#larkin meade

Thank you @persimmonsimmer for tagging me, and for giving Larkin an opportunity for a brief comeback. ;)

He had wanted to do her harm. Consumed by hatred, wrapped in his talismans, he had crept into her lair. Now she would consume him.

Walden Sims - Larkin Meade (Download)

Requested by @joycsim, the seductive, amoral fairy queen herself! 

Romance/Knowledge Neat: 3 Outgoing: 9 Active: 4 Playful: 7 Nice: 2

There is a CC and no CC version, the CC file includes a custom, lighter version of my Remaxified skins which I use (but you can of course replace it with a pale skin of your own) and the no-CC file just uses your lightest Maxis default. Both versions come with default green eyes. 

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Larkin set sail aboard the Cooksferry Queen the following day, leaving Walden for the first time in nearly thirty years. 

To those she left behind, it was a lifetime; to her, it was hardly more than the blink of an eye.

The old houseboat had seen better days, but she was seaworthy and it wasn’t long before Larkin had put her personal touches on the interior. 

It was peaceful, if lonely - but for once, Larkin enjoyed the solitude. 

She had time to think: about her long past, about her daughter, about their future. Larkin preferred clean breaks - even where her children were concerned - once she’d decided it was time for her to move on. In her experience, it was the better, less painful way. 

Despite this, she couldn’t bring herself to stray very far, always seeming to circle back to Mistvale for a day or two where she docked at an old, disused pier. Once or twice she even caught a glimpse of Vernoraxia on the streets, before she was swallowed up by the crowd. 

The farther she sailed, the more strongly was Larkin pulled back to Walden - no, she was not done with the place yet. Or it was not yet done with her.

Vernoraxia was part of it, but there were other loose ends left to tie up as well. Larkin had not forgotten.

Then there was that vague but pervasive feeling of awareness which had drawn her to the town in the first place: awareness of a power so vastly powerful, so brilliant it would outshine the sun...if she could only find it.

Jacob: “That dress is absolutely gorgeous, Mary! You look amazing!”

Mary: “Thanks, Jacob! You’re looking dapper yourself!”

Mary: “You seem...subdued. And keep glancing towards the entrance.”

Mary felt a sudden stab of fear: was she having second thoughts?!

Vernoraxia: “Maybe it’s silly, but I keep expecting to see mom pop up. Whatever her reasons for leaving, I had expected at least a...call or something by now. I could’ve told her about the wedding...”

As if on cue, Larkin Meade made her entrance, sashaying along the stone path.

Julius opened his eyes. The sun was shining and the winter breeze was pleasantly brisk after the stagnant darkness of that cursed wood. 

His heart hammering inside his chest, he examined himself, knowing that he should see nothing but a gnawed skeleton, yet here he was - back in the real world - alive and well.

He could remember everything perfectly - the dank, rotting realm, the voice that spoke (hissed crashed flowed) to him, taunting him, the hungry swarm, the unbearable agony. It had felt so real! It...was real, wasn’t it?!

Larkin Meade watched silently.

Still not quite trusting his senses, Julius pressed his fingers to his cheeks, inspecting the flesh - and his eyes fell on Larkin Meade, whose other name, her real name, was a like a whisper scratching at the edges of his awareness. He stumbled away in horror.

The world blazed red. Julius roared with the intensity of the magic he was channelling, then his roars became the wind gusting in his ears and all colour, all light was extinguished. 

There was only the stygian black of the primordial nothingness - Julius had no idea how long he’d floated there, perfectly encased within an endless moment.

Slowly, his senses returned to him; there were things in that sweltering lightless void, thick, luxuriant plants that shouldn’t exist, impossible trees whose trunks contorted forever into a sky as black as the vacuum of space. The heavy, sickly-sweet smell of rotting vegetation assailed Julius’ nostrils and his feet trod into the gelatinous muck of decomposing matter. 

A thick fog was rolling in, enveloping him, soaking into his clothes and hair. It reeked of death.

Disoriented, dumbfounded, Julius reached inside his pocket for his wand - it wasn’t there.

"𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊"

Julius gasped.

The voice was Larkin Meade’s yet it wasn’t: it whistled like the wind gusting through lonely mountaintops, its undertones the subterranean crashing of tectonic plates, ebbing and flowing like the waves the sea at storm. 

Vernoraxia: “Mom!”

Mary: “Hello, Ms Meade...”

Anxiety prickled along Mary’s arms; she had not expected Vernoraxia’s mother to make an appearance, and it jarred her already frayed nerves. She disliked the unexpected, especially when it involved ancient, immortal fae who were, by definition, unpredictable. 

At the same time however, she was Vernie’s mother, and had a right to be there. Plus, Vernie had been missing her.

Larkin: “My goodness, you are both simply radiant! Congratulations, my dears. And Mary, please call me Larkin - we’re about to become family, after all.”

Without a word, Vernoraxia rushed over and threw her arms around her mother.

Vernoraxia: “You’re here! You’re really here!”

Larkin: “Of course I am; where else would I be on my daughter’s wedding day?”

Vernoraxia: “But...how did you know?”

Larkin chuckled: a high, melodious sound.

Larkin: “I have my ways, and I did promise that we’d see each other again.”

It was time.

Vernoraxia withdrew from her mother’s embrace and, seeing her expression, guessed immediately that it was serious. She knew her, and she knew that look, which worried her. Anything that had Larkin Meade feeling out of sorts was unlikely to be good.

Vernoraxia: “What’s going on? Mom? Did something happen?”

Larkin: “I’m leaving Walden, and I wanted to speak to you first. I also wish to return Inigo to you - he was your cat to begin with, I was simply looking after him while you were in college. It’s time you two were reunited, though.”