#Rahmi Wells

[sharona-sims]

Rahmi said something insensitive to Lily... 😧

Lily: Did I tell you already? I found a dress, and it's perfect! 

Rahmi: A dress for what?

Lily: The wedding, of course... It's ordered online, which means that it probably will need some adjustments, but that's okay... I'm so excited for you to see it, Rahmi.

Rahmi: The wedding. We're talking about it again? 🙄

Lily: Well yeah. Is there something wrong with that? 

Rahmi: It's just, it's all you talk about lately. 

Lily: Oh... I didn't know it was problem, I'm sorry... 😢

[queeniecook]

January 24

When we arrived at the Watson family farm, Imran and Maira were in the kitchen, finishing up their homework.

"Este, how about you go hang out with the big kids for a bit in the living room while Mommy talks to Rahmi." I told Este, maybe she didn't fully understand me yet but she sure looked excited about what I said. 

"How'd it go in Sulani?" I asked Rahmi after the kids went in the other room. Granted, I know that Naya helped her get ready for a date with Ukupanipo but I wanted to let Rahmi tell me what she wants to tell me. 

"I loved the island! It's so beautiful there." Rahmi started. I nodded in agreement. Sometimes I really do miss Sulani. I know part of it is due to the call of the ocean but it's so pretty there even without that. Not that I don't love where I live now. I'm happy with my life. 

Rahmi went on to fill me in on some of the things she did while in Sulani, like go to the beach with Ukupanipo and a museum with my brother and nephew. We discussed Sulani's history a bit before I heard tiny footsteps. I looked down to see my daughter sitting by us. I guess she got tired of the big kids.

"The last night there, Ukupanipo took me to the bar he works at." Rahmi started, I nodded my head a bit. I really wanted to know how things went but I bit my lip and kept my mouth shut to let her speak. "We had some drinks...we danced....we walked on the beach and uhh..things got kind of...interesting."

"Interesting??" I asked, intrigued.

Rahmi told me what she remembers from that night. 

I about jumped out of my seat in excitement.

"Woohoo!!!" I exclaimed while Rahmi laughed at my reaction. 

"Vera...I don't know what it means, okay? So...I kind of don't want my kids to know, you know? Because I don't even know what's going on really..."

I nodded my head and did the "zip my lips" motion. I fully understand her not wanting her kids to know yet. This could be a huge thing in their Mom's life and ultimately theirs' as well if it goes right. Plus, it's not my business to tell. I'm just happy that she seems lighter and happier. She deserves it.

[thenxghtwemxt]

@succiducus | Rostam and Rahmi, A Private Terrace Near the Grand Breakfast

This was how the story was meant to end; with Rahmi carrying his disgrace into a far-flung, misnomer town to live off his days in genteel poverty. He would grow old and grey, surrounded by the ghosts of his former home. Never to feel the warmth of forgiveness, or the scorch of due rage. Rahmi would spend banishment the same way he spent the first forty years of his life; caught under the weight of other's intentions for him. But by the grace of a higher power, or more accurately, the Ratsifi's... The cycle breaks. Rahmi does not find peace, but he finds purpose. A place. A life. A voice.

Only for that voice to become small, in the presence of his brother's eyes.

His heart beats rapidly against his chest. The palms of his hands growing clammy as he feels, not sees, but feels Rostam's presence. Brotherly intuition, or the pain of a guilty soul. Whatever the case, Rahmi is hyper-aware of the new Sultan upon first arrival. Polite company keeping them apart, though eyes inevitably follow. The former Sultan, the current Sultan. Brothers once, strangers now. If this were the Rahmi of years ago, he would run from this. Hide beneath the regalia and his wife, until he is safe. This, however, is a due argument... And whatever else, he owes Rostam his due.

"Brother." Rahmi calls upon him, eyes wide and burning with meaning. He approaches Rostam from behind, forcing a straight spine and an unwavering approach. "Is that really you?" He looks different. Changed by hard times at Rahmi's own hand. Then again, didn't Rahmi look different as well?

[rainmustfallts4]

Family Ain't Just Blood (short story)

Note: Before we begin, I'd like to say thank you for voting in my poll c: As requested, here is the first of the short stories from my old wordpress blog. As you can see from the information below, it was written a while ago haha

Theme: Dinner

Challenge/Month: Monthly Simlit Short Story/October 2021

Genre: Friendship, family, fluff

Word/Picture Count: 800 words/15 pictures

John felt his hands tremble as he set up the table outside, pushing the chairs in and lighting the citronella candle to keep the bugs at bay. He had never hosted a dinner party before and, though it was all people he held deep in his heart, he was worried. What if he did something that upset them and ruined the relationship between them? He shook his head to rid himself of these worries.

