obvious that he was a street kid. “That’s okay,” Lilith said, and the boy’s amber eyes flickered in surprise. “I can’t really blame you,” She continued. “I used to pickpocket quite a bit. You are far better than me, though, I almost didn’t catch you.” Her calm, conversational tone seemed to throw the boy off his feet, and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Why are you talking to me? I literally just tried to steal from you.”

Lilith smiled ruefully, and the expression felt strange, when her face was usually set in a frown. “I am not sure.” She tipped her head. “I just have not talked to someone my age in a long time.” Lilith felt oddly light after saying this; it was true, that she hadn’t held a conversation with another teenager, apart from her family, in years. The boy’s shoulders loosened up. “Me neither.” He turned his head and Lilith glimpsed burn tissue on his face. Something that was common in street kids, from acid or fire. “Well, nice to meet you. My name is Lilith.” Like the boy had pointed out, she didn’t understand why she kept on rambling on to a stranger. She had missed being friendly, she supposed. The boy gave her a guarded look, and Lilith thought he would just walk away, but he didn’t, and he opened his mouth hesitantly. “Raphael.”


There was a ton of research involved for this chapter, and let me tell you, this taught me more about drugs than my school health classes ever did. I hope no one sees my browsing history, because ‘how much is one bag of heroin’ searches and drug recovery websites totally don’t make me look suspicious at all 😂 

Guess what, today is the Kingston’s third anniversary! I haven’t done much the past year, so I’m not going to do a separate post, but I brought the Gen 3 characters together for a group photo! Mainly for a height difference reference, since I’m always confused at what height they should really be in the pictures. I tried to use the OMSPs to match their heights with their written ones, and Raphael (at 190 cm heh) makes Luc & Gabriel look short lmao.

After taking this picture, I realised that I had taken a similar one almost two years ago in real life, and one year story-wise! I only have the header version but boy oh boy, look at these glow ups.  I think it’s funny that Cherry has changed who she is leaning towards, while Luc is still leaning away and Gabriel is now sorta neutral. I didn’t do that on purpose, what is this subconscious pose arranging?! 

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, and I wish my lovely readers a good day ❤ 

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24 thoughts on “fallen angels — chapter 3.12: smoke

  1. All the pictures in this are amazing :O Just wow! And I Iike seeing the different way the Torres cope with their situation.
    I feel ya with the browsing history as well. That feeling of looking over your shoulder as you type ‘how long does it take for a body to decay’… while you silently hope that you’re not on some kind of list…
    Congrats on three years! 😀 Your characters all look so amazing in the picture you took. Makes me want to go play dress-up with my own. But then I have to do math so maybe not 😛
    I loved the chapter as usual – keep it up ❤

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    • Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the chapter ❤️
      It actually pains me to see them in the older chapters, especially Luc- he almost looks like a whole different character now. But oh well!
      Thanks for reading and commenting 😊

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  2. I know it’s a pain to make, but I love flashback chapters! And I especially loved this one, reading how each sibling deals with poverty and pain, each one their own way..!
    Seems like Luc is in the darkest place of them three, and I guess those kinds of incidents will force him to toughen up and be the man he currently is. It’s a journey I look forward to reading actually! 😀 Oh, and reading his story actually makes me understand how he doesn’t take Cherry entirely seriously… he has been through so much, so constantly having to deal with a girl’s insecurities must be something not really worth it for him (deep down)..!
    I loved Gabriel’s storyline, and I loved the way you built Evangeline’s face… tough but kind as well 🙂
    So this is how Lilith and Raphael meet! It seems like Lilith “rescued” him from living alone – maybe in the streets? – and that explains his fondness towards her (although I hope there’s more to that fondness other than friendship 😉)!
    I totally get you on the browser search history thing too, lmao! Oh the things we do for our writing! 😂
    Congratulations on the Kingstons third anniversary! 😀 ❤ Everyone looks amazing in that picture (although the fact that Luc is leaning away from Cherry is, like you said, worrying about their future)!
    I loved this chapter! ❤

