Part Water Fae, All Heart

To Save the One You Love

Wed, 20 Apr 2011 13:38:20 -0400

Her eyes flickered open, scanning the large bedroom thoroughly and relieved to find herself alone. Sitting up, a tiny sharp pain in her belly causes her to flinch. Her hand moving to gently caress the tender spot as her mind races. Still in shock from Lyric’s words and the revelation of her current state, her feelings about the life within her was still… muddled. Twisted between awe, happiness, fear, distress… dozens of feelings tied together and leaving her an emotional mess.

Taking a deep breath, she dresses quickly and quietly, forcing her mind to focus on the task at hand. She knew the twins would accompany her, had she asked. But she couldn’t… They were the last of their kind and she hated the risks they took just by traveling to Faery to watch over her. Shaking her head, her mind-set to go about this alone. Touching the sill and glancing out across the calm ocean in the distance, she makes a silent vow to find him and save him. For herself… for their child.

Moving quietly through the large estate, she pauses as she hears the twins discussing what to do next. A rush of guilt flooding her as she wonders if Niall will be kind and not punish them if something happens to her. Tiptoeing past the cracked doorway, she slips quietly down to the ground floor and outside. Focusing on the spot the spell indicated he was, she fades from view and appears slightly down the beach from the run downed looking shack.

The wind whipping through her hair as she moves quickly into the shadows of the trees. A lit window not allowing her much of a view to the inside.

I have to get closer.

Gritting her teeth, she moves closer to slip under the frame, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath before sneaking a glance. Her breath catching her throat as she chokes back a gasp. Her eyes filled with horror as she takes in the sight of him. The pit in her stomach growing as tears fill her eyes. Quickly glancing around the shack, she sees only a small brunette Fae playing with an iron-lined knife.

A slight movement out of the corner of her eye, catches her attention. Turning her gaze towards the movement, her hand absently moves towards the glass pane as she whimpers, “Kieran.” The agony on his face at even the slightest of movements, leaving her heart aching to touch him. To move to him… help him… “Kieran.”

Distracted by her flood of emotions as she stares wordlessly at him, she never notices the brunette go on the alert. Appearing behind the distraught blonde, Neave’s lips curl into a snarl.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Her cold, snakelike voice hisses through gritted teeth as she grabs a fist of Kayley’s hair, slamming her head against the pane and shattering the glass of the window. Overcome with pain, Kayley barely registers the voice. Blood trickling down her face, her hands move to grasp at the wrists of her assailant as she’s dragged from the shack.

Leaning over her, Neave’s snarled, cruel face glares ice-cold daggers into Kayley’s eyes.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Who the fuck are you?”

Digging her nails into Neave’s flesh, she kicks her foot upwards, making contact with her head. Stunned by the sudden kick, Neave releases her hold on Kayley and stumbles backwards, allowing her to scramble to her feet.

“You BITCH!”

Neave hisses as she charges Kayley, knocking her to her back and smacking her across her face. The gleam of the moon on the knife, catching Kayley’s eyes as Neave raises it and plunges it into her abdomen. A cry of pain escapes her lips as the metal tears into her flesh, her mind nearly going blank. Pushing against Neave, Kayley fights to get her off of her.

Twisting the knife slowly, Neave leans down to hiss in her ear, “Play nice and I’ll make this quick. Otherwise… SHIT!” Sitting up quickly, her hand leaving the handle of the blade and going to her now bleeding ear.

Spitting out the torn flesh, Kayley’s hand grips the knife and quickly removes it from her abdomen. Plunging it deep into Neave’s side while she’s distracted, her own green orbs blazing with fury as she fights to push her off once and for all. Neave’s mouth open in a surprise as she stumbles on the sand. Rising to her feet, her hand holding the bleeding wound, Kayley hisses, “I have no intention of playing nice…Bitch.” kicking Neave squarely in the face.

Seeing her eyes roll back into her skull, Kayley stumbles towards the shack, unsure just how long Neave will be out. Crossing the threshold, she’s overcome with the scent of blood and waste. Groaning from the sharp pain in her belly, she quickly makes her way to Kieran. Scouring the tiny room, she scowls as she is unable to see the keys to the chains.

Her fingertips grazing lightly over his arm, she closes her eyes and summons everything within her to try to poof him out of their. Her mind focused on another of their spots, a place safe from the pain… a place where only they exist.