Carly was in the kitchen, working on one of the dishes for the party. She had really jumped into her cooking hobby and was enjoying herself more than she thought possible. He found himself smiling as he admired her, noticing the way her eyes lit up as she crafted dishes.

She gave him a smile. “I’m making Aubergine Parmesan and Blueberry Pie. What do you think?”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “That sounds amazing, darling. I’m going to take a small nap before the party starts, okay?”

“Okay!”

She was proud of the product she had produced. It was her first time making this recipe but she had followed it to a T and was pleased by the smell it was producing.

It was nearly six and John stood before the mirror in the bedroom, checking his appearance. His nerves were at an all-time high and he was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to show up. He found himself glancing at the clock every few seconds.

“Relax, my love.” Carly cupped his cheeks. “They will show and it will be a wonderful night!”

“Thank you,” he whispered softly, resting his forehead against hers.

At 6:20, the guests appeared, dressed to impress as they approached the house. John felt relieved and happy to see all of the people he had grown to love. These people were his friends, his family.

Some sims believe that you can only be family if you share the same blood, but he had learned long ago that blood doesn’t make you family. In his experience, those sharing his blood often let him down or betrayed him, but those he had accepted into his life have always been there by his side, through thick and thin.

“Thank you for inviting us!�� Rahmi smiled, pulling him into a hug. “Maira has been so excited, she hasn’t stopped talking about this night!”

“Mom~” the young Maira complained, pouting at her mother. The two adults just laughed.

The full moon was out tonight, shining down on them as they all took their seats at the table, chatting happily with one another despite the gentle rain falling down on their heads.

John sat at the head of the table, just looking around at his beautiful family. If you would have asked him just a few months earlier if he thought he would be sitting at a table surrounded by people he loved, people that loved him, he wouldn’t have believed you, but now he felt as if he were the happiest man on earth.

Klarence enjoyed all the attention he received, as well, but the night was growing long and it didn’t take long for him to start fussing because he was tired.

John excused himself to put his son to bed, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I’m so happy, my son,” he whispered. “You’re going to grow up surrounded by people who love and support you.”

Dinner was over, but the guests were still sitting around the table, enjoying each other’s company.

Cecilia and Carly were getting along well, even growing their friendship. This made Carly feel happy because she didn’t want to be on the bad side of Klarence’s mother. They had a lot in common, surprisingly.

The night came to a close and the dinner party went splendidly!

Carly was elated by how well it went, but she was also exhausted. After saying goodbye to her friends and giving her boyfriend a soft peck on the cheek, she retired to their bedroom to get some rest.

That left John with a huge mess to clean up. He had never seen so many dirty dishes in one place before! Even so, he was happy over how well the night had gone. His worries seemed so silly now.

Most of the guests had returned home, but Rahul held back because he felt guilty about the mess that was left behind. What better way to thank him than to help clean?

“Thank you, son.” John offered a smile as he washed the dishes.

“Of course! Tonight was a lot of fun.”

After cleaning up and sending Rahul home, John settled himself down on the porch, enjoying the sound of crickets chirping and the chimes singing in the wind. It was the perfect way to end a wonderful night.

[thelaceylegacy]

Farewell Severin, Gen 7 co-heir. Medium and partner in mischief. Curiously enough, Severin never married but he had the most intense love life ever, being the lover of the two sisters: Hilda and Temperance. As well as Rahmi! Proud parent of Livi...and that other boy (Oscar?).

[fangsimblr]

On episode 1 of...

the Most Eligible Bachelor in Tartosa...

For our first day in paradise, we had Guy introduce himself to all of the contestants.

Things were going great until he met Nina and was very attracted to her, but she did not return his affection. He spent the rest of the introductions with a sad moodlet. Immediately confirming the little loser allegations <3

After introductions I added everyone into their house clubs and took note of Guy's attraction levels + first impressions to help decide who would be going home first.

House 1 Liberty Lee - rather charming, imaginative Summer Holiday - very charming, fun to be around (& summer has a crush!) Nighat Caliente - neutral chemistry, clingy Dina Caliente - very charming, responsible Nina Caliente - very charming, clingy Zoe Patel - neutral chemistry, interesting sim Maaike Haas - rather charmless, in dreamland

House 2 Mila Munch - rather charmless, reasonable Eva Capricciosa - neutral chemistry, shallow Jade Rosa - rather charming, fun to be around Geeta Rasoya - very charming, responsible (& geeta has a crush!) Penny PIzzazz - very charming, clingy Miko Ojo - rather charming, reasonable (& miko has a crush!) Catarina Lynx - neutral chemistry, in dreamland (& catarina has a crush!)

House 3 Francine Spencer - rather charming, responsible Bess Sterling - rather charming, reasonable Cecilia Kang - rather charming, strong-minded (& ceclilia has a crush!) Arnessa Thebe - rather charming, in dreamland Rahmi Watson - rather charming, responsible Hilary Laurent - neutral chemistry, responsible Lucia Markovic - very charming, fun to be around (& lucia has a crush!)

