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The one thing I can say about Johnny Behan is that he is persistent. He persistently shows up at my doorstep, trying to be every bit the dandy and impress me with flowers and bits of ribbon or niceties that any man could buy for any ten women who’ve caught their eye. Johnny Behan also quite persistently succeeds in raising my ire, just as surely as one would make a cat sore at rubbing her fur backward. Still, with the offer of dinner and the possibility of meeting some of the town officials that could possibly help me with my cattle problem at the Hacienda Las Glorias, I found myself relenting to his relentless, if not overzealous, entreatments.

I took my time getting ready, but not so that he would notice. Surely, though it was dinner out, I made certain to dress modestly. I made it absolutely certain that I would be staying at hotel - alone and would pay for it myself. There would be no talk, I was not about to have that. It would not do to have the Tombstone gossips getting the idea that I was doing anything other than taking the evening with Johnny Behan and going straight back out to the Hacienda, even if I had to arrange passage myself. To say I did not have an idea who to trust at this point is quite the understatement.
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Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Folklore / Mythology History (Tombstone)
Word Count: 400-ish
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"Joie - lynn," I heard a man's voice, cooing, coming from the nursery. It was not Sebastien's voice, but it was no less familiar to my ears. "What a little miracle you are," the voice continued.

I turned the corner to see my infant daughter in the arms of the Fallen One. Azazeal. If he had noticed my entrance, he did not give any indication that he had. Instead, he continued to coo at and nuzzle my infant daughter, "Did you know that your Papa, he was once dead," he said as if he were telling her a grand Faerie tale, "but your Maman, well, she asked her friend for help so that she could bring back your Papa," he nuzzled her closer now, "You are just like her, Jocelyn - just like your Maman, in that you know exactly what you want. " he traced a line across her cheek and into the profusion of her dark hair with the back of his forefinger and bent to kiss her.

'No!'
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Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count: 1040

(Special thanks to both the Writer and Muse of [livejournal.com profile] 1st_of_the200 for the ongoing RP and collaboration on this long-term plotline! )

crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] writers_muses
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The air within my private chamber hung cloying and heavy with the incense. The unmistakable scents of frankincense and myrrh mixed with the heady sweetness of opium. It had served its purpose of helping me to bridge the distance between the realm of the Seen to that of the Unseen. The shallowness of my pulse, and from what I could see, that of the querent across from me kept us both from sweating in the nearly airless chamber. The man had been most insistant to avail himself of the art that many within France alleged as mine. And surely even though the answers I would provide to him was worth the price that my servant had extracted from him, I would have provided the answers he sought without charging any more than the herbs that I requested that now burned on a nearby brazier.

I smiled as I turned over the colourful, well-worn cards in the spread that I had designed myself in an order and pattern that no one other than me knew the meaning of. The Knight of Swords, crossed by the High Priestess, crowned by the Magician, surrounded on all sides by swords - the ten, the nine, the seven.... Blades within the small, self-contained universes, mapped out his current position as being one of dangerous terrain.

My pulse thundered in my ears and my own voice sounded far away even to myself. "He approaches, you, my friend." I looked up at Marius before I turned over the next card that lay beneath my fingertips. The Roman's face was expressionless, his eyes dilated from the potent clouds of incense smoke. He only gave me a slight nod.

Flipping over the next card, the Thunderstruck Tower, I continued. "You will not be able to go back the way you came," I said as if studying a battle plan, "But -" I turned over three more cards, fingering the edges of of each one to see the Four of Rods, the Six of Swords and the Sun, "If you leave before sunrise tomorrow, you can elude him." I let myself relax at last. According to what I had seen within the cards, my friend would escape, but there was one thing more that I had not revealed. His hand that tightened upon my wrist indicated that he had seen it, too.

"There is more," he said flatly.

"Oui," I nodded, inwardly wishing that I could have omitted what I now had to reveal from his reading. But this was, afterall, why I had been paid. "You and I will not see one another for quite some time," I said softly, attempting to pull my wrist free. He held fast, his fingers rolling the sensitive bones beneath my skin painfully. "He will come after you, and whether we like it or not, the War will come," I said.


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 478
crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] writers_muses

OOC: Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] a_roman_w_power and his amazing creatrix for allowing my muse to kidnap him; if only for a few moments! ;)
fannyfae: (Faelyn - High Lady of the Fortunate Isle)
There is a great deal to be said about those who serve. In some languages, Egyptian and especially ancient Sidhe in particular, to be a ruler or a teacher, means that you are a servant, if not a slave. It is the same word in any of those instances. What people do not realize is how much Power service truly has. There are those who wield Power and those whom are attracted to it. There are those who study it and there are those who seek to master it.

He was before her now, bound, blindfolded, naked and kneeling.  )

OOC Commentary & Resources )


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 1619
crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] writers_muses
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Mun prompt: Do you find yourself playing your muse in a single timeline or do you run multiple histories? If that's the case, how does your muse change from one to another? What about those of you who play your muse at varying ages? What does your muse gain or lose with age? Feel free to share their life experiences with us.

Since Fanny is half-Fae and essentially an immortal character, I have had the luxury of playing her in several different time frames. Since she was borni n 1444, we were able from that period onward, if I or rather she so chose, to explore those areas. One of the first storylnes in Fanny's timeline was one that she and I worked out with the muse [livejournal.com profile] civ_barbarian and his mun set in the time of Richard and the two princes in the Tower. Now, we have not finished exploring that story, and I personally intend to do more with it if everyone involved also agrees. But certainly it started setting up her canon and the canon for when she and Hsu Danmei actually met and became the firiends that they are. I have just begun exploring a little bit more her childhood and her time on the Fortunate Island as a young woman leading up to her usurpation of the Throne. Read more... )


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: This section has been ommitted for this post, as it is irrelevant. ;-)

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