Feeling the cool water beneath her feet, she quickly moves to try to catch Kieran before he falls. Easing him as gently as she can onto the cave’s floor, she allows his feet to remain in the water, knowing it will help strengthen him. Touching his cheek softly, tears fill her eyes as his blue eyes open momentarily.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” The tears rolling down her cheeks as his eyes close once more.

Taking in his wounds as she sobs, she knows she has to get him help quickly. Closing her eyes once more, she focuses all her energy on what little healing she is able to do, in hopes to ease some of his pain. Her breathing heavy as she feels the drain of her magic, her feet stretching to touch the water’s surface and absorb enough power to get to Niall.

“I’ll be back… I promise I’ll be back.” Her fingers brushing against his cheek once more as she whispers, “You’re safe, my love.”

Her heart breaking as she disappears from his side and appears in Niall’s estate. The blood from her wound pooling on the tile floor as the staff scurries at her sudden appearance. Making his way to the sudden commotion, Niall’s eyes widen as he see Kayley, weak and bleeding in the foyer.

Kneeling next to her body, his voice full of concern and worry, “Kayley! What happened?” Taking her into his arms and brushing away the hair from her face.

Noticing as the coolness begins to creep over her body, she struggles to focus on his deep blue eyes. Her voice low and distant, “You have to go to him. Save him.”

Nodding, his grim expression giving away his thoughts, “As soon as we find him..”

“No!” Summoning the last of her magic, she poofs him to the underwater cave… to Kieran. The drain on her magic, pulling her into the cold darkness.

A Way of Knowing...

Wed, 20 Apr 2011 13:37:05 -0400

The sky began to fill with majestic shades of purples and pinks as the sun begin to dip into the calm sea. Her face lined with worry and exhaustion as she gazed out of the bedroom window. Her mind once again on Kieran, grasping at the tiniest of hope that he had not yet crossed over to the Summerlands. Immediately she felt ashamed of herself for being selfish. The Summerlands were supposed to be a place of great beauty and honor. How could she possibly be so callous and selfish to wish he had not been privileged to enter such a magnificent place…

Closing her eyes, she knew she never would want to deprive him of such an honor, but her heart ached for him. Her stomach had been in knots since they discovered he was missing. Unable to eat, she’d practically become a shell of her former self. Waiting, hoping and even to the point of praying for his safety and his return. What had once been spent wrapped in his warm embrace, her nights were now filled with countless hours of tossing and turning in his large unfamiliar bed.

The twins had been surprised to see the effects of her many days of worrying and waiting. The dark circles under her eyes indicating her lack of rest, on her thinning face.

“Kayley?” Lyric’s voice sounds softly as she uneasily makes her way to her, feeling the waves of emotional distress and turmoil from Kayley. Her hand reaching out and pausing just shy of touching her shoulder, noticing something different within her. Not wanting to become overwhelmed with her emotions as they talked, Lyric’s feet moved back slightly, studying her carefully as she tries to pinpoint exactly what is different.

Leaning against the doorway, Zion watched quietly. Kayley’s appearance explaining Niall’s concern and desperate need to ask for such a mundane task. Frowning, he couldn’t help but wonder if this were all for not.

Kieran’s reputation preceded him. Even the twins knew of his “love ‘em & leave ‘em” policy. Zion wondered if this was another one of Kieran’s notches on his bed stand.

Kayley shook her head quietly as the tears once again filled her eyes. Her hand resting against the cool glass of the window as she looked up at the twins.

“I have to find him. I have to know he’s okay…”

Lyric’s expression softens further, her voice low as she speaks, “Prince Niall…”

Kayley’s eyes flash with anger as her voice sternly echoes in the room, “Prince Niall is too busy with his head up Branna’s ass to bother with looking for Kieran!”

Stunned by her outburst, Lyric moved further away from her and Zion crossed the room in a few long strides to place his hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to speak of the Prince in that manner, Kayley.” His deep voice filling the void within the room.

Her green eyes cut to him, rage causing them to blaze like emeralds in the glare of the fire from the hearth. “Then why is it Niall has yet to find him? Why is it Kieran isn’t here now? Holding up her hand to keep them from interrupting, she turned her attention back to the window. “I don’t even think there is a way to find him. Nothing short of Breandan dropping him in our laps, that is…”

“But Zion can.. OW!” Lyric’s voice going high pitch as Zion squeezes her arm in an attempt to stop her.

Turning her gaze back to them, “Zion can…” arching a single brow as her eyes dart from Lyric to Zion as she continues “Do what?”