(a common theme i noticed was a lot of contestants found Guy arrogant, which makes sense tbh)

After introductions I had Guy have a meal with each house (breakfast, lunch, and dinner respectfully) to get to know everyone a little bit better. At this point club encouraged activities had been activated and we've already had four physical fights in just the first day.

Penny & Jade Cecilia & Rhami Lucia & Francine Arnessa & Francine (it seems as if francine is especially prone to fighting)

But once it reached the end of the day it was time for the first set of eliminations. I based these off of chemistry, first impressions, and how well guy got along with them (i made sure he had at least one conversation with all of them one on one to make sure everyone had a fair chance.) In the end Guy decided to send home Maaike, Mila, and Arnessa. He didn't have a negative relationship with any of them, there just wasn't that spark. (The only person he has a negative relationship with right now is Nina at -5.)

and that's the end of day 1! thanks for tuning in 😁

what do you think will happen next? ~ ♡

[flcralhaze]

closed starter ›› rahmi abdul , @thenxghtwemxt

he  wasn't  certain  where  the  disappointment  grew from. was it at his failure to deliver a fatal blow when it could be concealed and blame shifted or from losing control of his rage in the first place? he'd been trained well. he was not to strike without order and none save the demands of rage been spoken. shaking his head, hoping to dislodge the thoughts, timur turned and immediately halted. eyes narrowed.   ❝ what? ❞   he hissed. instinctively, hand drifted to the hilt of his sword but the blade remained sheathed.

[classiqals]

{melisa asli pamuk, 34, ciswoman, she/her} we are so glad to see you safe, ATHENA'S TEMPLE MEMBER LADY SAFIYE ARSLAN of ATHENS! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are INTUITIVE and FAITHFUL enough to handle it. just don’t let your TREACHEROUS NATURE bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU SOLD VALUABLE TURKISH MILITARY SECRETS TO SECURE THE TRUST OF YOUR NEW HOME; AND IN DOING SO, HELPED TO PREVENT A MAJOR ATTACK PLANNED BEFORE THE RECKONING.

BASICS;

nicknames: safi, by close friends

sexuality: bisexual, leaning towards women now

relationship: single

date of birth:  october 12th

zodiac sign:  libra

moral alignment: neutral good

hobbies: tba

dislikes: tba

politics/loyalty: loyal to the pursuit of peace & doing no harm, and very loyal to athena & the grecian ancient religion

DETAILS;

raised in the turkish court, safiye was known to play about the palace, often on the outskirts of the training grounds where her brother would regularly be located. in doing so, she found herself picking up the skill of quick patches; taught herself how to suture, how to use things like heat && ice to reduce pain, and began to pursue an interest in medicine and healing.

eventually, she began to be pressured to use her talents in a way to benefit their family; her brother was making them proud, and so must she, with safiye happy to put in the effort. she took to traveling; going to different courts as a guest of education, working alongside apothecaries & physicians where she landed, and lending her time out to less privileged communities. she worked closely with the courts of her hosts, trying to learn diplomacy as well, knowing the importance of becoming useful in any way possible. she did not want all the family glory to fall to her brother... and so, she was quick, and eager, to accept a marriage proposal into russia. she had loved it there, despite the cold; it was a budding blossom, in her mind.

but the marriage... never happened. she was never told why. she waited & waited, but eventually gave up, feeling forgotten, and focused further on her place at court.

however, this too sour, liked everything rapidly seemed to be. she witnessed her brother in the middle of a crime; she pressed him, needing answers - and learned the truth of the reign of rahmi abdul, of her brother's position as such a commander. there was blood spilled. her own kin had spilled it.

she couldn't take it anymore, and she ran away, leaving it all behind.

athens became her new home. athena became her new love. the temple because her new passion. she traded information on an upcoming attack to the leaders of the temple, and to the royal family of athens, in exchange for the chance to be protected there. she has rarely left athens since, these last few years at the temple...

[cosmchorror]

[ aslıhan malbora, 28, cisfemale, she/her ] Welcome to Antioch, EVREN ŞAHIN! Local sources report that you’ve been in town for a week and are known to be HELPFUL yet CAVALIER. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in UNAFFILIATED, but most know you for your work as a/n PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. We’ll see you around town soon! 

basics

name: evren şahin

nickname(s): ev

age: twenty eight

birthday: june 3rd

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

ethnicity: turkish

nationality: american

hometown: chicago, illinois

current residence: a room at on the road inn

occupation: private investigator

languages: turkish, arabic, & english

religion: islam (non practicing)

archetype: the explorer

zodiac: gemini

mbti: isfp

moral alignment: neutral good

love language: acts of service & quality time (giving) | words of affirmation & physical touch (receiving)

family: asil şahin (father; alive), miray şahin (mother; alive), rahmi şahin (older brother; alive), hasan şahin (twin brother; deceased), lale şahin (younger sister; alive)

pet(s): emre (german shepard)

personality

+ HELPFUL | - GULLIBLE

evren was raised to help those in need and always give people the benefit of the doubt. while she is not the warmest or bubbly person out there, she'll do her best to offer a helping hand when she can see that the situation calls for it. on the flip side, she is quick to take others at their word, which isn't always the wisest thing to do, and it often causes unnecessary strife in her day to day job.

