Monthly Archives: September 2005

Most people wish that I… (What? Complete the thought and write a ficlette about it.)

Most people wish I did not understand and wield the laws of Power so well. Members of my own family are convinced that my understanding of what True Power is will lead to the betrayal of what is most important to me. As if I could, in my pursuit, ultimately betray those whom I love, and in turn betray myself. They may not always understand what it is that I do, or why, but when the provings come, I will do what is necessary. Most people wish I was a conventional woman, with a conventional understanding and limited scope and sphere of contentment. In short, most people wish that I were not a Wytch.

Although, there was one happy exception to this rule. I had one person tell me that I was not fully living up to my potential. How very refreshing to have someone have the courage to tell me that I could do better, and not listen to what most people say. He reminded me quite well that it was this defiance of what most people want and expect that led to my usurpation of my power and position from Morgienne.

He is right. I have never really cared too terribly much about what most people wish. It’s my wish and my Will that matters. I do as I please when it pleases me to do so. Those who know me best appreciate that because they know that when I am there, I am truly there because I desire to be – not because I have been guilted into doing what everyone else thinks I should. It’s liberating, for everyone knows precisely where they stand.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 261
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If you could find out one single fact about every person you met, what fact would you want to know,

I want to know what it is that drives them.

I want to know what motivates them. I want to know what words to say in order to titilate them, I want to know what it is that pushes the envelope and gets them on a deep emotional level. I want that one thing that can set their soul on fire. I want that pressure point, that thumbscrew to apply, so that all I have to do is merely squeeze and they will do exactly as they are wont to do. I am fascinated by the process of how people give and take power. To watch them give it away so easily, to seek it so blatantly, to lose themselves on those things that has tripped up just about every other person in history, that to me is a heady draught.

But none of this is very difficult to find out, really. I pay attention to gestures, words, unconscious signals. People have this incredible penchant for broadcasting who and what they are. There are those of us who understand and speak that language fluently. I merely have to listen and appear interested and the information spills over their lips like water flows over the rocks in a stream. You then find the part of them that is like the helpless child. Woe to those who talk of their hapless childhoods. This is a key that unlocks many a door to a person’s….weaknesses. You look for cotrasts, find the weak links, and then you fill the void and feed off their emotions, for they will reveal them. Those who lose their control on that, have handed their power over on a silver platter, with a gold engraved invitation, too.

And that is one that I am more than happy to accept.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count:303
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Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.

” You too woman. Drink to your man’s pact.” Douglas commanded me.

I stared hard at him, and I knew that he could hear my thoughts as if I were in his face and screaming my defiance. How could he ask me to drink to a pact that neither of us believed in? If the men aboard the Reaper were to hear of it there would be rage amongst the crew at Douglas, and with good reason! ‘Where is the man that I know and love, I asked myself, ‘could he not see what was at stake here?’

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Have you ever experienced something you couldn’t explain?

Write down your brushes with the mysterious

What are the so-called ‘Mysteries’ anyway, except those things which you don’t really quite understand yet? Dealing with magic, dealing with the seen, the unseen – the seven realms of existence, all of these things are not so very mysterious once you know how. Cooking can be a mystery until you know the secret of the proper measurements and temperature, to turn out something that nourishes. Building a fire can be a mystery to those who have never done so a’fore and yet, fire possesses it’s own magic and mystery that goes far beyond the initial ignition of it.

Experiencing the Mystery, the true Mystery of life is mostly found just in the act of living. That is no profound philosophical pronouncement on my part; it’s the simple and honest truth. Anyone can talk with the dead. All you need to do is just say “Hello”. Anyone can make their dreams come true – they need to merely focus on what it is they want and set about If you are turned aside, again, that is a choice, isn’t it?

Life is a Mystery – and it’s a glorious one that dares us to have the will to seek out and to investigate the Mysteries, embrace them and call them our own. Those who understand a Mystery – no matter which one it is, don’t really need to talk about it. They just incorporate its understanding into themselves.

In other words, they become that which is considered Mysterious.


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction / Mythology/Folklore
Word Count:244

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What is the best present you have ever given someone?

How is it that you can expect me to judge that? I’faith, is it not up to the person to whom you gave the gift in the first place to determine whether or not it was the ‘greatest’ gift that you have ever given? What if the gift given, I feel is the greatest gift of all, and it is scorned by the recipient? Is it still the greatest gift given, or is it something that will be discarded, unappreciated in the back of a closet or drawer or beside the road as something completely expendable?

I can only say what others have told me is the greatest gift that I have given them. Whether or not that is true, is not mine to judge. My consort, Sebastien, insisted that the greatest gift that I have given to him is my love. With that, he said, came redeption for those things which he had done in the past. He in turn healed the small child, the girl and the woman who was convinced that she would never know love. It has become a mutal gift that now magnifies itself.

I can, instead, say the greatest gift that I myself have been given, which mirrors that of my consort. I have been gifted with his love and I have been gifted with the opportunity to be more than I ever dreamed possible. So in the end, all of this comes down to the greatest gift that I have in fact allowed for myself.


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count:260

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Alliances (The Dreamtime ) Part 3

I’faith I was not the least bit surprised that Prince Itet had made me to wait in the reception room adjoining his suites. My “demand” had not been an imperative for the Dark Prince, but I knew that it would be taken as such by those who would relay it to him as one. I could always count on Itet to be himself, and Itet’s ego was nothing if not consistent with who he was. Prince Itet and I had never met face to face, but indeed my spies, I was certain, were as good as his own. Surely they reported to him of my comings and goings with Nuada. None of this, I was certain was about Seelie versus Unseelie or Fae versus Human, but about one thing only. That one thing was power.

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Alliances – The Dreamtime Part 2

I could feel Nuada’s gazed upon me as he seemed to ruminate for a few moments.

“Lady of the Fortunate Isle I do accept your allegiance,” he said to me at last.

The Red King rose from his seat and stepped forward me and reached out a hand. I placed my own small fingers within his grip. It was his warm undamaged hand that he had offered me, not the one fashioned of silver so many generations of man ago.

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Alliances – (The Dreamtime) Part 1

From http://www.panerotica.us and the novel The Midnight People. This is from the ‘Dreamtime’ side of the novel. Fanny is known as Faelyn High Lady of the Fortunate Isle.

ruth be told, my mother, who was a Wytch was seduced by one of the Unseelie Fae, Gan Ceanach, which in human language, means “Love Talker”. He showed up in the grove to where my mother was gathering herbs. She though it strange that he cast with no shadow even in sunlight and birds stopped their singing in his presence. He had, my mother said, the most enchanting voice and she was enraptured by him. And…well, I was the result of that union.
But when one is born with one foot in the world of the Fae, and the other foot within the world that is human, you tend not to be accepted by either one.

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