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    • I’m really glad you enjoyed it, makes the pain worth it 😀
      Oh, this is the very tip of the iceberg that is Luc’s journey, hehe. This boy has got a crap ton of things coming his way. You’re totally onto something there- though there are also more significant reasons behind his attitude.
      When I made Evangeline she somehow turned out exactly like I wanted, even though I didn’t have a clear face in mind before. I’m looking forward to including her more in the story! 🙂
      You are correct, Raphael becomes close friends with Lilith and eventually moves in. Unfortunately I have big time jumps between each of the flashbacks to skip to the important events. I wanted to show their ordeal in the streets + the gradual development of Lilith & Raphael’s friendship, but then the chapters would stretch on forever, and since I’m already having difficulty with the flashbacks I imagine that would be a giant pain in the butt.
      Thank you very much, for reading and commenting as well ❤

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  3. Oh wow, poor kids, they have so much to deal with and they should have been in high school, doing school chores and not rummaging through the streets and pickpocketing.
    Evangeline has such a tough face which for some reason completely suits her. I don’t know how you did that, but her looks really match her personality, it appears. I wonder what happened that her face is so scarred. And I’m glad Gabriel got his lessons for free. I remember he defended Cherry from the bullies at one point so that’s where he got the skills from.
    I have to say I love how you made the thugs, there’s something really sharp to them and do not look like people you’d get off from easily if you tried to mess with.
    Oh, Lilith acts like a mother to her cousins and then she will be the main caretaker to the whole crew in their apartment for Luc, Gabriel, Raphael, Michel and Cherry. I imagine she’d be a wonderful mother if she ever decided on it.
    Ah, I immediately knew it had to be Raphael when she decided to talk to the boy. Although he looks like a completely different person without his hair dyed crazy colors. Just an (almost) innocent teen here.
    Well, I literally went on search of “how do people suffocate”, lmao 😂 I hope whoever controls our search history is understanding of storytellers. Third anniversary, that’s crazy, mine’s second is in more than 2 months. Oh wow, I love how you actually care to do their heights right. I would hate for them not to be able to perform EA’s animations properly, so I don’t play with it. I admire you for doing so. Also, love what you said about Cherry leaning on Luc and him looking away. I don’t see their relationship lasting for long at the moment, but maybe something will happen that will bring them closer. Weddings, though? Hm, I wonder what that’s about! And a pretty new header you have here 🙂

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    • Oh yes, doing research on the lives of homeless people to write them has really made me appreciate my comfy, normal life, haha.
      I honestly don’t know how I did that either! It truly surprised me when I finished with Evangeline in CAS and posed her in game for the first time, I loved her immediately. I used a premade from the sim bin for the base, though, so maybe choosing that one was lucky! And yay, I’m glad you like the looks of the thugs. I imagine that the guy who attacked Luc was probably shot up or something by the angry dealer.
      I think Lilith would be a excellent mother, too, kind but strict. She has plenty of experience lol. I am looking forward to that possible point in the future 😀
      Agreed, Raphael looked quite different as a teenager, and to be honest I think I like his natural look better. So maybe in the faaaaar future he will chill with the wacky colours lmao.
      Let’s hope we don’t all get arrested LOL. Ooooh it feels weird that we have been working on these stories for years! Yep, I very rarely use the EA animations so changing heights don’t bother me, and generally I lift the sims up using OMSPs, anyway, rather than using the height slider, because it’s more accurate.
      There’s three weddings and I think it’s pretty easy to guess who the first two couples will be, but the third and most important one (in the finale chapter) will be a mystery till quite a long time away. And I’m glad you like the header, I keep on changing it but I think I will stick with this one for a while.
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting! ❤

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  4. It may be a pain for you, but the flashback sequences are a new favorite of mine. 😀 They turn out so beautifully.

    I like how things are turning out for Gabriel. He has a kind of mentor now and is learning something valuable. I really feel for Luc and what he has to do to help them get by. His poor face. And Lillith… well, she’s trying to keep it all together with no resources.