+ LAID BACK | - CAVALIER

whether it be rude ass people or just the curveball life throws at you sometimes, ev is not one to worry. rent late? oh well, it'll get paid eventually. a karen being a karen? it's kinda cute they care so much. got stabbed? eh. it'll probably heal, and ev has a common blood type. so yeah, she's definitely not sweating the small stuff. or the big stuff. or the things she really should be sweating.

+ CURIOUS | - NOSY

you know those annoying kids who always ask why to everything? yeah, evren has always been that kid. she wanted to know how things worked, the reason stuff happened. perhaps it was this innate curiosity that initially drew her to investigative journalism and later on private investigations. regardless, her curiosity often crossed the line into nosiness. it wasn't like she genuinely cared about all the information she learned; she just liked to know things.

biography

her parents were traditional: asil was working as a surgeon while miray was a homemaker.

they immigrated to the u.s. soon after marrying. rahmi was born later that year.

they lived in a nice brownstone.

despite how loving and accepting her parents were, evren always felt like the black sheep of the family. it was like she was on the outside looking in.

while she never went through a rebellious phase, she never met the expectations she felt her parents had for her. she fell short in that regard.

it was worse when hasan died. not only was he the golden child with his perfect grades, star athletic qualities, and charming personality, but also he was her very best friend.

it was on a camping trip the twins were taking their last summer before their senior year of high school. some of their friends and them went water rafting. it went bad.

miray and asil didn't blame her. but evren did.

fun facts

she is currently trying to track down some rich college student who ran away from home. her search has brought her to antioch (surprisingly). hopefully, she can find the kid quickly and leave.

graduated college with a journalism degree.

evren often enrolls in different courses and classes for fun. from knife throwing to lock picking to tap dancing and beyond. her skill level, however, varies from activity to activity.

while she's not a straight out slob, evren is a disorganized mess. books, papers, and files scattered everywhere. jackets and hoodies slung over furniture. all that matters is that she knows where everything is....for the most part.

whenever she has the time, she still goes over to her parents' for family dinner and game night.

she has adhd.

emre was just a puppy when ev adopted him.

time is not real, thus evren is not beholden to it a.k.a. punctuality isn't her strong point.

girl is a smoker.

she also has multiple ear piercings.

she owns a yellow beetle car.

evren suffers from insomnia, survivor's guilt, and depression.

wanted

the target: a rich twenty something year old college student whose parents have hired evren to track them down.

the sidekick: this person has been a (helpful) pain in the ass. maybe they're genuine, or maybe they've got an ulterior motive. they've basically acted as evren's secretary.

the rival: evren trusts easily, but this person puts her on edge. maybe the animosity is one sided, maybe they're a good person despite her reservations, or maybe they're more dangerous than expected.

[pamsimmerstories]

Florence was trying to set up Michael and Kim alongside with Agatha.

When she was leaving she saw a heated conversation between William and Bjorn.

"I told you I don't want to marry her"

"It's not up to discussion. Your father and I already talked about this. You're going to marry Sofia soon. Anyone would like to marry my daughter, mr Thornton"

"Not me, Mr. Bjergsen"

"Is everything ok with them?" Florence asked Clara clueless on who was this woman.

"They will be, dear. It's just... it is what it is. They can't change now"

"It's sad when you can't decide your own life"

"Well, it's been like days since forever. It won't change now"

Florence kept silent and nodded to Clara. "It was nice to meet you, mrs..."

"Clara Bjergsen"

Florence blushed "Oh, is he your husband?"

She smiled softly "Yes."

"I'm sorry if what I said it was inappropriated"

"It's fine, dear"

Florence saw Cecilia and went to talk to her "I'm engaged to mr taylor"

"Congratulations girl! Finally he did it"

Rahmi approached them "It was getting hard to keep the secret"

"Wait! Everyone knew?"

Rahmi smiled "Of course! He asked for help at the bar and it wildfire"

Florence saw william alone now that the Bjergsen left "Are you really going to marry her?"

He sighed "Apparently yes"

"I'm sorry, mr Thornton"

"I tried to ask you out, maybe I'd be marrying you instead" he joked to hide his frustration.

