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I am back home! It was a fabulous Retreat! We had an absolute blast. 🙂
The only downside is that I was so busy that I had little time to write. But I am about to remedy that right now. Dua Netjer to Ra and Knum, our Gods of the Year. It’s going to be a great year of Light and Creativity! Blessed Wep Ronpet for all of our Kemetic and non Kemetic friends alike!
Wep Ronpet = Happy Egyptian New Year. 🙂
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From her_own_sword
1. You’re being extremely quiet, what does it mean? It means that I am thinking, probably. If I become very cold, quiet and methodical and quiet, that is when I am most dangerous.
2. If someone hit you, what would you do? I usually will meet someone blow for blow. Few have dared to raise their hands to me. And when Sebastien does, it is usually when we are exchanging blows…intimately speaking
3. Do you still have feelings for your ex? Ex….what? Ex lover? Ex Fiance? Yes. I do. Unfortunately, they are rather complex and I am still trying to work out what all that means. What I know that it does not mean is that he will ever be a wedge between Sebastien and myself.
4. Have you ever had a booty call? Only on Tortuga…
5. If so would you again? If I ever take up piracy again.
More under cut
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Sadrang (Persian Poetry) by Amir Khosrow Dehalvi (13th Century)
“Sadrang”
by Niyaz
That my eyes never stray from your face
For this distance would make my heart weary
What use are eyes when you are veiled from my sight
What use are eyes in the darkness void of light
My heart bled a hundred colours of pain
A pallate filling your absence in each image before my eyes
My sight is the sole comfort as another dawn draws near
Burning the distance between us.
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240 – Discuss an individual who has scared you.
I committed murder to wrest from the hands of my foster mother the throne of the Fortunate Island. I consort with warlords, executioners, inquisitors, and daemons. You ask me who is it that has scared me? Or do I then frighten myself? Is there some deep dark side within me that I hide in shame from not only the world at large, but from my own eyes as the gaze in the mirror because I cannot bear to look that darkness inside me straight in the eyes?
Oh, yes. There have been those in my life who have caused me at least some trepidation. And they did this not because I was afraid of them, but of the manoeuvring that I would have to do in order to overcome either their actions in order to maintain the control that I have. And iintend to keep that control.
What have I to fear? Whom should strike fear into my heart?
No one.
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 160
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TM #239 – Hair
I have had long hair all of my life. Sometimes it has been more long than at other times. I remember when I was a mere twenty years old, my hair was long enough to reach to my feet. Even when my tresses were braided into a single plait down my back, it was a rope that reached well past my ankles. Such a thing, though a mark of beauty and femininity, is incredibly heavy and not very easy to take care of. It would take sitting by the fire for hours, brushing, combing, untangling, and waiting for it to dry. Anyone who ever recommended 100 strokes a night every night for a woman to brush her hair with never had to contend with it being longer than to their waist! Your arms end up being quite tired! It was about the beginning of the 17th Century when I cut my hair a little shorter,at least to my hips so that it became more manageable.
If you were to ask me, however, what kind of hair I would like to see on a man, I would have to answer, long and dark. I think it goes back to that first night, on the Fortunate Island, when all that I had in the world was my maidenhood. I clutched it to me like the fur robe which covered me on that large stone altar amid the standing stones. My hair was loose and hung about me, scented with the sharp pungency of rosemary and heather. He was tall, muscular and beautiful. If there was anyone who could represent the Stag King, it would have been the young man standing in the flickering shadows of the Bale Fires that night. His hair was as dark as the black basalt that I was lying upon and in our night together, our hair tangled around us so that we could no longer discern where the strands of one ended and the other’s began. Perhaps it was his beauty that made me stay my hand and not take his life when I should have.
And nearly every man that I have ever loved and held dearest to my heart resembled him in some way.My dearest friend, my husband, my paramours – all of them held the same wildness the unslain opfer* did that night. Whether I relive it again and again, I am uncertain. I do not know that it really matters.I just know what I prefer.
Muse: Fanny Fae / Faelyn
Fandom: Original Character / Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 413
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Opfer – A human sacrifice used with in some Pagan traditions. Usually one who is willing.
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Fanny Fae 