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TBS – Prompt 2.3 Section 3.B – Attila Quote

“I say that if a woman can only have power through a man, then let it be with the most powerful man she can find.” –Attila

Any power I have gained I got by wits and my Will or because I took it as I saw fit. Certainly not merely because I allied myself with a powerful man. As a woman and a sovereign, I resent the idea that my sex is of no use except as a consort to a male authority figure Let a man find his power on his own. And if I find him worthy I may be inclined to take him as an ally. Where I come from, no man may rule but through the High Lady, and only then as her Consort. I have, in my very long and immortal life, known many a powerful men. And interestingly enough, one or two of them are still around in my life. The man that I chose as my husband and consort was not the most powerful man. However, he certainly was one of the most feared in all of France. The fact that I love him is a given. I hope that he shall forgive me for saying that the fear he caused, became as the fear of me. His power was in a different form, and it has proven to be most useful. Continue reading


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1.75 – Mun Prompt ~ What person in your muse’s life, has most affected their personality?

I’ve been writing Frances Moira McKay / Fanny Fae or Faelyn as she is known among the Fae, for several years. Since she is actually based off of one of my ancestors, part of her is fact, some of her is fiction of my own making and a little more is folkloric in nature. If I had to choose any one person that most influenced this muse’s life it would have to be her foster-mother Morgienne, who was the High Lady of the Fortunate Island. Fanny lost her mother, Maeve, when she was all of four years old, due to a plot by Morgienne. Morgienne immediately stepped up and raised the young Frances as her own. She taught the child in all manner of knowledge, of diplomacy and power and most importantly, the Mysteries. Certainly she was not a bad foster parent to Fanny as it were. It was through Morgienne’s influence that the Unseelie Sidhe Court, particularly Frances’ father, Gan Caenach, even acknowledged the existence of his possible bastard daughter. It was then that she was given the name of Faelyn in recognition that she was at least in some part, Unseelie, and could not be turned fully away as was the custom. Faelyn was being groomed to be Morgienne’s successor and to Morgienne it made complete sense. What better way than to have someone who could go between the two Worlds because she was neither fully human nor fully Fae, but both? It was unclear at that point how Faelyn’s hand of power would emerge, but if she did possess one, outside of the natural abilities that she demonstrated in herbal lore, diplomacy and spellcraft, then it would undoubtedly be something interesting to watch.

It was not until Fanny was in her late teens that she discovered Morgiennes’s complicity in her own mother’s death. In true Fae fashion, the insult was unforgivable. It was at this point where she decided that blood would answer for blood, in spite of all that Morgienne may have done for her up until that time. And so she waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. When at last it arrived, Faelyn selected a slow poison. She was skilled enough in poisoncraft and herbal medicine that she was able to inflict upon her foster mother an incredible amount of suffering and kept her lingering for months with no one, not even Morgienne herself being any the wiser. She spent an incredible amount of time and great care in insuring that her foster mother’s death was as painful and as prolonged as possible. It was near the end, when the woman could no longer speak nor protest but could only listen that Faelyn whispered what had been going on – and what was to come in the Seven Realms of existence following her imminent passing. All memories of her foster mother would be struck from every temple, every monument and every document. The second death was the death which all who lived between the worlds feared most. If no one remembers your name, and no one speaks of you, then you cease to exist. What Faelyn does not – or maybe she does realize is that by speaking of Morgienne, she in turn is keeping Morgienne alive in at least one Realm of Existence.

Morgienne gave her tenacity, gave her knowledge, an insatiable fascination with Power, a singular sense of survival and a strength of Will. It was all of these things that made her who she is at her core. Subconsciously, I think that there is a bit of Morgienne in there, because I have seen her do things that I have been told her foster mother once did. She is also her mother’s and father’s daughter . Faelyn’s / Frances’ mother was a gentle woman with a loving heart. I have seen my muse demonstrate profound acts of kindness to those whom she barely knows, and I have seen her likewise exorcise demons of such cruelty that I question whether or not I truly know her.

Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 669
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EM 30 – Is there anyone you would give up your own life for?

Yes, there is. And for the inability to not have done that, I sometimes feel as if there is a hole inside the very centre of me. It is as if there is an emptiness that is so raw that it sometimes burns to the point where it will consume me whole. I wake up and I dream of that love that I once had with Sebastien. It was a love that even time could not erase nor replace. Every angel, every daemon stood stock still and didn’t dare to breathe for fear it would evaporate in a single moment; and I swear that it must have. All I ever wanted was just want someone to love me; and he was that someone. No mother, no father, no other lover, not even the Divine came close to that love. Maybe I’ve already had all of the happiness in my life that I ever can have. I don’t want to believe it, but the time is past. I often wake up remembering that sweet dream, only to realize that Sebastien is gone. There is only me and the memory of what once was, and that a part of me died with him that day.

“You said you’d love me forever!” I cried, my fingers traced a line through the blood that spilled from the gash in his throat. His blood mingled with my tears, and I wanted to will him back. ‘How much is enough? ‘I wanted to scream. But only sobs wracked my body as my lips brushed across the curve of his neck.

“Please, please, don’t leave me!” I whispered; as if my will alone could bring him back. But I couldn’t. My biggest mistake was loving a man with a reputation, a history. Never mind that this history, this reputation had nothing to do with who and how I knew that he was. From the moment we laid eyes upon each other, I knew – and he said he knew, too – that we were two halves of the same whole. We were nearly inseparable from that time, for years to come. We were happy, and those things of his reputation that he was known for mattered not. Gone was the murderous man who was bent only on vengeance. Gone.

Lest you think otherwise, let me assure you that nothing could have assuaged my grief where Sebastien’s death was concerned. A part of me will always be numbed and tucked away, wounded, bleeding and angry that I could do nothing to stop it. Not even in my love of him was to stop what he and I both knew was a painful inevitability. There were those who warned me not to traverse the slippery slope of the emotion of love, that I would lose too much of myself, forget the potential of who I was, what I had been or who and what I could become.

All I knew is that I loved him. I loved him beyond all reason, and it was because of that reason that my grief caved upon me like a thousand ton monolith burying me within it for many years to come. I bought the linen and made his burial shroud with my own hand. Every stitch I put in it was sewn with my tears in between. Even after he was lain to rest and his grave had gone to green, the sense of loss did not subside. I’ve spent the last five centuries missing him wishing there was something I could have done to have saved his life that day.

Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 568
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Topic #9 – Guilt

here was a time when I would have said that I did not do guilt, that there was no guilt within me. After a lot of contemplation and reflection, there is perhaps one thing I am most guilty about.



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What’s your guilty pleasure? (Topic 5)

My guilty pleasure is something that I acquired a taste for in my days in the lands off the Barbary Coast.

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Prompt #6 Thoughts On Marriage *locked from all muses*

There was a time in my life when I swore to all of the powers that be that I would never allow myself to marry.

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