"Mr. Thornton... I'm really sorry about everything"

He let out a groan "Don't be nice to me, Florence! This is my life and unfortunately I need to do what my father wants, I can't change that. It's not your fault"

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[sharona-sims]

Luckily for Lily, Rahmi was home.

Lily: Hi Rahmi. How's you?

Rahmi: Oh I'm good, thanks. I don't think you've ever called here before.

Lily: I know, right? I should have called round sooner. I didn't even know that you had such a beautiful home here.

Rahmi: Ah, thank you.

Lily: I'll be honest. I do have a reason for coming here. Two actually, besides seeing my awesome best friend, of course.

Rahmi: Oh?

Lily: First thing... Are you missing a scarecrow?

Rahmi: Eh? No. We don't have a scarecrow.

Lily: Okay and second... You have a llama, right?

Rahmi: Yeah, we have a llama. Do you want to see him?

Lily: Rahmi, are you really asking me if I want to see a llama? Of course I do. I've never seen one before.

Rahmi: Well... Come on then, he's this way.

[queeniecook]

December 3

Now that Este knows how to crawl, Caleb has been trying to get her to stand on her own. Mama don't like it. I almost got upset with him and asked if he's trying to rush her into growing up but I bit my tongue. I know he's just trying to make sure she grows up well, knowing everything she needs to know to thrive.

I'm happy she's doing so well but at the same time, it's a bittersweet happiness. My little starfish is growing. I want to keep her little but I know I can't.

I have to cheer up, today I'm meeting Aubree in Brindleton Bay at her house - we're having a day at the spa in Newcrest. Caleb is watching Este and to my utter shock, he invited Jackson over. Those two have never really spent much time together but Caleb says he might as well try to get to know Lilith's boyfriend. Especially considering things could be worse - her boyfriend could be Vladislaus Straud.

My Este isn't the only one who is growing. Edgar Allan and Emily have grown quite a bit too since the last time I saw them. I helped Aubree put them down for their naps and got in some cuddles while I was at it.

I met their Nanny as well, Paris Hale. She's pretty. Very pretty. There's something oddly familiar about her and I can't put my finger on it.

"Have a good time at your spa day, ladies." August tolds us with a smile on his face as we headed for the front door. 

I felt like I should talk to Aubree about it but I didn't want to ruin our day. I decided to table the topic until later.

After we got all pampered, we decided to stop at a shop and buy ourselves nice dresses to wear to a fancy restaurant in Newcrest.

The food was good, they even had someone playing the piano beside us. I think Caleb would enjoy that place. It was nice to get to spend time with Aubree. Not only do we live in different towns but we're also married with kids, while also having careers on top of it. We don't always get to see each other but we make it a point to keep in touch. Something that matters to you - you have to make an effort to keep it going.

By the time we got back to Brindleton Bay, it was dark and cold. We went on a small walk around her neighborhood. It filled me with memories of my own time living in town.

"Aubree...there's something oddly familiar about Paris. I don't know what it is but...it's almost like she reminds me of someone." I told her, stopping our walk not far from her home. 

"Any idea who?" Aubree asked me. I shook my head. "I know she's pretty."

"And younger and blonde." I interjected. Aubree for her part gave me a brief nod in recognition but kept going.

"She does so well with the twins.  They love her. Not only that, she cleans the house, makes dinner. We gave her a small raise because she's become more of a maid slash nanny." I know that she and August don't have a lot of money laying around but they are both firm believers in paying a person fairly for the work they do. 

I slowly nodded. Maybe I was just being suspicious because of what happened to Rahmi. Obviously it was a bit of a different scenario.

"Plus, I trust my husband. We've known him since high school. Do you think he would do cheat on me?" Aubree asked me.

For some reason, my mind briefly wondered to Apollo and Naya. How my brother is feeling lonely and like Naya has been putting her career before him and AJ. Though she has been trying to spend more time with them lately. "Not normally, no. He loves you. But sometimes when someone is feeling lonely and...look, just be careful, okay?"

"I don't think there's anything to worry about but I will still keep an eye on her." Aubree told me, she seemed a little annoyed with me but at least she's taking my advice. 

[succiducus]

At the time in which he’d felt Khan leave him that night, he wandered. Pushing silks back, toeing on his slippers, pulling a robe over his normally bare skin; vulnerable; alone; waiting; at home in persia, he would walk the same path he’d taken, stroll along the decorated corridors and explore the numerous fountains without guard in the witching hour in hopes that whoever had been so careless as to separate him from his beloved would find him long enough to reunite them - yet every morning, he returned to his bed, alive and well, and every morning, he wondered why Khan hadn’t. Rahmi would’ve done better to murder him in such a way, at least then, Khan would’ve had the nerve to kill him in his grief. (tws: grief, murder, anxiety, emotional distress, heavy emotions, blood, insinuation of suicide ideation, anger/aggression/violence - essentially, please be careful when heading beyond the cut <3)

At the time in which he’d felt Khan leave him that night, he wandered. Pushing silks back, toeing on his slippers, pulling a robe over his normally bare skin; vulnerable; alone; waiting; at home in persia, he would walk the same path he’d taken, stroll along the decorated corridors and explore the numerous fountains without guard in the witching hour in hopes that whoever had been so careless as to separate him from his beloved would find him long enough to reunite them - yet every morning, he returned to his bed, alive and well, and every morning, he wondered why Khan hadn’t. Rahmi would’ve done better to murder him in such a way, at least then, Khan would’ve had the nerve to kill him in his grief.

