melek_taus

"The flesh of the Earth, all worn away, thin.
The seconds stone cold in a moment gone dim.
A plunge into Darkness and Vanity’s grasp
Where faces haunt mirrors trapped in by the past." -' Butterflies' by the Eden House

(Events occurring after this thread)

Now attired properly as a royal lady of the Unseelie Court, Melek Taus watched Amarante slip through a doorway within the hall of mirrors. The black pearls and diamonds on her draped gown wrapped her form, put into place with articulate hands and attention to detail. She was, no longer a doll made up into something she was not to be broken from her crysalis, transformed once agian into a dark butterfly.

Even at the last she managed to give him a coquettish glance, her face still flushed, her body still taut, nipples erect. By her scent, he knew she had not been unaffected by what had passsed between them.

To his mind, Amarante was talented, but there were just some things that even the best actors and actresses could not feign. He was uncertain that he would see her this night as he bade her to do. The Grigori did not care. She had alerted him to the trap of the Seelie and their infinite plots woven in the pretense of ultimate good that far too many had been taken in by over many millennia.

He gave no indication that he knew that he and Amarante had been accutely observed not only by Faelyn, Jocelyn and her consort, but by their enemies. He straightened his garments once more, and looked unpreterbed as he reached the door. He would stay away from the royal family for a time.

So the Seelie and their conspirators meant to entrap him and take the rest, he mused. They would have to be far more duplicitous than they had been in the past. In spite of Seelie attempts at deception, the message that Amarante had passed to him through each touch, each gaze, each kiss and sigh had been received. Hers was a singular talent in that regard that few, human or Fae possesed.

Now they would play out the larger game.

Muse Melek Taus / The Peacock Angel
Fandom: Folklore / Mythology
Word Count: 362
Crossposted to writers_muses

Monsieur:

I have been informed by my own scribe that she, and your lovely scribe would like us to begin having a conversation.

Of course, I cannot entirely fathom what the two of them have in mind, but of course, I may be able to guess. Since your family and I have very deep connections over the many centuries years, I should like you to know that I have always had a keen interest in all branches of your family...and you of course.

Lady Ashley Grigori watched the buildings roll by as her plane taxied toward JFK. Twelve hours of traveling, was more than enough to make anyone weary and the nagging ache in her back reminded her why she hated to travel. Well, at least she mused, she would not have to deal with her husband while she visited Alexander. Alexander was far more interesting than his older brother, Edward, and far sexier, too. She smiled to herself when she thought of his Yuletide visit. This trip was the culmination of the promises that she and Alexander had made to each other then. ( Read more... )

Muse: Malek Taus / The Peacock Angel( aka Alexander Grigori)
Fandom: Folklor Mythology / Religion
Word Count: 978

An eyebrow arched over Melek’s eye when Amarante spoke of her Lady's difficulty after the war. Of course, Faelyn had never elaborated what she had truly been through, so he was surprised that he did not learn of it before this moment. He would make note of it and ask the Queen of the Fortunate Isle about it directly. Now, however, he was completely absorbed in listening to what Amarante had to say; or perhaps what was more useful to him, what she was not saying. ( Read more... )



Muse: MelekTaus
Fandom: Folklore / Muthology
Word Count: 917

Did you choose your muse or did they choose you? What was the process like in getting to know your muse?

I have many muses, but I think, perhaps, in Melek's case, he rather chose me. He had been ever present in one form or another in my life for all of my life. Then when a bit of literature here and there kept reappearing, he rather appeared to stay about three or four months ago. Far be it from me to kick him out! Every time I least expect it, another bit of information in one form or another appears.

I liked the idea of writing a Fallen Angel whose history had been twisted throughout the various world mythos into something that neither he nor the Divine intended. Certainly, among the Kurdish people of Northern Iraq or as Melek is so often emphatically correcting me, "Persia," he is worshiped as a deity. Also, in modern Faerie Trads, which practice a mix of both Hedgewitchery and old Druidic belief, he does appear as the Peacock Angel. He has liked the idea of coming and going between the worlds of mankind and the other creatures such as the Tuatha d'Anan who are of a different race of beings altogether. Like most Fae Creatures or even Fallen Ones, he can be quite charming and yet there is a sharper edge and a decidedly dangerous side of him. So far he is far less like the stereotypical Fallen Angel that we find in books and film and I for one rather like him.

Did you choose your muse or did they choose you? What was the process like in getting to know your muse?

I have many muses, but I think, perhaps, in Melek's case, he rather chose me. He had been ever present in one form or another in my life for all of my life. Then when a bit of literature here and there kept reappearing, he rather appeared to stay about three or four months ago. Far be it from me to kick him out!

I liked the idea of writing a Fallen Angel whose history had been twisted throughout the various world mythos into something that neither he nor the Divine intended. Certainly, among the Kurdish people of Northern Iraq or as Melek is so often emphatically correct me, "Persia," he is worshiped as a deity. Also, in modern Faerie Trads, which practice a mix of both Hedgewitchery and old Druidic belief, he does appear as the Peacock Angel. He has liked the idea of coming and going between the worlds of mankind and the other creatures such as the Tuatha d'Anan who are of a different race of beings altogether. Like most Fae Creatures or even Fallen Ones, he can be quite charming and yet there is a sharper edge and a decidedly dangerous side of him. So far he is far less like the stereotypical Fallen Angel that we find in books and film and I for one rather like him.