Comfort

May. 31st, 2006 11:18 pm
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o many put their trust and their definitions as to what is comforting or comfortable in terms of things that are external. For me, having to live between the worlds, in various places, at varying times, there really are few things that I place trust in that are outside myself. Some would say it's having a full belly, the warmth of a fire on a cold winter night, the love of another, their caress upon their skin, and the feel of soft, clean sheets in a spacious bed with plenty of room to manoeuvre with that lover are the very definitions of comfort. All of those things, I find, are relatively easy to obtain.

The one thing that is most difficult to obtain, and is absolutely essential to contentment is being absolutely comfortable with oneself. After as long a life as I have had, and as much history as I have seen, you have plenty of time to learn to become comfortable with yourself. Many never achieve that in the whole of their lives. Once you are armed with this one elusive quality, you can be comfortable anywhere in nearly every situation. True comfort is having the ability to wield the power that allows you to control your own life. There is something wholly reassuring to being able to say with conviction that you bow neither neck nor knee to anyone and knowing that there are few, if any who have sufficient intestinal fortitude to try to prove you wrong.

That is where I find comfort.


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 225
crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse

Mother

May. 28th, 2006 10:52 am
fannyfae: (Faelyn - High Lady of the Fortunate Isle)
erhaps in my child's mind I made my mother into far more than what or who she truly was. I was probably all of four years old when she died. My mother was everything that I am not. She was so young, innocent, and full of life. Like me she had dark hair, but unlike me she had blue eyes. Perhaps it was her blue eyes and sweet song that attracted my father, Gan Ceanach. The things I do remember is that she was the one who taught me about the plant spirits. She taught me to interact with them and listen to them. Perhaps it was her innocence that made such a thing natural to a child. In that world, what little I remember of it, I felt safe and loved. The world was full of things that begged exploration, and there was nothing anywhere within it that was not exciting and wondrous to me.

Then all of that ended.... )


Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore /Mythology
Word Count: 583
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse

Blue

Jun. 18th, 2005 06:24 pm
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I write this particular prompt under duress, for I donna like being asked to do what I'd rather not. I also do not like to be incited to remember that which I do not wish to remember. Such impositions put me a desire to be naught but all manner of being disagreeable. This is something that I would rather like to avoid. When I find out who is responsible for this particular query, they and I will be having words.

Within the walls of a Mughal palace, in India is a courtyard that reminds me of one at the Hacienda Las Glorias, which is my home. Or perhaps I should say that my home now reminds me of that place I had been so many years before. The blue tile walls were the first memory we had after a particularly long battle against the English. Douglas and I had fought side by side, the Reaper was listing badly, and Douglas was determined that we would not be captured. He would not see his men, nor me nor himself hung like dogs, our carcasses left out to rot in the elements as warnings to other pirates, not to take up the Sweet Trade.

Things were going badly, there was no way that we could win this battle, and well did Douglas and I know it. I was prepared to die, but Captain Douglas Francis O'Riely had other things in mind. The English ship, a second rate of the line, was ready and moving in for her final attack against us. Without warning, Douglas called out to Mr. Snellgrave to get me off the ship. The first mate tossed me over his sholder and into a nearby jolliboat. It was lowered to the sea and cut loose even before I could take out a breath to eén protest. I tried in vain to grab the tail of the rope that dangled down only to have the wake between the two ships sent me too far adrif too quickly. I was shouting and screaming amid the shots and canon fire lobbing between the two, but to no avai. Thankfully I was ignored by the men of the opposing ship of the Royal Navy and by those who had been members of my own crew. Blades crashed and clanked together, the cries of the dying and of gunfire was heard even as I drifted out further into the blue of the sea.

I must have been no more than fifty feet out, when I spotted Douglas on the top deck locked in a heated exchange with an officer of the King's Navy. I shouted out to him, but he did not hear over the din. In the next few moments, I watched in horror as the other officer's sword swept up in an arc and came down across Douglas' midsection. He pitched forward, his eyes must have grown wide in surrise at his assailant's blow met it's mark. Those blue eyes that I had looked into countless times were now to be closed forever. In the shock of it all I must have fainted, for when I next woke up, it was within the blue tiled walls of the Mahal of Ghuratkote, home of my friend, [livejournal.com profile] lakshmi_bai.

Blue eyes forever closed
Blue of the sky, upon a azure blue sea.
Those blue tiles will forever remind me
of that day and of thee..


Now, every day I look at the fountains and the courtyard and see the same colour blue. The desert sky is also that same shade in the evenings. Nothing it seems can erase that memory, no matter how hard I've wanted to forget.

Damn you for making me remember it so vividly now.

Muse:Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 630
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A Wytch, if she is one worth her salt, is in essence always alone, whether she be surrounded by people or not. We stand on the precipice, one foot in the world of form and the other outside of it. Not so very long ago, however, I had set my sights on finding my old paramour, Douglas. In the course of events, I was able to connnect with his niece, Morgan Adams, who was a great Captain in her own right. It was upon her kindness that I found myself thrust. It was at this time, over dinner in her cabin that I was asked to recount this very question.

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Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 935
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
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I'faith, there has been much in my life to be proud of that I have done. When I was a very young priestess on the Fortunate Isle, I brought down the High Lady after her many years of rule. Some say she ruled by terror and manipulation for a hundred years. It was a determined young girl with a gift for deciet that brought about her undoing. That girl was myself. Instead of basking in that pride, I walked away from it, and rather than take up the mantle and rule there as Morgienne had, I left.

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Muse: Fanny Fae
Fandom: Original Fiction / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 419

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