Through the narrow cabin halls, he navigates the Kotetsu easily. The hollow thunk of waves battering the sides of the ship; the hushed conversations through cabin doors; the sound of laughter somewhere off in the distance; the loud snore of a baron and the audible eye roll of his wife as she tossed restlessly beside him; Rostam tilts and wobbles as if drunk, hands dragging along the cool walls as a sense of security. At war with his inner ear, he also finds himself at war with himself. 

One stair; two; four - the Persian king meets cloudy sky, choppy waters, and salty wind. The overbearing warmth of his skin cools; the constant nausea in his stomach wanes; the shine of a hazy moon from behind clouds draws his attention. 

On the bow, Rostam’s heart clenches with the churn of his stomach. Exhaustion from sickness, surrounded by foreigners, learning of his brother’s betrothal; he could no longer keep up the appearance of a healed king. Bubbly; Warm; Excitable - in the halls of Fasil Ghebbi, Rostam had tried to be the image of who he’d been before his husband passed; before he’d become a shell of his former self; before the titles or the immense pressure to fix what his brother left in ruins fell to him. It had worked for a little while, enough to fool Dilara, enough to face Rahmi without killing him despite the desire; enough to give his congratulations to Arshiya and Angelo without starting another war. But as the days of travel grew on and the sickness that had consumed him wore his body down, his mind slipped along with it. He wasn’t okay. No matter how many times he sat in silence, listening to his thoughts, letting out aggressions and grief in tears or bleeding knuckles, nothing made him feel better; nothing filled his absence; everything felt off-kilter and hazy. He was a king; a sultan; a man with the well-being and governance of three-fourths of the middle east on his shoulders yet he could not so much as think of governance with the persistence of his grief.

In the simplest of robes, walking closer to the edge, he watches the waves crash against the boat, wonders what it would like to become one with them; his fingers drag along the dewy railing; he catches glimpse of the moon casting glittering shadows on the surface of the water again; it would be nothing, he thought. As simple as falling asleep. Or so the king hoped; to think of his husband suffering alone while he passed on, it was not a thought he enjoyed occupying for long.

Perhaps the lack of occupation was his problem. 

Every moment that he breathed was a reminder that Khan had stopped a long time ago; somewhere in the early morning, against the wet grass, his blood flowed freely onto the earth while Rostam lay in peaceful rest, stirring occasionally as the sun beamed through their curtains. While he’d made peace with his death, it was now his absence that stung the most. Rostam wondered if it would ease the guilt he carried, had he held his hand as he’d succumbed to his mortal wounds, or if he had spoken teary love against his ear as Allah’s will separated them for the time being. The cold, hard fact remained that he would still have lost him, but perhaps if he had truly been there, he might not have felt like he let him down in his final moments. 

Rostam blinks through tears, not bothering to wipe them from his face. Had they not indulged in drink that evening, would he have won his courtyard battle? Had Rostam dragged him into their private bath together, would they have made conversation early into the morning or until their fingers turned to prunes? Would it have stopped him from leaving his side? Made him think twice before wandering the grounds without his guard? Not knowing the details of his final moments or what had prompted him to get up out of bed gnawed at him. Worse yet, had he not even gotten out of bed at all? Had he been dragged? Made to kneel on his grave in the gardens? Was it his brother’s hand? Was it someone else's? Had he simply been thirsty? 

A dizzy stumble casts him backward, his heart racing in his chest as if the rocking of the boat had sent him overboard instead of backward closer to safety. Pretty eyes come to mind suddenly; lithe and delicate fingers threading through sweat-slicked hair as sickness took him once more in their shared cabin; their warmth beside him; the fluttering of tired eyelashes; the steady beat of their heart against the lobe of his ear; a calm returning to overworked lungs as consciousness became unconscious. 

Anger explodes through him. On every side of their empire, people with negative intentions toward them gathered. Arshiya with her new betrothed, a madman with a crown and the strategy of soldier who picked on the weak to feel strong; the once spineless Rahmi seeking refuge with a nation that dabbled in poisons and criminals, playing consort to a prince; Russia in the Caucasus; Bulgaria in the west; The Mughal Empire’s new reign.

