Fanny lets a cryptic smile come over her face
I’faith, you must think I am quite the a fool to reveal that one thing to you. *laughs softly*
It is a transgression of the laws of power that you allow all of your secrets to be known. Do you not realize that in order to have complete power over anyone, you find that vulnerability, that weakness, that one thing, to use as the perfect thumbscrew and you apply the proper pressure to it?
It has been said that “no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips, betrayal oozes out of his every pore.” Secrets are not limited to what we speak out loud, but rather in every gesture, predjudice and preference. One need only be observant in order to learn just what it is. The riches of King Solomon’s Mines are nothing by comparison to the treasure troves of weaknesses and vulnerabilities in everyone from the meanest servant and slave to the grandest of monarchs.
It was by this this alone that I was able to overthrow Morginenne, the High Lady of the Fortunate Isle and usurp her office and authority. Even though I left it by choice, my influence still holds sway there. Let them try to come and break my hold upon them, for none of them are clever enough nor in close proximity enough to find that one thing that would be my thumbscrew.
My one deep, dark secret that I wish no one to know, you ask?
Go to hell. I’ll not be telling you, either.
Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore & Mythology
Word Count: 271
Ever since I was a young girl, I have always loved twilight the best, especially in summer. There is something so positively magical about the sun slipping from the sky, and the brilliant hues that are painted as a last, loving farewell. Reds and oranges fade into magenta’s and curealean blues, and purples. When the last bits of light kiss the day goodnight, fireflies began to shew themselves like Fae lanterns beckoning a would-be adventurer to the land of Faerie to the edge of the woods. The hollows and gnarled trees are barely discernible, but somehow, you could see just enough to make your way into that mysterious place and dance the night away with Seelie nobility.
That time of night is still my favourite now. Nowhere was the sky more colourful than over the Fortunate Island, and as twilight fell over the Palace of the Winds, I loved to stroll the gardens with Sebastien. Sometimes we’d stop by the very large Mimosa tree that is near the fountain, the same fireflies everywhere. Every once in a while as we savoured the moments there, a little bat that lives under the eaves of the house would fly past us, and take a quick sip of water before he flits away once again. The creature would do this three or four times, a’fore disappearing into the night in search of prey.
By this time usually, Sebastien and I well knew that the day’s work was done and that the night, was truly ours and we would get to do what we wanted to do with our time. That, of course, could have been any vast number of things.
Fandom:Original Character / Folklore /Mythology / RPF
OOC: I know that some of us who work with Muses and characters all of the time sort of struggle to get a handle on them. The following is a questionaire that I compiled from several sources, most of them from writing courses I have taken, or books from Writer’s Digest. This list under the cut is EXHAUSTIVE. Some questions will apply to your character or muse, others will not. Some may seem quite redundant. Play with it at will.
Query me, baby!