Simspiration 11/05/09
Sebastian got up in the middle of the night for no reason in particular other than he wasn't tired anymore. Slipping quietly out of bed, he looked over at his sleeping wife, Kitty, and smiled as a fierce sense of love overwhelmed him. He couldn’t believe that he had ever been angry with her, no matter how brief that anger was. Life was too short, especially now, when one considers their age…
He shook his head to clear those morbid thoughts away and he exited the bedroom. He paused briefly outside the bedroom door that his parents used to share and his lip curled in disgust as he heard Goopy’s loud snoring. Sebastian could almost smell the Grilled Cheese wafting from underneath the closed door. He shook his head, for the umpteenth time, at his daughter’s poor choice in a husband. But at least Goopy was focused on Grilled Cheese instead of philandering around town producing illegitimate children. Lillian had actually done the family a huge favor when she did that to Goopy. Ugh, he thought, I don’t want to think about Lillian.
He walked to the other end of the hallway and paused outside of Mary’s bedroom. His lips quirked in amusement as he heard a delicate snore. Mary would be mortified to know that. It’s not considered perky. It’s not considered pretty. And, most certainly, it is not considered perfect. His amusement faded, though. Sebastian gently placed a hand on her door and silently prayed. I hope you’ll find happiness someday.
His last stop was in front of Eden’s door, which he quietly opened. He shook his head at the massive amounts of clothes and other garbage that was strewn about the teenaged girl’s room. The family had to pay the butler extra to keep it tidy; Eden was not exactly the neatest person in the world. Sebastian smiled. Surprisingly, he found that he didn’t worry about Eden all that much. She was a genuinely sweet girl who responded with grace to the pressure that Mary put upon her daughter. He had a feeling that Eden was going to be a fantastic heiress…once she learned to pick up after herself a bit more that is. Silently, Sebastian closed the door and went downstairs. I might as well type some more of my novel, he thought.
***
An hour or so passed and Sebastian found himself tapping idly at the keyboard; the words just weren’t coming to him. Slumping in his chair, he reached over to the mouse and clicked to go online. An idea popped into his head and nosiness set in. Kitty had shown him the link to where she documents the world that she’s “God” in; but he had already read all of that. He had even read some of the other legacy documentaries, which consequently led to him knowing much more than he needed to about his strange, and supposedly “reclusive“, neighbor down the road, Cecil Goodytwoshoes. Shy and reclusive my left foot, Sebastian remembered thinking at the time. All of that was old news, though; he wanted to see something else.
He went to Kitty’s Live Journal account and clicked on her profile to see her list of SimSelf friends. There it was: peasant007.
Sebastian hovered the mouse over his author’s link, hemming and hawing. He liked getting information and learning new things. But, could too much knowledge be bad? He felt a little guilty at the thought of spying on his author’s journal. Finally he shrugged mentally. If she doesn’t want people to know, then she shouldn’t have a public diary, he justified to himself. He clicked on the link and began reading.
***
Another hour later, Sebastian felt like his eyes were slot machines from the constant eye rolling he did.
About 90% of her journal was about his nephew, Zane.
Short stories about him (Oooo, he swung on some swings! *eye roll*).
Lamentations about him (He’s so depressed he messes up his own happiness in a dream *eye roll*).
And one must not forget about the approximate one ton of pictures (Oh look, there he is with a horse eating a cake. How “adorable” *eye roll*).
The worst part though were the comments from the other SimSelves.
“ZANE!” *eye roll*
“I LOVE ZANE!” *eye roll*
“MOAR ZANE!” *eye roll*
“<3 <3 <3 ZANE!!1! <3 <3<3” *eye roll*
“I WANT TO HAVE ZANE’S BABIES!” *eye roll, eye roll, EYE ROLL!!*
Okay, he amended to himself, that last one was an exaggeration. But still…
Sebastian had felt pretty splefty at the thought that he had been created in another world, but it had become quite apparent that Zane had a much larger fan base than Sebastian.
“What’s the appeal?!” He said out loud to the computer screen. “I was brooding and depressed long before he was born! Is it because he has that really creepy nice smile? Is it?!”
Sebastian moped as he clicked on peasant007’s Friend’s Page and he idly scrolled down, barely glancing at the numerous stories. He paused on one; it caught his eye because it was written mostly in italics.
“Blah blah blah. 4300 character limit. Blah blah blah. Nothing R/NC-17. Blah blah blah. SimSelves really get a kick out of doing this, don‘t they? I can‘t even write a simple novel, and here they are gushing about their mortals on a continual basis!” Sebastian felt even more jealous at their apparent ease than he did about Zane’s fan base.
He rolled his eyes as he glanced at the apparent prompts for the day.
* Dagmar Bertino (Pleasantview)
* Ellen Frost (Academie Le Tour)
* Sebastian Devereaux (The Devereaux Legacy)
The last one made his mind screech to a halt. He blinked twice and reread the prompts.
Sebastian Devereaux (The Devereaux Legacy)
He quickly searched the Simspiration community and found that it wasn’t his author who suggested the prompt, nor was it Kitty. It was someone completely different!
Sebastian felt a goofy smile spread across his face. “Someone knows who I am! That’s…awesome!”
He really hoped that someone would write about him.