The muscles lining his jaw become more defined as he frowns down at Lyric. Sighing as he sees her pleading chocolate eyes looking back at him.

“I can find Kieran.”

Her eyes widen with hope at his words. “Then do it. Find him. Do it now.”

Sighing once again, his expression softens as he speaks, “It isn’t that simple, Kayley.” Frowning once more, his gaze falls to his sister, wishing she would learn to control her impulsive blabbering.

“I need blood. Preferably from a closely related family member…” His voice trailing off, the knowledge of Kieran’s lack of family also common knowledge amongst the Fae.

Kayley’s hopeful expression falls as his words register with her, the pit of defeat forming once more in her stomach as she fumbles to grasp ahold of the window sill.

“But what about the baby?” Lyric’s voice ringing out suddenly as she turns to look up at her brother.

Looking puzzled as her hand makes contact with the sill, “What baby?”

Lyric’s head tilts slightly as she studies Kayley’s reaction, “Your baby.” Her voice dropping slightly as she continues, “I mean… it is Kieran’s baby… right?” Shifting uncomfortably at the possibility of having brought up a touchy subject.

Stunned by her words, her hand grasps the sill tightly. “I don’t have a baby, Lyric…” Her face paling as her mind flashes to the memory of the child she had once loved and lost, thinking surely, Lyric wouldn’t be referring to him.

Taking a few steps forward, Lyric’s eyes wordlessly study her. Her hand touching lightly over the fabric covering Kayley’s abdomen. A glow almost immediately radiating from under the fabric as a smile spreads across her lips. Her voice soft, “This baby.”

Eyes widening at the glow from her own body, suddenly at a loss for words. Her mind racing and then slowing as the reality of Lyric’s words hit her like a ton of bricks. Her own hand moving to rest on her abdomen as she continues to stare. The soft glow dimming as Lyric’s hand moves away.

Clearing his throat and looking uncomfortable, “If the child is his, their blood would be perfect for locating him…”

Eyes still focused on the spot where the glow had just been, a tear trickles down her cheek. Looking up at him, she nods softly. Her voice determined, “Do it. Do whatever you have to do…”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Not being enough. Not good enough,...

Sat, 26 Mar 2011 15:33:14 -0400

“That’s what I’m afraid of. Not being enough. Not good enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough.”

Happy Birthday @NiaFae

Wed, 09 Mar 2011 15:16:00 -0500

To the best sister ever, @NiaFae. Everyone else should only be so lucky to have such a kind-hearted, loving, fun and amazing sister…. but get your own! *laughs*

I hope you have a wonderful birthday, sissy! *hugs tightly*

finishes getting ready. Wondering if @PrinceKieran is still escorting her

Fri, 11 Feb 2011 17:57:07 -0500

*finishes getting ready. Wondering if @PrinceKieran is still escorting her*

btbugle-abby: New Member Spotlight: Hadley Hale! Full Name:...

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 11:03:53 -0500

btbugle-abby:

New Member Spotlight: Hadley Hale!

Full Name: Hadley L. Hale
Birthday: June 27, 1987
Occupation: Is having sex and occupation?
Formspring: http://formspringme/HadleyLHale
Species: Human
Relationship Status: Single
Biggest Fear: Being Alone
Biggest Flaw: Stupidity
Best Attribute: Loyal to the End
Best Friend: Enzo Milano
Biggest Enemy: All Vampires
Most Embarrassing Moment: All my moments are embarrassing
Favorite Food: Italian
What brought you to True Blood and Twitter Role Play and how long have you been an RPer?
Read the books and love the show, wanted to put some of my own creativity out there, been around close to a year I guess
When you first started did you set out to play Hadley?
No, but becoming a static account forced me outward
What’s been your best experience on Twitter?
Finding a few close friends, and creating some wild and crazy shit with them
How is your Hadley different from the others on the stream?
She’s human, not very bright, scared of the Queen, knows very little about Vampires
Who is your favorite character on the show/book?
Show Eric, Book Sookie
Rephrase that one…book Sookie WITH Eric
What’s been your favorite episode to date? Favorite Book?
Episode…Had’s scene with Eric…he can suck on me any day
Book…9, Haven’t made it to 10 yet, started re-reading them before it came out
Who is your favorite character on Twitter and why?
Eric’s Ass…hilarious
Who is your Twitter crush?
ELeifNorthman…shh…dont tell him
Any hints on where you see Hadley going in the future? Whatever you would like to spill? Anything big happening soon? Any juicy details we can have?
The future? Hmmm…its kind of murky, would like to spill something? yes, but not sure what, Big? It’s going to be HUGE. Juicy? That would include a scene with the Queen *blushes*
Anything else you want us to know about Hadley or the human behind Hadley?
Though Hadley seems tough on the outside she is tender inside, and her human…is crazy, lively, and very sexual, almost everything has an undertone *winks*

finishes getting ready for her date with @PrinceKieran. Intrigued to find out what he has planned

