I have never stopped to analyse my constant mistakes, I blindly rush in where angels fear to tread … and Vincent Cera was no exception. Any woman with any horse sense does not fall in love with a man who openly proclaims he is unable to love. She might like him, She might admire his talent, his looks and personality - but if she is smart she will not get involved in a relationship with “doomed” written all over it.

Poles apart - we were worlds apart. I was everything that he shouldn’t want in a woman: Mercurial, moody, exuberant, inexhaustible, extroverted, highly energized and quick -tempered. Thinking too much of the past, missing out on today, and letting tomorrow take care of itself. Then again he didn’t want me as a woman - object, yes - woman, no. Despite that we became involved. A week into the relationship we had our first argument:

Me: “You are a fucking bore.”

Vincent: “And you are a boring fuck.” And that was how the entire relationship played out for years.

I never did have much horse sense. I did though find a way out, rather I was forced out, it allowed me to completely change my lifestyle and find myself. Alas, Vincent did not find a way out, he ended up dead; and still I am fighting with him.

Fin had a long relationship with a NPC called Vincent Cera a vampire who was not very pleasant to her. She wasn't pleasant to him either. This song really captures what the relationship was all about. And likely will echo all of Fin's involvements.

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(  Within Temptation: What have you done now. )

New York City.

The city grime, the noise, the throng of people assaulted my senses first. After living in the solitude of the English country side for months it was like someone had turned up the volume of my senses to full. I had forgot how alive and at once dead the place felt, at least that is something we both had in common. This was home for all the good and bad it had given me. And, I was still receiving my fair share of bad even before I had firmly planted both feet on her soil. My memories of Vincent Cera returned - brutal, vampiric, dead, but not dead enough in my mind. Or dead enough for New York police detectives who have reopened the case; assigning it to a hard ass who needs to get out of my face.

There is good too, a jewellery bouquet in a quaint little Soho village shop - The Bowerbird and the Fox. So far removed from nightclubs and the English country, yet hardly removed from the Renaissance Fairy crowd who flock in to buy the little enchanted treasures they find there. Some of which is just a touch more enchanted than others...if you believe.

New York City, the good and the bad. I am content enough to know I will never have one without the other, that is my lot in this life.

House moving.
The very word fills me with mixed emotions, all of which amount to nothing more than a storm in a tea cup. The idea of making changes terrifies me. It is funny that, I can stare death in the face and laugh, yet making changes scares me. Past experiences to do with changes have always ended badly, I have given up, given in, just so I do not need to do anything different. The act has left me stale. Exhausted.

I must change. I must move. Refusing to do so, I am wishing a slow death upon myself.

List five things about you that are ordinary and five things about you that are special.

Ordinary Things:

1: Fin MacLir.
2: Sister.
3: Singer.
4: Cook.
5: Jewellery designer.

Special Things:

1: Fionnuala, daughter of King Lir.
2: Sister, Mother, Father, protector.
3: Singer.
4: Dinnshenchas.
5: Alive.

5 reasons you would never ask your friends for advice.

1: I have none.
2: I solve my own problems.

That solves answering three, four and five.

4 things you spend your money on.

1: Charms.
2: Cook books.
3: Myself.
4: Lampwork beads.

3 Reasons you should possibly see a shrink.
1: Hello, my name is Fionnuala MacLir.
2: Raising Eothian.
3: Cryptic - The Irish Sea.

2 Places you will never forget.
1: The Irish Sea.
2: Solomon Hawken’s home at night.

1 language you can speak.
Drama Queen.

My ideal man knows how to cook.
My ideal man knows how to stand up for himself - even if he messes that up.
My ideal man plays well with children.
My ideal man has an affinity with small forest animals---and, gets excited over birds.
My ideal man knows right from wrong.
My ideal man is strong, but soft.

Strangely, I think my ideal man…is …

What? I never said he had to be smart.

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The other day I found myself looking at a reproduction of Van Gogh’s Bedroom in Arles. The interior, or, ‘still life’ depending on how you want to look at it; is simple in approach. He wrote of this painting and said he wanted the colour to do the job of creating a room of rest and give the mind imagination. He succeeded in a way with giving the mind imagination; knowing his life the bedroom painting shows not only a place of rest, but loneliness too. On the walls are two paintings in sets. Four items in pairs, are hanging up on wooden pegs. There are two doors, a table with two jugs, two bottles, there are two chairs and two pillows on the bed. There is only one bed though. A neatly made bed, with no use. A chair is beside the bed, and one is back against the wall ---waiting almost for company to fill that chair. And, then perhaps fill the bed. The chairs are painted in a fresh, welcoming buttery yellow. The sheets and pillows bright and inviting in a touch of lemon green. The bedspread a scarlet red, giving the sense that something strong, inviting, warm will cover and protect while you lay sleeping. The loneliness is evident when you see one single personal item belonging to the artist - his straw hat.

There is a sense someone should be invited into the room, and often. But the shutters are closed, like the owner is almost afraid to let the outside world in.

I can just about understand why there would be a dual sense of fear, and wanting, to let the outside world into a space he wanted to have give ‘gentle rest’ away from the world. The closed shutters are his only escape to stay protected, still a year later he was interned at the hospital in Arles.

