Take Me to the Moon 7.10
Readers, although this blog is normally well within a PG-13 rating, please note this post includes erotic images that may push that limit.
Continued notes in a journal belonging to Grayson Tesla
This evening after another lone supper, I was escorted by the Count to Ms. Morai’s private drawing room. I expected to meet the elderly countess, and discuss the matter of the art appraisals.
Ms. Morai, presumably, was looking into the hearth, with her back to me, as the Count left me. In spite of her age, she appeared to be virile, slightly muscular and sinewy, although her skin had a definite pallor. She wore a slinky purple gown and her black hair was pulled up in stacks on her head.
Even as I concentrate on the memory of the event, it evades explanation.
As she turned to me, and I hesitate to write this, she was not the same woman. It wasn’t that she changed before my eyes, it was like I had lost a few moments in time and another, similar looking, but different one, now stood before me, in a different part of the room. Her hair was adorned with pearls and jewels, and she wore a sari. The sari was chastely wrapped, but the woman before me was not bound by mores.
Her aspect was terrifying. She had the same glowing eyes and long, sharp canines as the women in my dream of the night before, but her eyes were sunken into her skull and her skin appeared to be fine, but cracked, porcelain.
“Call me Absinthe,” she purred at me, as she sauntered towards me, reached up, and caressed the back of my neck. Before my eyes, her visage became younger, her eyes less sunken.
Like a child playing with a temperamental cat, I was charmed, but feared being attacked if I made the wrong move, and froze.
“I trust you have had opportunity to peruse our treasures,” she laughed. “And have formed an opinion of their value.”
We discussed the value and auction logistics of several of her favorite paintings.
As we talked, erotic images kept flickering across my mind.
Cold kisses that made my belly burn
I dreamed I was looking down on myself
Hallucinations of a changeling
At one time, I felt I would suffocate
Grasping at breath and wanting
And just for a barely perceptible moment, tenderness
When I regained my senses, I asked, how she could bear to part with the priceless family heirlooms I had noticed about the castle.
“When you have lived as long as I have,” she smiled menacingly, “you will see that material gain is easily replaced; but finding a reason to continue rising, as moons and decades unfailingly come and go, has the true potential to become unbearable.”
Her answer made no sense to me, but I have written it down in the hopes that I will find a way to exploit this situation. Presently, I find myself, for the first time, at least a step behind my prey.
Journal of Absinthe Morai
Although I felt I had designed the perfect scheme to lighten the heart of my count, he fails to see the fun in it. He doesn’t even rise to the occasion to rebuke me.
“I see your plan unfolding,” he told me, after my first official meeting with our art appraiser. “How is your new plaything?”
“Sleeping fitfully,” I reported.
The Count looked sad. “I will not counter you,” he said. “However, I do not foresee engaging in your game.”
The count, unlike his younger self, seems only to care to live his interminable days in peace, without the thrill of domination.
“I have grown weary of using others,” he told me, plaintively.
Pathetic. I leave him, disgusted.
To comfort myself, in the grief of losing a mentor and long partner in crime, I hunted before sleep, publicly, hoping the count would be forced to reprimand and rein me in, as he has in the past.
I found that this only whetted my thirst, and returned to the castle wanting something more scintillating, to occupy the rest of the night.
After slaking my thirst further, I enjoyed the unfolding of my longer range plan at a leisurely pace.
- Thank you to Choudo Sims for the Against the Wall poses in Absinthe’s green parlor room.
- The final pose in the bedroom is Couple Pose N7 by Kiru
- The next to last screencap shows Absinthe using the game interaction, Compel to Drink, on Grayson.
- Since this is a legacy-style story, I want to explain logistically what’s going on in the game. I don’t play by the legacy rules, for the most part, and for this part of the story I moved Grayson into Forgotten Hollow with Absinthe and the Count for about five game days. I turned off aging and saved separately in case anything happens to Fearghus and Alyse, still back at home in San Myshuno.
- There are a few gameplay and story reasons, that Absinthe is such a changeling. First, Sims 4 Vampires have a dark form in addition to their regular sim form, which is cool and fun to play with. I set Absinthe’s dark form with more dramatic looks and vampire details like sunken eyes. From a story-telling perspective, since she is undead, and has the vampiric power of allure, she projects an image instead of just appearing as she physically is (dead). Because of that, I used a lot more freedom than usual in choosing vastly different hair styles, including some very different color which I haven’t used yet up till now in the story. Finally, in Bram Stoker’s book, three women haunted Jonathan Harker, and I thought, instead of having a literal three women, I would just have one vampire, Absinthe, who changes between different appearances.