Fri, 28 Jan 2011 20:08:49 -0500

*finishes getting ready for her date with @PrinceKieran. Intrigued to find out what he has planned*

sookiesc: for someone who I know would appreciate it

Fri, 28 Jan 2011 19:25:16 -0500

sookiesc:

*for someone who I know would appreciate it*

The Thing About Kieran

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 19:50:09 -0500

Slipping into the warm water, Kayley waded towards the center of the pool. The water leaving her flesh tingling as she draws power from it. The heat from the water evident in the cool air around her. Relaxing, she slowly continues to wade in the warm water for a moment or two before floating on her back. The night sky full of hundreds of twinkling stars mesmerizing her as her mind wanders to thoughts of him… to Kieran.

She remembered the time they had spent together, nearly three years prior. Things hadn’t always been so bad. They had spent hours playing in the large ocean located near his estate. The waves crashing over them, as they laugh. His arms wrapping tightly around her waist as their lips met in a warm embrace. Her stomach filled with butterflies at the memories of those early days. Sighing softly, her thoughts drifted to the first time they were intimate. His fingers brushing aside her wet hair as he wraps her naked body around his. Their bodies moving as one, under the moonlit sky, as the waves lap gently against them. They had made love several times that night, the night she knew in her heart, she was truly in love with him.

Rising from the warm water, her bare skin instantly covered in goosebumps as she poofs a thick, warm towel to wrap around her. Their conversation the night before echoing through her mind as she slips into the warmth of her house. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. Her thoughts and emotions were as tangled as they had ever been. The pain of the past was a constant reminder of how many worlds apart he and her truly were.

Yes, she had loved him once. She’d be lying if she tried to say she didn’t still feel anything for him. Even now, as she stood alone in her room, her body ached for his touch… just to feel his warmth. She’d always felt drawn to him. Yet as much as that was true, she couldn’t… wouldn’t just give herself to him. Not after everything… he had done… that she had gone threw.

Sighing, she poofed the towel to its rightful spot in the bathroom. Slipping into a sheer nightgown, she curls up in front of the fire with a blanket. Her eyes watching as the flames dance happily, reminding her of another life. A life she had struggled internally to forget… A life of hope… happiness… possibility. Gone in what now seemed like the blink of an eye…

When she had awaken at Niall’s, his grim expression had spoken volumes to her. In that moment, as her heart shattered, she felt something else rise from its ashes. Hate. Hate for the one who had who had abandoned her… leaving her weakened and defenseless without a word. And hate for the one she blamed for stealing her from her life…. Kieran.

Closing her eyes, the warmth of the fire causes her cheeks to flush as she fights back the tears. She knew as short of a time in what could possibly be a long life for her, she would never forget those months of happiness. She also knew, she could never forgive either of them.

She never understood what had motivated Niall to tell her the truth about Kieran’s bizarre and extreme behavior. Perhaps it was out of guilt, but as he explained the spell he had placed on Kieran, she noticed the pain on his face. It didn’t excuse everything Kieran had done. He had always been arrogant, privileged, and at times cruel. But the spell had removed something from him, a filter that had once prevented him from acting out some of his darkest desires.

Her knowledge of Niall’s interference only helped to further confuse the feelings stirring within Kayley. It was at her request that Niall had broken his spell over Kieran. She couldn’t bear with the thought of him always coming after her. She had hoped that it would remove his desire to possess her, control her and to some point, it had.

It was nearly six months after her trial before she saw him again. The twins were escorting her during a visit to Faery. Lyric was always good for whispering jokes as a way to distract Kayley from the hateful remarks and watchful eyes of the other Fae. She had seen him only briefly, through the wide window at the local tavern. His arm draped around a pretty red head, laughing heartily as he drinks from his mug. She hadn’t meant to stop, but she did. The twins, moved a step or two in front of her as she paused, before they turned to look back at her. It was in that moment, when his eyes locked with hers, that she felt that connection they had once had, stir once again. Blinking, she turned her head and moved towards Lyric and Zion. Ignoring the questioning looks on their face, she continued past them.

