Monthly Archives: July 2004

Lazy summer days and pleasant company

I’faith things are different for me these days. I have found myself enjoying the company of late of Jareth, king_of_goblins. It is quite refreshing to have someone to talk to on equal footing. Not even captainbarbossa has ever addressed me thus. I think I have been too far away, too long away from the Fortunate Isle and the realms of magic. My interactions with Jareth remind me very much of who I am and a world view that few if any share outside of myself. I am delighted for this small, yet most welcome change.

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What is your weapon of choice?

I’faith the Wytch has many would-be weapons at her disposal. Magic, being chief amng them. If she be a maid and a beauty, this can a’course be used as a weapon. A crone oft uses deciet and ruthlessness and mankind’s assumption that her age is equal to weakness. This to has its uses. I have at the odd time or another used all of these things as well as cunning. I would have to say that of all these things, I would use my own wits as my weapon of choice.

Power is held in the hands of those who l know how and when to wield each of these things, ne’er relying so much on one thing or the other. Each one in turn is an advantage in its time. If used too often, each would become predictable and turn to a detriment and a means by which to be exploited.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 152

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To the Bold Goes the Prize

OOC Comment: This is from Pan Historia and the group, Ile de Torture. It is a first draft, by no means complete.

I’faith there is nothing like the open sea. The heart and the soul rises with the pitch and roll of the waves and the spray and wind on your face is a constant reminder of what it is to be free. Yet, it also serves as a reminder of just how small, by the Goddess, that we are on this Earth. Salt in water in our bodies and in our souls bind us to that primordial place, where all life – everything began.

The Flying Star took to the sea and we headed out for the Japans and the promise of Spanish gold and riches beyond our wildest dreams. All of us madmen and women were scooped up in the promise and we took it to our own. As Douglas did the blessing ritual, I slowly made my way to stand beside him. That moment it felt as if every thing in the entire universe were right, and there was no other possibility that any of us could be anywhere else. The ship danced on the waves. I loosed my hair and let the wind take it up like a banner and symbol of our freedom. Douglas and I dined on the feast of silence between us. No spoken words interrupted the sweet voice of the sea, as he pulled me to him and wrapped his arm about my waist. I leaned my head back into the warmth of his body and I swear I could feel the his heart against the back of my neck. I would face every Harpy of Hell or Siren of the Sea for this man. In that moment I knewe that nothing could e’er be strong enough to keep us apart.

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Do you get jealous and how do you deal with it?

I would be lying to you or worse to myself if I were to claim that jealousy never strikes me. Of course I get jealous. I am a Wytch. Even with what I know and the obvious charms that I can work over men’s hearts, I have tasted jealousy. What is the motivation behind much magic that women, that Wytch’s wield? I’faith I would not be where I am now, if it was not for my jealousy, my lust for what I thought should be rightfully mine and for reaching out to claim it.

Who then is more deserving if not me? Even though I am a Wytch and play by different rules than most, and turn most women into creatures of unspeakable ugliness, do I not also turn myself into the same for doing so? However, when one is in the grips of the Green Eyed Dragon of Jealousy, you oft do not think about such things.

I have watched scores of women throw themselves at my lovers. Never mind that in some cases, the bonds are ones of blood and cannot be undone by the mere glance of a simpering coquette or a temptress. I have been called Hetaera, and as such being one of those who fully own and control our sexuality. We embrace and completely understand the power and potential of that. Hetaeras make love with whomever, wherever and whenever we choose, for reasons we consciously acknowledge for results we alone skillfully control. Even living within a world that is built around sensuality of the body, mind and spirit, jealousy can come. E’en when Life itself becomes an ecstatic ritual of experiencing the deepest part of what is sensuous and sensual – one can know the pangs of envy and hatred toward someone or something that is taking away from that most carefully constructed facade. Woe to them, for these impetuous creatures know not where they play nor just whom they play with. And he, (and it is usually a he) to infer that he has no part in this would be foolish indeed.

What have I done to deal with it? Well, I have done a variety of things. I have been known to have wrought magicks both small and perhaps a bit more involved in the name of what I would suppose are my more jealous moments. I have at times thrown a rival’s name into a mirror so that she and her would-be lover sees her for exactly what she is, and I have been known to go as far as to make a woman’s breasts or chin melt like candle wax held too close to a flame. Pity. They really shouldn’t play with things that don’t belong to them. Perhaps such things are unworthy of a Wytch and Lady of the Fortunate Isle, but certainly more than appealing to my Fae blood! We have a penchant for trickery and getting even with those whom we are jealous of.

There was one particular incident whereby my lover had been pursued by a lass that liked to feign her innocence so that she might appeal to his protective male nature. Her devisement worked and I was feeling a bit neglected. So I devised to have a maid come to their chamber and snatch his breeches, and have them made a bit larger. How odd when he got dressed, it would seem that their amorous exertions caused him to shrink. The first time he most probably wrote it off to his imagination. When again they met, I again had the maid borrow his breeches and a new pair was made exactly the same way. Again he was seemingly smaller. Of course the implication was that he was either sickly, or his male attributes were in fact were waning after all. Being the kind of woman that she was, she dropped him for another. When he came to his senses and came to see me for a bit of reassurance and for a charm to win back that bit of himself which he thought that he might have lost, I have to admit, it did feel rather good to have been so successful in assuaging my jealousy upon him.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 711
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What would your dream occupation be?

I do find your question rather a puzzlement. I’faith, I have ne’er been anything other than what I am, a woman, a Wytch, sometimes a pyrate, as the need arises. Perhaps people spend far too much time wishing for things that they cannot have, or worse do not know what it is that they really want after all.

I am free. I am here in my cottage in the tropical forests on Jamaica island. I spend my time doing exactly what it is that I want to do, and I have ne’er wanted anything other than to be in these beautiful forests, or lying naked on the beach in the moonlight when’ere it suits me. What Queen of which Realm anywhere, or rich man either, could claim herself to be free in such a similar fashion? None that I know of.

Being a Wytch I have all that need, and if by some chance I donna have all that I desire, I most assuredly know how to get it.

Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 169

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Would you choose to live forever if you had the choice?

I’faith I have seen what happens when man or woman wishes for their own immortality. Would I choose to live forever if I had the choice? Ye are always asking questions that depend so much ‘pon perspective. There is something to be said for the turn of the Season, the Wheel of the Year – to go from being Maiden, to Mother, to Crone that has a certain rightness to it. Have I e’er tried to go against these natural laws? Did I e’er desire to cheat death, to gain power that I too, could be deathless and invincible – that with that Power, I coulde in fact make myself a Goddess? I would lying if I were to say that I didn’t. For I did.

Living forever is not just about wandering the Earth in your gross corporeal form until the end of time. ‘Tis a belief that we Wytches hold that when ye pass to the West, ye have gained deathlessness – unless ye choose once again to return to this plane again, as many do. An apprentice alchemist learns it thusly; that the Below is exactly as that which is Above and vice versa. This is what makes the wonders of perfection of the One. Why run from the Truth, that e’en if you pass from this plane of existence,? For there shall be another place, at least as fine, waiting for you with open arms . In that way we are already deathless and are able to “live forever”. Only the short sighted and the cowardly turn life into an endless fear of dying.

No, I do not want to be able to live forever if that would mean to hang on to the ragged threads of the tapestry or my life, if what you’re asking would be by the terms that most would use to define such a concept.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction
Word Count: 310

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