Whispers of rebellion lurked within their empire as well. Perhaps, it was that thought that brings knuckles to the side of the large, wooden support beam; not once or twice, but three times, until his knuckles are red and throbbing and he can almost smell the iron of his own blood on the salty air. Braided hair; rounded shoulders; the dark purples and golds of royalty contrasting against dark skin; The Persian King knew that he could not keep them safe if he did not allow the rope that connected spirit and living to fall from his grasp. 

In the end, however, that would mean letting go of him. Would it not? 

Did he have such a choice? To allow thirteen years of memories to simply vanish? To allow his new spouse to become another victim of his carelessness? As if the pole were his grievances, he sends his fist once more into the trunk of it, a scream to the air as if it were the culprit instead of his brother echoes before the once solid walls of the dam inside his chest begin to falter. It starts in flashes; of flower crowns; smiling faces; jewels; his father’s tears; his mother’s fond eyes; Khan’s hand in his;  Rahmi’s eyes on them; talks of children; coming home after long travels to bordering nations. He could still feel his hands on him; smell the soft scent of spice and lavender of his skin in certain moments; remember the words he spoke to him as the sun rose. 

With every memory that flashes before him, a single thread of twine snaps. One after the other, they continue to break until his metaphorical hands bleed from the rawness of rope burn and his heart can no longer stand the force in which grief hits him. It’s a trembling, loud type of grief; one in which he doesn’t remember how breath works and his sobs could be mistaken for sickness had anyone come upon him. 

What had he done to deserve such a fate? To be left alive while his heart died a million deaths? To watch as his brother sat around a table with another family, feeling the warmth and soul of love touch his own heart after taking that very thing from him? Where was his justice? Where was God now? Every time crown met mat, he’d prayed for a long and happy marriage, for good health - in comparison to how his life looked now, just what kind of God would make him suffer after such devotion? 

Neat handwriting on inexpensive parchment; the flutter of metaphorical butterflies wreaking havoc in his stomach; the desire to know more; long hours at his desk in the winter learning Hindi with swinging legs and a harnessed focus that was  uncharacteristic to his level of energy. Flattery in the Indian courtyard, tucked away from courtiers and foreign monarchs; the feel of his journal in his hands, wrapped in cloth after being parted from it. The panic in their eyes; the tremble of their hands; the distrust that briefly fluttered across his mind; the trust that finally settled there. 

Ethereal; chin tilted, eyes focused, Rostam remembers the quick pace of his heart when to his surprise, his desire to pray for the first time in a long time had brought him to where they stood. A smile finds him amongst gut-wrenching sobs and near gags; their skin had been soft when he’d taken their hand, leading them through Gondar as if they were not on the brink of war but on the other side of it, in victory. For a moment, he’d thought he’d seen a sparkle in normally unreadable eyes but as to why, only his heart had understood where his mind still couldn’t. 

He’d want him to feel happiness, wouldn’t he? To not suffer as he was? To go on with the decisions that he’d made and own them as if they had been done with thoughtful intentions instead of random motivations. Perhaps fate was only cruel when something was amiss or perhaps fate only intervened when the time for one’s soul purpose came. Perhaps, in all the chaos of the year, fate was responsible for all of it - perhaps, for the masses to never feel it again, the right person had to feel the sting of grieving; perhaps, in all his own, he’d forgotten that fate had chosen him to be king.

There could be no other reason than fate’s meddling hand. Arshiya ran, Farhad hid, Rahmi fell; Ariyan had become his husband, after-all. Maybe, in a sick and twisted way, Allah had simply righted the wrongs of him and his father; of Haspira; Dilara; Rahmi; Ariyan; Arshiya; Khan. For if the throne truly belonged to Arshiya, wouldn’t she have met him in the Persian chambers of Lal Qila when he’d been ready to crown her Queen? Wouldn’t she now sit where Ariyan did? Maybe his string of odd luck was a mere chapter of an entire story with a happy ending, one of fate’s writing.

Perhaps, letting go would not mean forgetting - perhaps it would mean bringing Khan’s dream to life in his death.

And then, all at once, the rope snaps in finality. The fog of his mind begins to disperse; breath returns; the pain in his chest turns to simple sting; shoulders relax; he rids eyes and nose of emotion; and sinks down against the same support beam that he’d sent his anger into, resting his head backward and allowing his eyes to flutter closed. 

Regardless of his suffering, of his untimely demise, Khan was safe now. In the arms of Allah, he no longer needed his protection or his thought, however, there were people who still lived that did. His sisters; The people of Persia; The people under Ottoman rule; Ariyan. 

And he’d be damned if he allowed another selfish monarch to take any of it away from him.

