fannyfae: (Madame de Rochefort)
There is no time than when a woman is with child that her dreams are the most profound - and perhaps frightening as well. Since the death of my husband, I had left Versailles, but only after having to beg my leave from the Court from King Louis himself. The King said that he was very sorry to see me go, but that he completely understood my reasons for doing so. He promised to send a mutual friend to check upon my progress. That night I left Paris and travelled to my husband's ancestral home.

I dreamt last night that it was Louis de Rouvroy, Monsieur le Duc de Saint-Simon that the King sent to the Château de Rochefort. He was certainly one of the most well spoken and elegant of King Louis gentlemen at Court. He had a frank honesty about him that shocked many, and that Louis tolerated even when the Duc criticised him roundly for his excesses and those of the Court. When everyone there was quick to say, "Les femmes ne sont pas gens," - 'Women are not people,' De Saint-Simon was the first to speak out against the idea. Read more... )



Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology / History
Word Count: 3175

The Comte de Rochefort ([livejournal.com profile] all_forme), Azazeal ([livejournal.com profile] 1st_of_the200 ) & Monsieur le Duc de Saint-Simon ([livejournal.com profile] de_saintsimon) all appear here in this little romp with permission from their respective scribes. This scribe thanks each of them profusely for their generosity and kind indulgence. :)
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t had snowed for the first time just two nights before Christmas. Everything around the chateau was blanketed in white, the trees hung with ice and snow. A shroud of mist made everything glow with an ethereal blue-white light.

The forest was a kingdom of ice, my horse and I trod carefully among the ancient oaks and evergreens, weaving along where I thought the trail might be, the snow coming easily to the fetlocks of my mount. It was not a deep snow, but judging by the sky and the scent of moisture in the air it was clear that more snow was on the way.

On the Fortunate Island, we never have snow. But in England as well as Scotland and France, snow comes every year. Somehow it seems that everyone hopes for the innocent blanket of white to symbolize the anniversary of the coming of the Christ.All the while everyone around me both at Court and in the countryside was preparing for the Christmastide festivities, my heart was as cold as the snow. )


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn © Ma'at Publishing, 1995- 2009
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore & Mythology/ Three Musketeers
Word Count: 2865
crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] faerietalemuse

OOC Note: Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] all_forme and his amazing wtiter for the dialogue and input. :)
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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!'
Read more... )


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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t was a matter of a few weeks after Sebastien's death that I found his personal journal. I had not been looking for it, nor had I intended to pry into those thoughts that were most certainly his and his alone. The dark brown leathern covers looked well worn, used and kept amongst my husband's private things. I thought, in our years together that were now all but too short a span of time, I had seen him writing in it, as he had seen me writing in my own, but far more immense book. This one now beckoned. It was an invitation, and I could almost see him standing there in front of the fire, holding his precious tome out to me and saying, "I want you to know, Faelyn. I want you to know all of me. See this beast of a man that you have married and locked your soul to for all that he is." Wordlessly, but not without gratitude I accepted that invitation. Read more... )


Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 1301 (or thereabouts)

OOC Note & References Blithering )
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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