II.V Dead of Winter

After our first time together, Song and Claire were rarely apart. It didn't matter if they were laying down for bed at night or if Claire was trying to get a shower in the morning, Song seemed to be there and...eager to love her in every way possible. She wouldn't lie and say she didn't enjoy it.

II.IV Time is Changing

Time passed, as it always did, Claire worked hard on her ability to sing and play her guitar. She wanted to become a master of the arts before Song returned. She hoped he would be back soon, every day he was gone was like an ache in her chest. She realized how much she liked him in that time.

II.III Goodbye

"This is where you live?" Song's voice was filled with disbelief as they walked towards the tavern. Claire had learned that he was...technically homeless. He told her that he often slept in the park or near it every night. As her new partner in music, she couldn't allow that.

"I don't really live here. I just stay here every night" She told him, rolling her eyes at his tone. "It's pretty nice. And the owner is a kind man."

Been Gone A While...

Hello everyone! Sorry for being gone so long! I will return to writing this story in time, its just I've been busy. I've moved twice and I'm still not settled and I sadly do not have internet. I've had a bit of time to play with my sims though and I've played ahead quite a bit in this legacy. I can't wait to share the next part with you all. It should be (hopefully) out on Tuesday or Wednesday.

Look forward to it! It'll be a good one c:

II.II. Tune

The memory always was static. She remembered walking up on her parents talking, but the words were always a buzz in her ear. She could never remember what they were saying. She remembered how cold the wood floors were, how the winter seemed to chill the entire building, despite the numerous torches burning within. It was dreadfully cold that night, the sky black with a storm threatening. She could remember that, even through the static.

II.I. Sweet Melody

"How does this sound, Mother?" Claire asked, pointing to the paper before her. Her blue eyes looked towards her mother, a worried look on her face.

I.VIII. Freedom

Once more they slept by the pond again. The sound of the fountain seemed to sooth Claire to sleep faster than usual.