[thenxghtwemxt]

@whispcrings @espionisms (not a group thread, pick your muse!) | the morning after the pre-tribunal at the grand jury hall

He paces the space where injustice wins, and malevolent nature prevails. The tiles beneath his feet echoing the previous night's mayhem so clearly. After ensuring Lia was appraised and well-guarded, Rahmi takes it in. A stirring thought of apprehension and uncertainty fills his mind, unable to let go. Turning to the oncoming figure, there is a mark of vulnerability in his eyes. "When will it end?" He asks, voice cracking in the pressure. He knows what he must do - protect his new family by any means. But it would call on the part of him he did not like; the coward, the win-at-all-costs mentality that damned him. "I am sick of fighting everyday, just to pay for yesterday."

[chickenome]

Lucid Legacy Gen 1 - Day 6

Today was fairly quiet for Seth. This morning, Sparky demanded food long before he was hungry, and Seth fell for the scam. When they both went outside to the garden, Sparky proceeded to lay in his own poo. YUCK. (Don't worry, he was cleaned off immediately.)

Rahmi Watson came over, which was quite unexpected. She seemed wholly uninterested in Seth when he met her. Even more surprisingly, they got along really well! They talked the whole afternoon - she even responded well to his enthusiasm for dogs! They aren't marked as friends yet, but I can already see them being great pals.

At dinnertime, Seth decided to try cooking on the stove. He's never done it before - he's been living off of Finchwick Favors from the locals, fruit salad, and fruitcake from his Welcome Wagon. I was nervous about him using the stove since he's not very good at cooking, but he didn't burn the house down. He did, however, drop his food on the stove. Despite his poor cooking skill, he made an excellent quality fish on a stick for dinner. Why fish on a stick? Well, he didn't have ingredients for anything else. I suppose it's time to get more groceries now that he has more money.

In the evening, he read "The Werewolf Who Came in From the Cold." However, his reading session was interrupted by Sparky, who just wanted to play! Being the sweetheart he is, Seth immediately put away his book to give his little buddy some attention.

[mayorwhiskers2]

Sims Scrapbook Watson

The Watson Family: father Thomas, Mother Rahmi, Teen daughter Rashidah, Child son Imran, Child Daughter Maira. Brown dairy cow: Chestnut

Bio: Inheriting the family estate was always the plan, but Thomas may be in over his head. For a man who equates success with crop size, he's losing both his confidence and his family. While his wife Rahmi loves the country air, her feelings for her husband are stale, and the affections have wandered. The oldest of the three children, Rashidah, feels trapped, preferring to dream of a future outside Henford-on-Bagley - dreams that have sparked something between her and a kindred soul. The two youngest couldn't be more different! Imran treasures the security of life at home while Maira can be found bravely venturing out into the unknown. Will this hectic family come together, or fall apart in their "old new" home?

With their marriage on the rocks after Thomas found out about (spoiler) Rahmi's affair with Mayor Lavina Chopra, they’ve taken to separate bedrooms, but are doing their best to act as roommates while they grapple with what the future might look like for them and their kids… and the family farm. Neither of them could make either work alone, and it’s worth considering, but Thomas is very hurt and hardly speaking with his wife at all. In fact, he’s putting even more time into the farmwork, tending to the potato and watermelon crops and their cow, Chestnut. Rahmi finds herself lonelier than ever in the wake of her betrayal, especially after Thomas found out and she broke things off with Lavina. She does her best to focus on the house and children.

Rashidah is also aware of what happened, and has poor feelings towards her mom that will take time to heal and she might have cussed out the mayor. She’s very close to her father and sides with him. As for her own romance… Rahul was not showing up at all, and wasn’t in her list of known sims… so there’s that. (tried to find him in world, couldn’t) She did, however, develop a crush on Noah Kane, one of the jocks at her school. She eventually got up the nerve to call him and ask him on a date… but he turned her down! Crushed!! Ha

Rashidah loves metal music and it is her coping mechanism. She’s also pretty good at cooking already, level 3

Imran has boosted his grades up to a B and begged and begged for a game system as a reward, he loves video games. The internet in the country is awful though so as a compromise he got a handheld Gameboy that allows him to play voidcritters (mod). Imran got the flying blue bird Avesu. He likes training it, but wanted to battle someone, so he has started the Voidcritter Fan Club! (need to build an arcade for meet ups and battles)

Maira is doing well in scouts, and is a very active and outdoorsy sim. She loves Henford, and helping on the farm, and she is very social. She became best friends forever with Kiki Sanderson (one of my own families in Glimmerbrook- spellcasters). She also managed to completely max out skills in movement and social! She and her brother both are soon to age up.

Goals for future play: Have the parents decide if they can reconcile or not, and go from there how that’s going to shape or reshape their lives. The kids are about to become teens, so three teens in the house for a time… scary. Right now their spring crops are producing, but it’s a ton of work. Maybe get some outside help. Gardener? Patchy? Also, Maira has some acquaintances, maybe get a friend… or romance. She really wants a romance.