Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jan 22, 2014 1:29:54 GMT -8
Mother,
I guess raising geniuses would send anyone into near insanity, so it would seem that I consequently oh you both an apology as well as an acknowledgement that you did indeed 'tell me so'. Albeit, the phrasing was remarkably different, but I am inclined to link rather loose facts since they happen to be (if it is even possible- as I am proving that it might be) minor details. But I digress.
The bombs fell precisely at 8:31:26am in Kreuzspitze Area in what had been Germany, then more commonly known as the Alps. We knew they were coming, the bombs had tackled most of the known world and at this time it was routine to smoke out survivors among the rubble- or in this case the wild snow covered mountains. I had been hiding in a fortress carved with every linking of my available budgeting and the connections of the artifacts black market trade into an medieval route through the mountains the likes of which probably had the purpose of making a faster route through the mountains but, of course, only succeeded on getting it's tourists more lost, which for my purposes worked quite well. I was inclined towards old Nazi terminals but as it stands, those are still too modern and open to likely suspicion when people come knocking.
No I chose the path that even the most notorious would be too lazy to research, let along carve out. After all, who would carve a fortress into the side of a mountain who's only purpose was to be found by those who were lost. I think the irony is rather genius, don't you?
But back to the matter at hand, as I seem to have sidetracked considerably from my story, raising two belligerent and stubborn girls is proving a task of both intense physical stamina as well as mental capabilities. Ever since I left my lost fortress full of treasures and the such, I had moved around never readying myself for the possibility of taking full responsibility for a child's life beyond basic protection from violence. Aryanna is simply engaging, constantly challenging everything and ignoring her clear analytical skills which she so obviously possesses. Of course she only uses them when it favors her over her sister in terms of advantage. Evelyn is both smart, cunning, as much as she is stubborn. She knows about following the rules as I suppose is typical of older sibling syndrome in every family dynamic but for some reason becomes glaringly more obvious in twins. Of course, they are only turning one this year- but I fear the future of anyone who's might so unfortunately get tangled with these two. They are a sure recipe for disaster.
Fact of the matter is, I don't even remember giving birth to them. I don't. It could all be a hoax if it wasn't the fact that they look so much like Mathew. He's lovely sometimes, a real gent of the trade- but as it is my trade I guess that means rather peculiar to most. You'd absolutely loath him. I remember walking down the hall, feeling heavy and slightly claustrophobic when Buck came down the hall. He stared at me for a second and asked If I needed anything, or help getting back to the sitting room as I looked like I was about to be ill. I went to reply something smart, but a sudden clenching and I suddenly felt more inclined to scream. Pain shot up and down my back, my legs- the whole lot....and then there was blood and water (I'm going to say it was water) everywhere, and then I was falling. I dont think anyone even caught me....I must have been out for a day or so because it had been mid morning when I was walking down the hall, but by the time I awoke I was in a bed, being stitched up, and being told my two lovely daughters were outside the room with the father.
Now, It's only that I've recently begun to understood my emotions- useless human error they still remain to be- I realize something. I'm bloody pissed I wasn't awake for it. I wanted to be there, and I guess thats why I've got a ruddy knack to try it again, though I can't because my Husbands been an oaf and lost his fertility. That one is a right git, I hate him too sometimes. Fine line between love and hate- really it is. Anyway, the feeling I had when I woke up was fear. I know that now...I remember him coming in and suddenly with two ugly worm things............I wanted to tell him that there was a mistake. No way those were mine. Being pregnant, giving birth, being a mother- it all hit me in a moment. Took me months to get over it too.
Not sure I'm over it yet. We'll have to see.
They're first birthday is coming up. They both can walk and run by now...and they are learning to do flips and jump...progress is slow. But I mean to teach them what they need to know.
Thats more than you can say.
-Bastille Alana Violette Amtrum.
I guess raising geniuses would send anyone into near insanity, so it would seem that I consequently oh you both an apology as well as an acknowledgement that you did indeed 'tell me so'. Albeit, the phrasing was remarkably different, but I am inclined to link rather loose facts since they happen to be (if it is even possible- as I am proving that it might be) minor details. But I digress.
The bombs fell precisely at 8:31:26am in Kreuzspitze Area in what had been Germany, then more commonly known as the Alps. We knew they were coming, the bombs had tackled most of the known world and at this time it was routine to smoke out survivors among the rubble- or in this case the wild snow covered mountains. I had been hiding in a fortress carved with every linking of my available budgeting and the connections of the artifacts black market trade into an medieval route through the mountains the likes of which probably had the purpose of making a faster route through the mountains but, of course, only succeeded on getting it's tourists more lost, which for my purposes worked quite well. I was inclined towards old Nazi terminals but as it stands, those are still too modern and open to likely suspicion when people come knocking.
No I chose the path that even the most notorious would be too lazy to research, let along carve out. After all, who would carve a fortress into the side of a mountain who's only purpose was to be found by those who were lost. I think the irony is rather genius, don't you?
But back to the matter at hand, as I seem to have sidetracked considerably from my story, raising two belligerent and stubborn girls is proving a task of both intense physical stamina as well as mental capabilities. Ever since I left my lost fortress full of treasures and the such, I had moved around never readying myself for the possibility of taking full responsibility for a child's life beyond basic protection from violence. Aryanna is simply engaging, constantly challenging everything and ignoring her clear analytical skills which she so obviously possesses. Of course she only uses them when it favors her over her sister in terms of advantage. Evelyn is both smart, cunning, as much as she is stubborn. She knows about following the rules as I suppose is typical of older sibling syndrome in every family dynamic but for some reason becomes glaringly more obvious in twins. Of course, they are only turning one this year- but I fear the future of anyone who's might so unfortunately get tangled with these two. They are a sure recipe for disaster.
Fact of the matter is, I don't even remember giving birth to them. I don't. It could all be a hoax if it wasn't the fact that they look so much like Mathew. He's lovely sometimes, a real gent of the trade- but as it is my trade I guess that means rather peculiar to most. You'd absolutely loath him. I remember walking down the hall, feeling heavy and slightly claustrophobic when Buck came down the hall. He stared at me for a second and asked If I needed anything, or help getting back to the sitting room as I looked like I was about to be ill. I went to reply something smart, but a sudden clenching and I suddenly felt more inclined to scream. Pain shot up and down my back, my legs- the whole lot....and then there was blood and water (I'm going to say it was water) everywhere, and then I was falling. I dont think anyone even caught me....I must have been out for a day or so because it had been mid morning when I was walking down the hall, but by the time I awoke I was in a bed, being stitched up, and being told my two lovely daughters were outside the room with the father.
Now, It's only that I've recently begun to understood my emotions- useless human error they still remain to be- I realize something. I'm bloody pissed I wasn't awake for it. I wanted to be there, and I guess thats why I've got a ruddy knack to try it again, though I can't because my Husbands been an oaf and lost his fertility. That one is a right git, I hate him too sometimes. Fine line between love and hate- really it is. Anyway, the feeling I had when I woke up was fear. I know that now...I remember him coming in and suddenly with two ugly worm things............I wanted to tell him that there was a mistake. No way those were mine. Being pregnant, giving birth, being a mother- it all hit me in a moment. Took me months to get over it too.
Not sure I'm over it yet. We'll have to see.
They're first birthday is coming up. They both can walk and run by now...and they are learning to do flips and jump...progress is slow. But I mean to teach them what they need to know.
Thats more than you can say.
-Bastille Alana Violette Amtrum.
