[writing] “I’ve always had an infatuation with fire. Comforting, warm, dangerous. Protective, destructive. We both fear it and are drawn to it. Moths, all of us, human and Incarnate alike. Ancient legends say that without Prometheus's gift, stolen from the forge of Hephaestus, the humans could never have built civilization.
Yet it is fire that burns civilizations to the ground.
I watched, yesterday, as that fire consumed all those houses in the Sunset Canyon. I had come looking for the Fire Demon the humans spoke of, but it was just a brush fire, too wild and intense for my magicks to extinguish. So I just watched. Transfixed.
I watched, yesterday, as that fire consumed all those houses in the Sunset Canyon. I had come looking for the Fire Demon the humans spoke of, but it was just a brush fire, too wild and intense for my magicks to extinguish. So I just watched. Transfixed.
The powerful sorceress, no more than a moth, watching as homes burned, listening as families wailed in despair.
They blamed me. Of course they did. The fairy. The witch. The ‘fic’. The LAPD put me in iron handcuffs and locked me in a cell.
They blamed me. Of course they did. The fairy. The witch. The ‘fic’. The LAPD put me in iron handcuffs and locked me in a cell.
I understand it was you who convinced the police that they had the wrong person. No easy feat. You have gifted me freedom. You gave such a precious gift to a fairy. Do you understand what you are playing with?
I both love and hate you for it.”
- A letter from Morgan LeFay
Los Angeles, California
January, 1928
I both love and hate you for it.”
- A letter from Morgan LeFay
Los Angeles, California
January, 1928
Mmmmmmmm hello, you have my attention.
EchoDoctor: awesome. I wrote this during some downtime at work today. Think I'll put it as a sort of prologue before chapter 1 of my novel
this is delightful
oooooh yes
Wow!