#Nami def caught a wild rabbit there at least once.

[poisoned-pearls]

sims building got me thinking abt my twst fankids so NAMI CONTENT TIMEEE

(also, for clarity, dada refers to Azul, baba refers to Jamil, and dad/father refers to either of them)

Nami always had many homes. Her dada’s apartment in the middle of the city, her baba’s constantly changing locations, (often a much smaller apartment)

but her favorite as a child was the countryside. She remembers the story of why her father bought it in the first place. Her uncle, Jade, lived in the property next door, and immediately alerted azul the moment it went up on sale. Primarily because he wanted access to the properties sprawling hillside and creek access, a treasure trove for the mushrooms he favored so much.

nevertheless. Her father bought it. Something about a business opportunity. She doesn’t remember the details. She does remember the first time she saw it, however.

her baba had suprised her at school, picking her up days earlier than he was supposed to be back. Her father always had done this, traveling far and wide for a month or two at a time, before returning home for the same amount of time. She’d go with him sometimes too, seeing over twenty different cities and countries by the time she was 6. She doesn’t remember most of it, sure, but the photos prove she’s been.

the car ride had been considerably longer than usual. He told her about how ‘her father had made an impulsive purchase’ and how they were going to check it out. When she’d asked why, he’d simply responded with “Because your father is an idiot.” (He often did that. Referred to his husband as “her father” whenever he did something he deemed unintelligent. Like she was the one who picked him out and not he.)

And oh. It was love at first sight. The house was overgrown with ivy and flowers she couldn’t name, unruly rose bushes grown far too big to be reasonable, and utterly gorgeous. She loved it.

She dragged her father by his hand inside, who found it rather humorous that a eight year old was utterly enchanted by a rather old, slightly decrepit house.

then she saw it.

the study.

Walls to walls of large bookshelves, left full by the previous owners. The curtains were large and heavy, covering a fancy window that looked right out into the once manicured backyard.

Once Jamil saw how much she had fallen in love with the building, he called off any of the plans Azul had for it.

It became a summerhouse, of sorts. The ocean was a mile behind the property, and with only some slightly underhanded techniques, Azul and Jade gained access to a backroad that could take them there.

She’d stay in that study for hours, reading every book she could dig up. History, Dramas, classics, math, philosophy- it didn’t matter. She’d read what she’d could and make her fathers read what she couldn’t. She’d take her language lessons there, draw, play, hide.

She loved it. To her, that cottage was her house, her home.