He appeared to her a few days later. She had stepped from her office in the shop to find him looking around curiously. Boxes filling the space, in preparation for the expansion she had planned. She froze where she stood. A feeling of unease creeping over her as his name escaped her lips, “Kieran?” He turned to face her and she saw for the first time, a trace of uncertainty on his face. They stood there frozen for several moments before he poofed away.

His sudden appearances had started to become a common occurrence. Each time leaving her more confused than the last. Now she sat in her room, in front of a fire, contemplating what it all meant. He had said they were fated to be together and yet had admitted to interfering in her life, time and time again. She had been surprised when he said he loved her. She hadn’t said the words in return and she knew it didn’t go unnoticed. She cared for him, she knew that much for sure. What was going on between them was merely physical. Without trust in him, she couldn’t give herself fully to him. After all he had done… how could she possibly forgive him… trust him… love him?

Rubbing at her temples, she rises from her spot in front of the fire and crawled into her large, comfortable bed. Her head swimming with an infinite number of conflicting emotions. Closing her eyes, she focused her thoughts onto that first night on the beach. A small smile curling her lips as she drifts off to sleep.

@PrinceKieran *finishing her shower, begins to get ready to go out for the evening. Careful not to...

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 19:30:05 -0500

@PrinceKieran *finishing her shower, begins to get ready to go out for the evening. Careful not to wake him*

Pretty!

Mon, 10 Jan 2011 15:11:59 -0500

Pretty!

The Turning of the Tides

Mon, 10 Jan 2011 15:07:25 -0500

As Niall began to speak of the state in which he found her, she felt a chill hit her heart. Holding up her hand, her voice growing calm with a hint of ice, “Enough. I don’t want to hear anything else.”

Startled by her words, Niall stopped mid-sentence. Seeing the seriousness on her face, he nodded. Sympathy scrawled across his face as he saw first hand her very being shatter. He moved to sit onto the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around her frail body and pulling her close. As the tears streamed down her cheeks, his hand stroked her hair soothingly, unsure of any thing else to say or do.

Shaking her head, she pushed away the memory. Her attention focusing on the shop. The holidays were over and school was back in session, so the shop was pretty quiet. She was happy with the expansion she had added six months earlier. It had helped keep her mind off things.

She had stayed with Gwen for a few months after Niall had destroyed the house she had once thought of as home. After what seemed like forever, she finally settled on a new place that lay on the outskirts of Shreveport, overlooking the Red River. She opted to decorate it the human way as a way to keep busy in her spare time. Anything that kept her busy, helped control the deep seated anger she had built up inside.

Once she was healed, she had begged Niall to help train her. At first he was reluctant, but after a few weeks he realized she wasn’t going to back down. She met the twins, Lyric and Zion soon after. Lyric would assist in helping Kayley further in her training and harnessing of her magic, while Zion would help her learn to physically defend herself. She was surprised when they recognized her and it wasn’t until she was informed of their part in her rescue, that she was able to piece together why they looked familiar.

When she explained her reasoning to train, they too, expressed the same concern Niall had. This only further enraged Kayley. Had she been full Fae, she’d have started her training years ago. Gritting her teeth, she hated to admit to herself, that it wasn’t her blood that had them concerned. It was the driving force… the very events that led to her decision and resolve. She didn’t… couldn’t understand why they would hesistate. Her punishment had worked. She had learned her lesson, once and for all. They had been right and she had been naive. She now understood her place in the two worlds, she understood the need to keep the lines drawn.

They had all been correct and now she would carry the scars on her back forever as a reminder. Niall had offered to have a healer remove them, but as her eyes looked down at her trembling hands all she could manage was a simple, “No.” It had been six months since that day and sometimes she still caught the look of sadness that crossed his face when he saw them. She knew he felt guilty for her pain, regardless of his personal opinion on the situation that led up to their making.

Her strength surprised him and in a way, left several in awe of her. When she traveled to Faery, she didn’t lower her head in shame, or cover her scars. She ensured they were visible for all to see, her own form of a scarlett letter proudly displayed. Even amongst the whispers and snide remarks, her chin remained raised and face polite. Her name was becoming widely known in the Fae world. Not only for her ability to maintain a public face, but for the rumors that were circulating of her training and how she was using her new found knowledge.

