Shastakiss’ The Person Below Me prompt on GOS was:
TPBM will make a sim who wears a crown, likes very comfy beds, and their favorite color is pea-green
So here is King Albert.
He surrounds himself with greens of a paler tone and as close as possible to that ‘pea-green.’ I found him the comfiest of Thrones so he could have a lazy recline and possible use it as a bed to have a nap when not doing Kingly things.
(And posing sims on beds has always been kind of awkward.)
I wont be cross-posting anything new over onto LJ anylonger due to the hand over of LJ and its shaddy User Agreement...
I wont be deleting anything on here at the moment.
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Sims in Paris
As it says on the package, (preview!) I did 8 recolors of Lethe_s' Magic Circle
These recolors are originally skyrim textures that have been made HD and so very pretty by LemonSquishie
on Skyrim Nexus under the Mod heading of Rune Magic HD
Here are their gorgeous swatches for the 2 sets I converted.
As you can see, the name of the rune is not included as that would have looked odd o.0
Title: Drefan Returns home...Rating: (PG) Content Notes/Warnings:
Mentions of past spousal and possible child abuse.Main Character/s: Drefan Royale, Robert RoyalePlot: After having been gone for over a year in the northern deserts, the Prince has returned to home.Location: The Imperial Royalian Palace.
“You worried her.”
A thick swallow, leaning forward on the fencing that was a surround for the spar taking place in front of them. Hands curl around the edging, the slivers digging into his hands as Drefan keeps his silence.
Robert continues, “Aidna thought you were dead for over a year. She would ask me continually if you were still alive. ‘Tell me you can still feel his life-force through the obelisk.’ Your mother prayed for you faithfully.”
“So?” the word is forcefully controlled, and the rest of his response is through grit teeth. “Did you strike her this time to make her stop asking about me?”
The King turns completely from the sparring match behind him, leaning his back against the fence. Arms cross before his chest in a relaxed pose, not even looking at his eldest son as he answers.
“It would not have stopped her. She’s in the grove, as she always is.”
Drefan pushes himself back from the fencing by both of his hands, done with this tense returning conference with his father. He was stiff as a board from being back at the Imperial palace where his life had been hell. The Prince of the Blood made a move to leave and Robert reaches out, his hand a flash. Meaty digits grab the nineteen-year-old by the back of the neck.
A calculated squeeze.
“You were gone for almost two years, Drefan. Did you let that time shorten your memory? I am still your King. You will speak to me as I deserve and show the respect due to me. Do you understand?”
A discordant breath escapes parted lips, eyes wide and staring ahead at nothingness whilst fists at Drefan’s sides shake. But the son gathers his words and they come forth quiet and with as much dignity as the Prince can muster in an effort to hide reborn terror, “Yes. I remember.”