In a way it is a type of mask that only shows a simple, restful, bedroom; until you look deeper.

My mun has a new look for me and a new sound. We shall see how that goes. In the meantime while I am being re-formed, given voice, and time to develop you can hear
my pb sing and be listening to me sing at the same time, with at least three of my brothers. How strange is that?

Strange does not cover where I am going: Solomon Hawken's first lieutenant. Hunter of bad fairies. Land owner for Renaissance Fairy Faires. Jewellery designer of mundane and magical jewels. My, my, I am a busy gal. It is no wonder there are days when I barely remember who I am, or surprisingly, what I look like.

Be good now.

-Fionnuala.

So, I will be trying to write Fin again. There'll be some changes to her history, a try at writing a better background and more interesting pup and obviously a PB change.

She will still be who she is with the same memory and so on, just her history will be tweaked some what. I am really not sure how I will go with this, but it's worth another try. If I fail I fail, been there done that, have the big F planted on my forehead to show it.

Meantime there will be some drabbles written. If you want your pup to star in one. Poke a reply here.

After much consideration I am retiring Fin. There is not much I can do with her, after a year or so she has run her course. There are also a few other shifts in my muse stable which will happen:

Eothian hard_luck_tour and Poseidon go_your_ownway will be set back to NPC (non playing characters). They will only be availiable for the rare times someone needs them.

underthisstone Will remain as he is in a one on one sl.

spared_to_sea Will remain as a playing character.

Thank you to all who played with Fin. Eothian, and Poseidon.

Anytime Fia and Eothian were upset and just sad, I always sang them this song.
It still manages to make me smile too.

( Chuck Berry: My Ding-a-ling... )

A is for age: If a woman tells her age she will talk about anything.
B is for beer of choice: I have developed a sudden taste for Gin.
C is for something you crave: Melted fudge with ice-cream.
D is for your dog's name: No dogs.
E is for essential item you use everyday: Common Sense.
F is for favorite TV show at the moment: ANTM. I like watching Miss J.
G is for favorite game: Hide and Seek. We are pretty good at it.
H is for Home town: Long gone.
I is for instruments you play: Anything and everything.
J is for favorite juice: Peach.
K is for kickin ass: Yes. Yes, I can kick your ass.
L is for last place you ate: Kitchen.
M is for marriage: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Did I mention no?
N is for your full name: Fionnuala.
O is for overnight hospital stays:
-When Fia was shot.
-When Eothian was shot.
-When things became too hard for me.
P Is for favorite place: Kitchen.
Q is for quote: If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning.
R is for biggest regret: Too many.
S is for status: Single.
T is for time you woke up today: Woke up? I can not sleep.
U is for underwear you have on now: Granny undies.
V is for vegetable you love: I like a chargrilled marinated vegetable.
W is for worst habit: How much time do you have?
X is for x-rays you've had: More than enough.
Y is for yummy food you ate today: Strawberries.
Z is for the zodiac sign: Probably an air sign.

Try to be inventive, or I just might fall asleep out of sheer boredom.

If you woke up one morning and found me in your bed, what's the first thing you'd think or say?

This is just one version of the story of the Children of Lir. Other versions simply have Conn and Fiachra as twins. There were always four children, however, Eothian (an oc in this fandom) is my addition as well as a change in their ending.

Listening to the tale may give a good idea how Fionnuala's name is pronounced, and why she is very set on keeping her siblings together.

( The Children of Lir...ws youtube. )

Fionnuala MacLir - Princess Fionnuala, child of King Lir, made a conscience choice she was going to step back from interfering in her brother’s affairs. The act never lasted due to the call she received from Eothian, who had called her after seeing James Audr. Three other brothers were then called, threatened, and told to intervene. Aodh, Conn and Fia went to him taking him from Audr’s penthouse. He had then called each of his siblings telling them he was intending to become a priest.

They also knew Adam Balister had received a text message from his cowardly lover, to say they were finished with. No explanations. Fionnuala was appalled at the action and sent Eothian’s twin - Fiachra - to the vampire to soften the blow and plead with him to wait before he made any changes.

Conn, went in search of Breacan to find out exactly what had happened between the two brothers.

Leaving the eldest siblings, Aodh and Fionnuala, facing off with Eothian to discover why their brother was hell bent on destroying the good he had created in his life.

( Cliché as it may seem love does hurt, life hurts; there is nothing to be done with that... )

Reply here and I will tell you how our love child came about.
-I will also tell the story of what happened with said child.
-And, show a face for them.

Then, you can tell me your version of the story.

Based on a conversation about a pendant, between Fin and Myrddin in sixwordstories.
Rated: PGR.
oncemyrddin belongs to his creator, just borrowing to fill a fanfic request.

Note: Fanfic only.

Unbeta'ed all my mistakes blah blah.
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Fionnuala watched the sun set across the water. The colours reflected shades of gold and red and brown, deepening into purple and grey shadows at the horizon. A curious gold dust lay all over the surface above the water, which she thought must be pollen, blown across from the hills. While the sunset glorious colours none of the trees had yet turned to begin to greet the Fall season.


( If you stand here long enough, the fae will steal you away... )