My mother never lied to me. At least she never did that I was aware of. She was a truly good person. My father, on the other hand, from whom I have inherited my Unseelie blood – he was not-so-good. It took an act of Will on Morgienne’s part to even get him to acknowledge the fact that he was my father. He would not be forsworn and actually say that he had not known my mother. He knew that he had – and so did everyone else. And I was the result of their illicit liaison. He did not lie – I will give him that. However, his allegations inferred that he highly doubted that he was the only possibility toward being my sire. In end, irrefutable proof was provided and Gan Ceanach was forced to acknowledge that indeed, I was his daughter.
I suppose one could argue that keeping such secrets, or harbouring such nonchalance is in and of itself tantamount to a lie. I do not necessarily agree. He and I still do not speak often, and when we do, our relationship is strained at best. We always skirt around the issue as to why he and I can never be a family. I guess in a way, those are lies, too.
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 198
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Life Belongs to Sekhmet 
If it were your decision, would you have him in your life at all?
The answer to that question, truthfully, is that I do not know. I suppose that I would be much better off if I did not have to see or speak to him. It is from him that I carry my Fae blood, so I cannot be purely unappreciative of him. He is responsible, albeit in a small way, the fact that I still live and that we are conversing right now.