Looking up at the clock, she nodded to Gwen to indicate she was leaving. Poofing back to her home, she dressed specifically, carefully. Looking in the mirror, she saw just how much the year had changed her. She had grown up and was persuing the destiny she was born into, fighting in the trenches. The War: Fairies versuses Vampires. Fingering the silver chain around her neck, she felt no remorse as it hung between her breasts. Each tiny link representing a kill, a success of removing her natural enemy from being a threat to anyone else in the Human Realm… A sly grin curling her lips as she entered the bar, her eyes falling onto her next victim…

Photo

Sun, 09 Jan 2011 19:26:47 -0500

My house that overlooks the Red River.

A great view, even from inside!

My Bathroom

The view from my balcony

One of my favorite places to relax!

finishes getting ready and looks in the mirror, the slight scars barely noticeable on her back

Fri, 07 Jan 2011 19:44:15 -0500

*finishes getting ready and looks in the mirror, the slight scars barely noticeable on her back*

Look out all you ladies havin babies...

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:37:16 -0500

nianenuphar:

You will end up with THIS! *snickers*

*ROFLMAO*

old/new

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:36:41 -0500

nianenuphar:

Old me…

NEW me!

‘cept I wont hesitate to drown your stupid ass.

*laughs* The kitty part is adorable!

nianenuphar: faekayley: nianenuphar: faekayley: jaithefae: n...

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:33:00 -0500

nianenuphar:

faekayley:

nianenuphar:

faekayley:

jaithefae:

nianenuphar:

NOOOO neither of you are evil Faes like THAT one! she was one crazy bitch ya know? JUST because someone didnt love her she tied to kill him!

Wait…

sounds like Twitter.

OH YEAH I SAID IT!

faekayley:

jaithefae:

(via theunabridgedjournalsof, vanityxo)

I’ve been a bad bad fairy *snickers*

*Hmpfh!* I didn’t do anything wrong! *secretly enjoys it*

*gigglesnorts thinks I am just as evil just slightly less homicidal….mostly*

*strangely is reminded of this fairytale I was just told*

Once upon a time, there was this evil bitch…

Is this a Snow white story? *blinks*

*pets your head and nods* It ends quite nicely, too. See the handsome prince sees through her disguise and cuts off her head. Then he burns her corpse and the whole world rejoices! (might be pulling from a ton of different sources)

So its a Twitter story? *blinks and laughs*

*blinks* Well I was thinking more of Medusa meets Hansel and Gretel. But I guess that could work?

nianenuphar: faekayley: jaithefae: nianenuphar: NOOOO...

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:18:26 -0500

nianenuphar:

faekayley:

jaithefae:

nianenuphar:

NOOOO neither of you are evil Faes like THAT one! she was one crazy bitch ya know? JUST because someone didnt love her she tied to kill him!

Wait…

sounds like Twitter.

OH YEAH I SAID IT!

faekayley:

jaithefae:

(via theunabridgedjournalsof, vanityxo)

I’ve been a bad bad fairy *snickers*

*Hmpfh!* I didn’t do anything wrong! *secretly enjoys it*

*gigglesnorts thinks I am just as evil just slightly less homicidal….mostly*

*strangely is reminded of this fairytale I was just told*

Once upon a time, there was this evil bitch…

Is this a Snow white story? *blinks*

*pets your head and nods* It ends quite nicely, too. See the handsome prince sees through her disguise and cuts off her head. Then he burns her corpse and the whole world rejoices! (might be pulling from a ton of different sources)

jaithefae: nianenuphar: NOOOO neither of you are evil Faes...

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:09:20 -0500

jaithefae:

nianenuphar:

NOOOO neither of you are evil Faes like THAT one! she was one crazy bitch ya know? JUST because someone didnt love her she tied to kill him!

Wait…

sounds like Twitter.

OH YEAH I SAID IT!

faekayley:

jaithefae:

(via theunabridgedjournalsof, vanityxo)

I’ve been a bad bad fairy *snickers*

*Hmpfh!* I didn’t do anything wrong! *secretly enjoys it*

*gigglesnorts thinks I am just as evil just slightly less homicidal….mostly*

*strangely is reminded of this fairytale I was just told*

Once upon a time, there was this evil bitch…

jaithefae: I want kitty! @FittaNorthman looks a bit evileh!!!

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:05:27 -0500

jaithefae:

I want kitty!

@FittaNorthman looks a bit evileh!!!