    I laughed when you mentioned your research and search history. I feel your pain as I wouldn’t want anyone seeing mine either, much for the same reasons. LOL

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  5. Yay! A new chapter~ 😄
    I really liked how you split the flashback into the perspectives of the siblings, it must’ve been a pain to set up everything but all the photos came out sooo wonderfully!
    First off, Evangeline is so kind, it’s both heartbreaking and sweet that Gabe wants to learn how to fight to defend himself and his family 💔 I’m looking forward to seeing more of her and the role she’ll play in Luc’s journey. It’s so weird to see him so sentimental and shy when he’s so distant now, but I guess that’s also in part because he’s still young.
    Luc on the other hand 👀 I get that desperate times call for desperate measures but what he was doing was quite hardcore… and it was only a matter of time before it went south like it did. (random side note: those tattoos on Marilyn are quite nice albeit a bit strange, haha) The same thing goes for him in that seeing him so shaken and frightened is kind of strange – but again, this is all along the road to see how they ended up the way they both are now, which I’m excited to see 😊
    The only one who’s somewhat unchanged in her maternal-ness and sharpness is Lilith. Speaking of which, that meeting between her and a dark haired Raph was also both sad and nice – these young kids all have it so hard 😢
    I’m looking forward to seeing them grow closer~
    LMAO at the search history 😂😭 I try to space out my research because looking up so many means of death all at once seems like a red flag, lol.
    Congrats on your 3rd anniversary!!! That group photo is ❤️ and Raphael is looking mighty fine with that hair 😉 I would’ve thought you positioned Cherry and Luc like that intentionally, I can’t wait to see them next chapter! Great chapter 😄

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    • Aww yes I’m glad you liked them!
      You’re right, both brothers are quite soft and gentle right now, but life (aka me mwahaha) is going to chuck bad things their way 🤨 I think Luc knew that something like that would happen sooner or later, he just risked it as it gave him the most money, out of the few jobs he could take without an ID (I read many homeless people don’t own identities which is really problematic for healthcare and employment 😖). He mentions it next chapter to Cherry, actually.
      Oh yes, Lilith and Raphael are both constants when the characters around them change so much. Lilith has really always had to be the strong one for the sake of her family, this girl can’t catch a break lol.
      Thanks! And yeah I like the peach colour on him! Haha, I just wanted Cherry to rest her head on Luc’s shoulder because I thought it would be cute. I didn’t realise how it would reflect their relationship and to the other picture 😂
      Thank you so much for reading and commenting 😘

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  6. And so Lilith and Raphael meet! Seriously shipping them so hard…
    Learning to fight on the streets seems like a smart and useful idea. It’s great that the lady offered to teach him on this arrangement. I just hope Luc doesn’t get into deeper trouble.

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    • Hehe yes, I’m looking forward to developing their dynamic because I haven’t really had any exclusive scenes with them yet.
      Unfortunately, nothing but trouble is coming Luc’s way 😉
      Thanks for reading and commenting ❤

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    • Exactly!
      I’m glad you like them. Yep, I am using Reshade, it’s such an amazing software, I’ve been wanting it for soooo long! My game looks very dull without it haha.
      Thanks for reading and commenting ☺️

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  7. Congrats on three years!!! As sad as they are, I’m loving these flashback chapters. It’s interesting to see how the circumstances shaped each of the Torres children’s personalities – speaking of which, poor Luc. No wonder he ended up being the way he is now. The new picture looks amazing!!!!!!

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    • Thanks! I’m happy you are enjoying them. Heh, this is just the start for Luc. If he only ran drugs I think right now he wouldn’t be too different from his teenage self- scarred, but still quiet and hesitant.
      Thank you for reading and commenting ❤

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  8. Being a writer must be a super dubious defence if someone ever pulls up our search history. Do you think it’s a common attempt to blag your way out of being caught? Oh yes officer, I know I was looking up these illegal things, but you see it was research…
    I’m so happy that I decided to click back onto your blog. I’m really enjoying this. Maybe I’ll even try to find time to go back and read more! You never know, miracles may happen. Either that or I shall invent a way to have more hours in a day, without sleeping less. If only 😛
    I haven’t noticed with the height differences but do you try to do them within pictures too? That’s dedication! Usually I only have a height difference if the pose has been made specifically for that.. speaking of which, I am sure I have used some of your poses in the past. You have such an eye for detail. (Yes, I am going to keep complimenting you in my comments, so I hope you can get used to it!)

