— I’m not going to hurt you, — the woman said softly. — You need a nestad and I want to help you.
— I need to get out of here, not what? What is nestad? I without it will manage.
— Treatment, — the woman corrected herself. — You need to finally bounce back.
— I’m fine, — the young man repeated and got out of bed. Swayed, but kept his balance and looked triumphantly at the elf. — I can go!
— First you’ll have to find your pants, — the woman giggled and looked appraisingly at the young man’s groin.
— What? Oh shit!
— the young man covered himself with his hands and blushed so that
bright spots appeared even through the sunburned skin. The woman laughed
happily, and then severely added:— You should wash your mouth with soap so that you do not swear.
The young man blushed even more.
Nick and Aisha.
And their doberman xD
The woman sat down beside the young man on the bed and smiled softly at him. A chill ran down his spine and he shivered. Some strange sensations occurred to him when she sat down next to him, but the young man preferred not to pay attention to them. There was not enough self-interest, not the right time.
The woman held out her hand to his bandages, but the young man frightened off her fingers and shouted:
— Don’t touch me!
The scream hovered in the air and the woman raised her eyebrows in bewilderment.
Вот и дошли Брюс и Дени до того горизонта за которым- пенсия ) Больше года живут они в моей игре, жизнь их была далеко не идеальна, но в целом удалась)
позы @rethdis-love лот “Гермес” @avriel-de-vir
Ооо, вот и Брюс постарела, это грустно так… Я своим отрубилась старение, не могу помочь смотреть, как взрослеют😥
Пысы. Галь, видела тебя на симсмиксе!)))

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— You are awake!
A woman’s voice was heard from the door and the young man turned his head to the sound. The woman approached him, smiling.
She was … strange. And not too beautiful. It
is clearly not the girl, but the face is completely without signs of
aging, and bright blue eyes are as if they have seen too much. And sad, even when the woman was smiling. A stupid hairstyle with a half-shaven head and a bang that falls over her eyes.And ears. Sharp elven ears.
The young man sighed briefly. Elves were killed many years ago, how did she survive?
What does this all mean?
— You are awake!
A woman’s voice was heard from the door and the young man turned his head to the sound. The woman approached him, smiling.
She was … strange. And not too beautiful. It
is clearly not the girl, but the face is completely without signs of
aging, and bright blue eyes are as if they have seen too much. And sad, even when the woman was smiling. A stupid hairstyle with a half-shaven head and a bang that falls over her eyes.And ears. Sharp elven ears.
The young man sighed briefly. Elves were killed many years ago, how did she survive?
What does this all mean?
He woke up and for a while just lay, listening attentively to the surrounding sounds. Somewhere beyond the wall, he could hear the sound of water and quiet conversations. Where is he, damn it? And how did he end up in this bed?
He walked through the night desert, no longer hoping to go somewhere. But he continued obstinately to move, simply because he could still go. And then it seemed to him that ahead he sees the lights of a small town and jerked there with the last of his strength. But how he got and who saved him fell out of his memory. And did he ever see the face of his savior?
The young man raised his hand, twirled it with a brush, and grinned. Devil’s bastards did not break his hand, as he first thought, which means it’s possible to live. But the rest of the body suffered more. On his chest he groped for tight bandages and it hurt to touch the burned skin of his face.
But he’s alive. Now he had enough of this.
He had nightmares. They beat him again and again, indifferently, just doing their work. Then he again wandered through the desert in hot clothes, pressing on him and weighing a ton. It
seemed to him that a little more and he would cross the desert and be
free, but at the end of the road only beatings waited for him. And again and again, in a circle.And then he heard the melodic singing in an unfamiliar language and clung to it. And the nightmares began to recede. He felt a light and cool hand stroking his head and it became easier. And he fell asleep with a deep sleep, in which he could not dream.


























