Silent Night

hello hello

Sarah had insisted on the lights. He didn’t want to do them. They were stupid and silly and a waste of time, and he was so near, now. He knew it.

But she had insisted, and she had looked at him, and she had said “Seth, please?”, and he knew that he had not been kind to her, that he had stayed in his garage with his books and his cauldron and his ancient musty scrolls for many days and more nights, the long nights stretching out in front of him, and he had filled them with the work, because the work made sense and she did not.

whheeeee lights!

She was warm and soft and needy, she always needed him, and he needed his work. He needed stillness. He needed silence. He needed to be alone.

She had stood there, the old cardboard box with “Christmas” written on the side in black marker on the floor next to her, and he had looked into her eyes and he had seen her need, naked and unashamed. So he had picked up the tangled lights and headed out into the still silent snow.

The lights were all colors, green and red and yellow and and orange and an icy blue. The blue was his favorite. He’d liked the way the snow crunched under his shoes, the way the blows of his hammer against the nails had rung out into the still cold air.

I don't know if I like this new editor. I miss the old one.

The lights hung, her need met, he had retreated again into his garage.

wooo I like music yay

Night had fallen, long and empty. The frost on the windows obscured the view of the trees outside. The gloves he wore made his fingers clumsy, unwieldy, unable to separate the pages of the tome of the Great Work. But Sarah wanted him to wear the gloves, to take care of himself, to not catch his death of cold working all night in the uninsulated garage. He owed her that much.

I am listening to my beautiful letters playlist

Outside, beyond the frosted glass, the sky brightened. He had not slept in over twenty four hours. He had been working, struggling with the thick gloves, deciphering the alchemical symbols, trying different measurements. A quarter cup of ashes from a bonfire burned on Midsummer’s Day. Two pinches of unicorn dust, obtained from grinding down a unicorn horn. Ten slivers from the bark of a witheredΒ oak tree, rumored to be home to a dryad.

it's pretty awesome and stuff

He had been working on this formula for months, never quite getting it right. The mixture had always revolted, had always sent up green bubbles that smelt of death when they burst, making him nauseous. Each time, though, he was a little closer. A little less wrong.

Listening to A Dream, by Papercut, right now and it's breaking my heart

This time it stayed blue. He stirred, three times clockwise, five times counterclockwise, seven times clockwise, two times counterclockwise. The liquid stayed blue, and it did not send up green bubbles, and it did not smell of death. It smelled of meadows, of green grass and blue sky and yellow sun, of rainbows and frolicking unicorns.

wooo rainbows and unicorns and meadows and frolicking!

His cheeks flushed. He breathed fast, one two one two, and he could feel his heart racing, pounding against the inside of his chest.

He’d done it. He’d done it.


He gripped the bottle carefully through the gloves. He lifted it up, stared at it, at the shining blue liquid that he had made, that was all his own. He’d done it.

I may just end this little intro here.

Seth had created the Gotterdammerung.


Author’s note: This is a Christmas story meant as a gift to my friends, who gave me lots of awesome prompts. This is merely the beginning. πŸ˜‰ Hopefully I will have the whole story done by mid January or so though.

I love you guys! Thank you, and Merry Christmas!

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15 Responses to Silent Night

  1. Wow wow wow! This was so good to read…Seth trying so hard to make than unusual potion, the smell of grass…summer and unicorns….you had me at unicorns! I can’t wait to see what comes next. Once more I am willingly and very happily entranced!


    • medleymisty says:

      Yay thank you!

      The game has been being awful. Just awful. So that’s why this is so short – I wanted something to post on Christmas, and with all the issues I had with the game this was the most I could do. I do still have quite a few pictures for the next chapter, and the werewolves are already trained in martial arts, so the next bits should be quicker.

      Also I need to see if your simself worked. πŸ˜‰ If so, and if the trumpet I downloaded today works too – you might have a bit of a role. πŸ˜‰


  2. Jessie says:

    My heart breaks for Sarah. Her “please” sounded alot like mine this christmas. However my man has just been very tired…not psychotic. πŸ™‚ Very intriguing.


    • medleymisty says:

      Sarah has quite the tragic life, yeah. I’m planning on another story in the future with her as the POV character, going quite deep into their relationship from her view.

      Well, I’m glad he’s just tired! Psychotic pyromaniacs are quite fun in fiction, but not IRL. πŸ˜‰


  3. Van says:

    Ooooh… excellent start here. Sorry that the game has been giving you so much grief, but you’ve managed a great piece in spite of that. Looking forward to the rest. πŸ˜€

    Merry Christmas! πŸ™‚


    • medleymisty says:

      Yay thank you! Merry Christmas! *hugs*

      Yeah, I think it’ll get easier when it’s all just taking pictures and all the preliminary stuff is done. At least I hope the game will act better then, and if it randomly quits on me – well, I’ll still have the pictures I took.


  4. Wonderful beautiful piece of writing! I knew you’d find a way to turn the meadows and unicorns into something entirely Seth, and you definitely did. Your illustrations, as always, are just breathtaking. Merry Christmas!


    • medleymisty says:

      Merry Christmas! *hugs*

      Thank you! πŸ™‚ Woo I’m glad you liked this little bit. I promise it will be very amusing and interesting as we go on. There will be more unicorns and meadows. πŸ˜‰ I don’t have Pets though, so that’s going to be fun.


  5. This is really cool. ^_^ I’m looking forward to more.


  6. Blu Paws says:

    You kicked introductory ass! I don’t know if it was intended this way, but it was amusing that Seth had to string those cheery lights before locking himself away to make Gotterdammerung. Like, Bah! I can’t play until I do chores,and Bah! I have to wear gloves to play. I really do feel for Sarah, but I suppose she’s used to Seth’s introverted ways even if it does hurt her feelings. I can’t wait to see how this unfolds! >:)


    • medleymisty says:

      Woooo yay thanks! LOL – I don’t know if I consciously thought of it that way, but I like it. And yeah – I feel bad for Sarah too. I imagine you’ll feel even more worse for her after reading the new update. πŸ˜‰


  7. Vupii says:

    Really love your writing. Can’t wait to have the rest of the story β™₯ Interesting characters and plot, I want to read more:)


    • medleymisty says:

      Aww yay thanks! The characters so far are all from Valley, my Sims 3 magnum opus. πŸ™‚ The plot is all from prompts that my friends gave me, and I’m putting a lot of them together into this story. πŸ™‚ And there is more now – just published the next update. It’s full of silliness. πŸ™‚


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