“I’ve been thinking, Sky,” Forest said. “I think the real reason nobody will talk to you in school is that being around you makes them think about death.”
“Shut up, Forest,” Sky said. “You think you’re so smart, but you don’t know anything about people.”
“I know everything about people,” Forest retorted. “You just let emotion cloud your judgement. I’m not saying it’s GOOD that you make people think about death, but you can’t do anything about it if you can’t admit it.”
“I don’t know,” Hunter said. “I think it’s kind of, I don’t know, spiritual that we’re all descended from a ghost who fell in love with a mortal. It doesn’t make me think about death. It makes me think about defeating death. You know, making death into just another stage of life.”
“Defeating death is called undeath,” Forest said. “Sky and Dad are totally undead.”
“You two can say exactly the same thing, and Hunter still sounds smarter than you, Forest,” Sky said.
“You won’t say that when I design the first manned spaceflight to Mars or something awesome like that. The power of the brain is what defines the world.”
“Whatever,” Sky said. “You think you can make everything about numbers. Music lets you see people’s hearts.”
“Music is still numbers and math, you know,” Forest said.
Hunter sighed. “I’ve always thought we’re more than just hearts and brains. Something more… special. Hey! Zap the zombie will you??”
The triplets were becoming their own people day by day.
Forest dreamed of ruling the world, and nobody could tell him that was too grandiose a dream.
Then again, he spent so much time on his big plans that he kept losing track of the little things.
Hunter dreamed of magic places and the secret souls inside all living things.
But he was also haunted by nightmares. He confided some of these to Forest, who only told him to expect the world to be like that.
Sky, on the other hand, didn’t seem to dream. Or if she did, she refused to talk about it.
Sky struggled with school. Homework wasn’t hard for her, but at the same time, it gave her no satisfaction. There had to be more to life than dates and figures. She quickly gave up trying to reach out to her classmates. Nobody would talk to her. They were either frightened or just creeped out by her otherness.
She did her best to have fun by herself.
Art and music were her lifeline. She wheedled Aunt Ada into showing her the basics of painting, and soon she was filling canvasses with the beauty she saw around her.
When she was sure nobody was around to hear her, she sang softly to her dolls — airy, haunting melodies that she made up herself. Sometimes the songs didn’t even have words.
Hunter had no more success socially, but it was because the thought of talking to someone outside his family filled him with terror.
He envied Forest’s easy confidence, and he spent a lot of time tagging along.
Forest could be a lot of fun. You just had to wait for the right moment. Though whatever Forest put in his pillowcases for pillow fights hurt more than a pillow ought to.
Whatever the strange gleam was in Forest’s eye sometimes, he spent hours tutoring Hunter and helping him through his homework. Hunter was endlessly grateful, and he was willing to do anything to make Forest happy. Forest was so smart, and Hunter knew he was stupid. He really tried, but it was so hard to make the letters on the page organize into anything that made sense. When Forest read things aloud, it made things so much easier.
Whenever Forest wasn’t around to help him out, Hunter tended to retreat into his imagination.
His fantasy world was so much more interesting than the real world. Nobody was hard to talk to.
And there was never a time when he zigged when he should have zagged.
Forest had big plans than his brother and sister for what to do when there was nobody around to see.
Or maybe just more annoying.
“What!” Veronica exclaimed as she stepped out of the shower. “Which one of the kids did this??”
Then she reached up, and the color came away on her hand. “Damn it,” she swore. “This stuff looks awesome. If the kids were going to prank, they could at least use better hair dye!”
Just a picture of the kids as they’re growing older. I didn’t think I could have a sim I loved more than Charles, but the triplets are giving me a run for my money. I don’t know who my favorite is.
I thought Veronica looked awesome in that prank hair dye, and clearly so did she!
I almost included them, but I didn’t want to give my blog an NC-17 rating. Veronica knows how to flaunt it :).