A Little Magic for the Soul

With my pestle and mortar I grind the last of the sumbul , dried peach, and violets. Adding a little of my special blend of enchanted rose oil, the mixture is almost ready for the young Were.  She had been waiting anxiously as I made a mixture to hold off her changing for the next full moon. <Such a shame there is still so much prejudice towards the two-natured.  Poor young girl too afraid to tell her beau of her true nature > Pouring the mixture into the vile; I say a blessing to Artio, the goddess that watches over the two-natured.
  
As the young Were left the shoppe relieved to have her problems under control, I think about the haunting dreams that Aisa and I have been sharing.  Still no idea who this figure is, I can’t help but feel that he is angry at our presence here.  He never says a word but just stares from the shadows. <Is he trying to scare us away? Does he mean us harm and the wards are keeping him from doing just that?>    I go back into my spell room and pull the dusty box off the bookshelf.  Old letters,notes and trinkets that were left from the previous Fae owner is all I have to find out what this apparition may be.  Still not knowing where to begin < Is it a ghost? a fae? some sort of demon? *sighs* Everything tells me that there is nothing here.   There is no scent, he leaves no trace that anything was in my room, but he is too real to be just a figment of my imagination> Feeling a chill run down my spine, I put the box aside. Looking around the room I can’t help feel that I am being watched.  <I think Aisa and I are going to have to ask for help with this.>

Another day at True Enchantments

 

 

Writing out our tithe to the vampire queen of Louisiana, I sigh at yet another raise in Supe-owned business rates.  “What does she think will be accomplished by this?” I wondered.  “All the Supes going out of business?”

   Looking out over the shoppe, Aisa and I are quite lucky that we have a good business going here.  Using only the most minute of Fae magic in the regular potions, charms, candles, and other magick stock for the general population ensures that we don’t sell the rip off merchandise like some of the voodoo shops around here.  Oh there are true Voodoo shops around, but like us reserve their truly magical stock for a select few.  Can’t have the average human being able to put a hex on someone….with the violence in the human world, there would be no one left! Not to say that Supes are much better, but they are more …..economical with their use of magic.

Making the best of the Situation

 

 

 

With the Faery portals all closed, Aisa & I find ourselves in New Orleans.

   We take up residence at an old property of mine in the French Quarter and convert it to “True Enchantments”, a magick shoppe. For supes and select humans there are many magickal services available.

The history of the building is still wrapped up in some mystery.  I remember buying it from a very powerful Fae in the early 1900’s.  Back then it was a Supernatural Brothel that supes from all dimensions would visit. 

The enchantments surrounding the shoppe are strong thus protecting Aisa and me.  Though the magick goes much deeper, there are a few …unusual happenings in the shoppe….

A very strange feeling from one of the voodoo dolls from our stock…a strange man haunts our dreams …..When you open a door to one of the many rooms, you find that the room has changed completely taking you to a different time and place.

      

But we are not alone, we are lucky that our dear friend Darius was able to find us.  He is a Fae trapped in the body of an owl.  We know that he is there to protect us, but he will not tell us any more. 

Witches Brew

Open your eyes now

From the Inside

---

Everyone feels so far away from me Heavy thoughts sift through dust

Revelations and Sword play

Just wanting to congratulate Ari for her new position as Liaison with the AVL and show my new sword to her & Godric, I should have known nothing would be that simple.

---

Why can’t Godric tell me what he’s been hiding? Instead I feel his lies and my emotions keep running high.  For some unknown reason my magic is running out of control. Finding myself drawing swords with him. Ari in her anger throws us to opposite sides of the room, but that only fuels our anger. Striking Godric across the chest, we break out in full on sword fight. Exchanging parries and blows, our swords clash and spark as we fight our way round the living room at a furious pace, neither getting the advantage.  Breaking through the glass patio doors, we take the fight near the lake where Ari was trying to calm herself. Finally Godric goes for the death blow only stopping an inch from my neck. Walking away he admits his love for my brother and sister. Love?! Yielding, I ask what he meant.  He admitted that he was their lover and he helped them to leave our Queendom to go to the Forest Fae for sanctuary.  My brother later deciding to go to the mortal realm to live a life as a painter and my sister marrying into the Royal House and having a child; this is just too much.

---

Ari is overloaded by our bonds and vspeed to her room. Wanting to apologise, we talk and I use my remaining magic to put their house to rights. Collapsing, Ari returns me to Faery where I can regain my strength.

---

Later, going out to my favourite meadow, I relax by going through my sword exercises. Flowing gracefully into each position the sword feeling like an extension of my body,  I start to reminisce of my brother playing with our wooden swords.

Elves,Dancing and Death

Why the fuck does Bán  have to come with us? I thought. Still full of the Old Court ways, he wants to bring weapons to a wedding celebration. Wanting Amber to experience the beauty and joys of other Realms, this would have been a way to heal her heart.  Does anything go to plan around us? Not in any Realm is the answer.

---

After convincing our “bodyguard” that weapons weren’t necessary, we went to the Elven Realm with gifts and wine in hand for the newly married Rethar and Gwaedhiel.  Dodging our first bullet when a handsome Elf came to ask Amber to dance.  Asserting his territory and about to rip the guys throat out, I grabbed the Elf to go dance.  The beautiful surroundings of lanterns decorated trees, flower streamers draped through the branches of surrounding trees, the incredible music filling the air; how could this night go wrong? Insert diabolical laugh here!!