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    • Hehe yes, I hope I don’t get caught out one day 😭
      I’m so happy you are enjoying the read!
      Yep, I’m actually quite fussy about height differences to the point where I count the centimetres I raise the male Sim to match his height with his written one. I used to not be so strict but seeing the huge differences in height between pictures bothers me on a deep level, LOL.
      Oh, thank you for all your sweet words, the comments were a lovely thing to wake up to ❤️

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  9. Oh my god. I actually almost cried. Oh my GOD. I used to hold such a grudge against Lil for being able to touch Raph when I couldn’t but… okay. I formally forgive her of all trespasses. This is so sweet. The perfect meeting. And yes… I… I will ship them. GOD. I CAN’T BELIEVE IT CAME TO THIS. AWWW. HE TRIED TO STEAL FROM HER AND GOT CAUGHT I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING AND HAVING THE BIGGEST FANGIRL MOMENT DO YOU HEAR MY SCREECHING IN NEW ZEALAND?! AHHHHHHH! Awwww aww omg. Okay. Form a sentence, Jade. You can DO this. Hahaha, the whole time I was thinking wow Lila must have done SO much research, I can’t believe I’m seeing you write about drugs lol. But it was well done and believable, the slang sounded natural. I really love the introduction of Evangeline! Now I know what you meant by other mother figure. I think that is a really perfect segway and a bit of saving for Gabriel that he desperately needed. I really adored this chapter. The writing is stellar still, you’re doing such a good dang job I can hardly stand it! Stop being so good! The picture are just incredible, adding and accentuating your storytelling. I love how you use your pictures to show things that your writing does not, instead of just taking a picture literally of what’s happening in the story. I’m so much fonder when sim story writers do it this way, instead of having frame by frame reenactments of the writing. I’m guilty of doing that myself, and it’s a habit I desperately need to break (you’d think I would since I love and prefer it so much more lol). Awesome chapter! I can’t get over how absolutely stunning Lil looks in that second to last photo! And ofc, baby Raph, awww be still my heart. LOVE the new legacy banners! They look super badass! I could gush over this chapter for like… an hour but I probably need to take a break here for a bit and do some stuff irl, but I’ll catch up on the last chapters asap!

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    • AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I WAS SO EXCITED TO SHOW THEIR MEETING! I CAN HEAR YOUR SCREECHING LOUD AND CLEAR! LMAO you know Jade, Raphael’s has had like three girlfriends, maybe you should be jelly of them ;-P
      Oh yes, I’ve done so much research on drugs and other heavy ass topics you will encounter later on (avoiding spoilers) and I’m not sure to do with all this disturbing knowledge lol. I’ll tell you more when you fully catch up!
      I love Evangeline, she really is like a tough old mom, and it sorta gives Lilith a break from having to be the mother figure.
      Yeah, I like to have the pictures doing some work, rather than it just kinda being there after the writing. It’s fun adding little details and often the pictures can describe the atmosphere and setting much better than I can in words! Actually, my main focus or intention behind my pictures is to make the characters more human — so more relatable and easy to emphasise with — which is why I’m always trying to make the pics look more realistic.
      Thanks for taking the time to read! I’ve really enjoyed reading your thoughts ❤

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  10. Oh! And another thing I was going to comment on, your version of Bridgeport looks so good! How much of it have you rebuilt? Are you doing a lot of lots yourself or have you downloaded them? They fit the aesthetics of your story so well!

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    • I haven’t necessarily rebuilt the city, but I’ve put in new lots as sets. Hehe, I wish I made them, but I downloaded all of them from Cyclonesue at TSR — they have so much amazing grunge/broken cc + lots, discovering them was like finding treasure!

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