---

While dancing I heard someone mutter “Fairy cunt” . Assuming it was just one elf, I continued to ignore it.  Only when I overheard the word “Murderer” I started to worry. The man was not alone and they were bee lining for  Bán & Amber. Leaving my dancing partner behind I headed to grab the couple and go. Suddenly a push to my back sends me flying forward. Being pulled up quickly and realising that a quick exit is called for, we head towards the portal only to be followed by the group. Making sure of Amber’s safety I push her through the vortex.  Seeing Bán surrounded by the Elves squared off with a Fader who was changing his size before our eyes. There seemed to be something going on that I was not aware of.  This was confirmed when Bán called him by name,  Aemona. Wondering how they knew each other, I regretfully learned how when Bán delivered a the Elf to his death…In a whisper to him as he cut his throat, “ Your Queen will scream under my cock as I fuck her to death like you did ours”

---

Learning of how her mother had died, Aev did not take the news very well. Understatement comes to mind as the blue flames covered her body and spread to the nearby bushes and trees. Thrown over the shoulders of Bán, taken through the portal and thrown into the pool ; Aev is left to deal with yet a new revelation of her family.

The Party that went South

The night was to be a delightful distraction to the previous night’s events~  A way to liven the empty house. 

My friend the newling vampire Viktoria and Roman the

elf came to visit.

Staying by the pool

we decided to have  a few drinks.

Until a feeling of fear ripped through Aev . It was here …again and it wasn’t alone

A Cu Sith, a black hound, and it’s master a Fae warrior set on trying to breach the magic surrounding the house.

---

Through the blood bond shared with @SherrifArea_9  and @Ari_RP, they felt my fear and came as soon as they could.

Unfortunately, the Sheriff was unable to go through the portal as he is forbidden by a fae king.

Ari came quickly with sword in hand. Vik & Ari fought the hound with little success as he kept turning into a shadow and then reforming to the killer hound.  Using her fae dagger, Aev managed to strike the warrior somehow hurting the hound as well.

Taking the hound to the hellish portal by the willow tree, he was thrown in to hopefully never be heard from again.

In anger, Aev asked Vik to drain the fae warrior.

Amber moves to Faery

Needing some time away, Amber asked to move to Faery. Delighted to have the lovely human live in our home, she was welcomed immediately.

Given the gift of a fairyblood amulet. This will allow her to pass through the portals with out my help.  It will also stave off the effects of Faery on her mortal body.

A New Beginning, a Heart and a Mystery

Dear Fucking Diary:                                                                          Working for the Sheriff has been better since we first made the arrangement of my service for his protection. I’ve grown to admire him. Yes, he has no people skills nor a sense of humour, but he does have a heart. It may not beat but it still hurts nonetheless.  I witnessed his anguish from the death of a young vampire that was sacrificed by the Fellowship. I hope to never to feel that again through our bond. 

Ari seems to have settled in nicely here. It feels more of of home with her here.  I hope we will be able to discover the mystery of her parents.  I know this weighs heavily on her mind.  I see it in her looks when she thinks I’m not watching.  She’s returned to work since undergoing her change into a vampire.  Luckily all seems to be well.  However I sense that she is hiding things from me.  Maybe she doesn’t want to worry me, but I will wait and let her come to me when she is ready. I have been getting this strange feeling that I’m being watched ever since the day I returned from the Demon dimension.  Brushing it off as my imagination at first, I know it is real now.  It’s extremely frustrating not to know what or who it is. At least Godric believes me and has hired a vampire named Frankin to investigate it.  Godric believes it to be a vampire hunting me for my blood.  Ok believable. My kind has been hunted for our blood for centuries, but I don’t sense a vampire…in fact, I don’t sense what kind of creature it is.  I fear it could be a hunter sent by my family to return me to the clan in order for me to fulfil my “obligation” to go through with the marriage to THAT monster. When Hell freezes over! I still don’t believe that Labraid will keep true to his word that the alliance will end the war with my clan.  If he gained my power, he would be even more dangerous.  Maybe I can find a witch to help me find out what this is.  Most witches are very dangerous, but maybe it might be worth it to find out.  I do fear for all those around me.

Undisclosed Desires

Your Innocence is Mine

Time is Running Out

I just love Muse

A Lover’s Whisper

Standing there, you suddenly feel him behind you. You are startled only briefly before he leans his mouth next to your ear. He whispers his desires. The hot breath sends shivers down your body, making every nerve alight with need. You close your eyes only to see the visions of his desires play in front of you. Your heart is pounding in your chest. A simple almost innocent touch and you surrender.

Always this Talk of Love

 

 

My head is ringing from all this talk of love. Those that say they have found it and are happy, I am pleased.  The actual search and longing for I do not understand.  An obsession to win a lottery that so few could ever win.  Why not enjoy the pleasures at hand and make the most of the little things that bring you joy?  This is the quest I could happily follow.

The Sun’s Touch

Feeling the sunlight’s warm touch on my body , I drift off in a dream-filled slumber. A smile creeps upon my mouth as bodies engage in an passionate embrace of moans and ecstasy. Finding myself unable to stay still while the pictures float behind my lids, I mimic what I am witnessing ~ A touch for a touch until the visions bursts into a light matched only by the sun.

Just Wanna Make The World Dance

Why is everybody so serious?

This Fairy Admires Her Work

Feel It (In the Air Tonight)

Definitely Feel It

Nobody’s Perfect

Nobody’s Perfect

The Moon’s Power

  Broken, I was healed by my 2000 year old guardian. His blood and a magic moon has enhanced my powers.  To what extent is still unknown.

To release some of that excess energy, I found a frenzy in progress.

  There were plenty of frenzies going on to appeal to the voyeur in me not to mention a voice in my ear that loved to drive me mad.  Luckily my delicious fae was there to …help me.