cuimhinliom: (close up)
[From [ profile] kittydesade's Arcana]


The Priestess concerns herself most of all with the mental, emotional, and spiritual ills of her people, that which is more difficult to see and harder to diagnose. Unlike the Witch, she is not always kind and certainly not always gentle. Like the Sorcerer, she is highly intelligent and has the ability to see into people; she must have, or she wouldn't be able to find and assist to fix the problem. Assist to fix, because whenever possible she leads a person to wisdom rather than confer wisdom that may yet be forgotten. She combines, in either aspect or behavior, many of the properties of many of the Arcana. This is one of her chiefest attributes, the ability to be or be viewed as what a person needs at any given time. This changeability does not reflect her inner nature.

The Priestess may come from any background, but at some point in her life she goes through unusually harsh trials and reaches an understanding of herself. It is this, more than any training in psychology or mentalism, that enables her to help others. She is willing to ask herself the hard questions and force herself to answer them truly and thoroughly before she asks them of any others. The asking and the acceptance helps her ask the hard questions of others and accept the answers, which in turn helps her help others. It gives her strength, openness and honesty without the hypocrisy of refusing to do what she asks of others, and a blatant willingness to try and accept that which others find abhorrent in themselves. The question put to the petitioners in the movie Willow was the power to control the universe lies in which finger. The correct answer, displaying what might seem to be arrogance but what is indicated as confidence, is the petitioner's own finger.

The Priestess as she is in this state is rarely found in fiction by herself. The journey stage is a popular theme in fiction, as many people would like to be well balanced and strong enough to handle or help anyone who comes their way. However, she also crops up often in teams where one or more of the team is a misfit, an anarchist or other source of chaos so strong that it takes a well-balanced figure to handle him. These Priestesses are more realistic, and they are more subtle than their journeying counterparts. The Priestess is also often given as the flip side to the Sorcerer, as she is one of the only Arcane types capable of keeping up with his mercurial shifts and hyper-intelligent manipulations.
cuimhinliom: (I'm not that girl)

The Black King

You scored 0 Power-Finesse, 5 Leader-Follower, 2 Unique-Ordinary, and 0 Offense-Defense!

You are comfortable letting a situation evolve, reacting to it, and exploiting the weakness of your enemy when he over-reaches. Your followers are loyal to you, and would gladly fall upon the sword of an advancing rook or queen for you, but you would rather use them to sneak in and suprise the enemy. You are content to let others do your dirty work, even your Queen.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 99% on Power-Finesse
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 99% on Leader-Follower
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 99% on Unique-Ordinary
free online datingfree online dating
You scored higher than 99% on Offense-Defense

Link: The What Chess Piece Are You Test written by Gundark27 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

This makes no sense....
cuimhinliom: (laughing)

Keelia needs a new heart

Keelia is going to see the Wizard about it on Thursday
'What will your Headline be?' at


I thought my line was "There's no place like home..."


Sep. 27th, 2006 08:45 am
cuimhinliom: (I'm not that girl)
It looked beautiful, falling down over her shoulders in a rippling cascade of lightly embroidered lace, pooling at the floor at her feet. The gold of her hair shone through it and with the tiara settled on top of her curls, Keelia thought Alisha was the one who looked like a fairy princess today.

"It's perfect."

"You don't think it's too long?" Alisha twisted this way and that, biting her lip and frowning at the mirror.

"I think it will settle nicely on the train, sort of an overlay effect."

"I don't know..." Alisha pulled the tiara out of her hair, handing the veil back to the saleslady with a slightly frazzled smile. "Why is it so hard to pick out anything?"

"Because you want it to be perfect." Keelia looked her over. "What do you think about the dress?"


"Right. Not the dress." She moved to unbutton each of the tiny pearl buttons running up Alisha's back. "Next one?"

"Yeah." That seemed to revitalized Alisha's exuberance and she dropped a kiss on Keelia's cheek before darting, as much as one could dart in a dress with a five foot train, back to the dressing room.

Keelia wandered a bit in the shop, waiting until she was called to help do up the next in a series of dresses. Her fingers brushed over the veils, letting the lace drift over her fingers. On impulse, she picked one up, settling it and attaching it to a simple circlet. It was soft, flowing over her shoulders and the image in the mirror brought up another that brought tears to her eyes. Her fingers touched the glass, to reassert this reality, this time.

"It looks lovely." The saleswoman's voice made her spin, quickly, blinking back the tears. She knew her empty ring finger had been noted and she felt a little silly as she pulled it off. The saleswoman took it from her with a warm smile. "Dreaming of a young man to wear it for?"

Keelia shook her head, just a little, and managed a smile in return. "Maybe someday."

Alisha called her name, and she hurried back to help her. She was happy. She had Midir. She had Michael. They had a son they were raising. And Midir, god bless him, she knew still considered them married from the first time. But Etain had been the bride then, not her, and there was an ache inside as she felt her life subsumed again into hers. It was supposed to get easier with acceptance, not harder, but every day she felt herself, her separateness, sliding away and wondered if a time would come when Etain was all that was left.

Lyric post

Sep. 27th, 2006 08:40 am
cuimhinliom: (Midr and Keelia - go wild)
Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone's gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed
A cooler and a two-day suitcase
Cause there's a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee

So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two

You know the things I'm afraid of
I'm not afraid to tell
And if we ever leave a legacy
It's that we loved each other well
Cause I've seen the shadows of so many people
Trying on the treasures of youth
But a road that's fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash
And I'm glad we got off to tell you the truth


All the shiny little trinkets of temptation
Something new instead of something old
All you gotta do is scratch beneath the surface
And it's fool's gold
Fool's gold
Fool's gold
Make new friends but
Keep the old
But remember
What is gold
What is gold
What is gold

Now we're talking bout a difficult thing
And your eyes are getting wet
I tookus for better and I took us for worse
Now don't you ever forget
Now the steel bars between me and a promise
Suddenly bend with ease
And the closer I'm bound in love to you
The closer I am to free

So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying
Chase all the ghosts from your head
I'm stronger than a monster beneath your bed
I'm smarter than the tricks played on your heart
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the totals of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two


Sep. 1st, 2006 07:16 pm
cuimhinliom: (Beautiful Dreamer - present)
I have an agent interested in Keelia and Midir's novel!!!!


Aug. 19th, 2006 10:45 pm
cuimhinliom: (serene)
You Are The High Priestess

You represent mystery - secrets that are yet to be revealed.
You find yourself sitting between two worlds: one dark, one light.
You tend to hold these two worlds in balance, reconciling the two.
Open and welcoming, you invite others to learn your secrets.

Your fortune:

Something hidden, or latent, in your life is about to come forward.
You need to pay more attention to your dreams, thoughts, intuition, and imagination.
And if that involves tapping into your dark side, it will all balance out in the end.
You have a lot of potential dying to be unleashed, so let those gates open!
cuimhinliom: (close up)
It bothered her more than a little some of the time. Perhaps a lot of the time. There was this way they looked at her, something in their eyes that made her want to scream at them. More Midir than Michael, but then Michael had known her just as her, had never seen her as her.

Sometimes Keelia hated her. It was her fault, after all. She hadn't been able to defend herself, even as a Sidhe. She'd let Fuamnach do as she would, and wrought all of this. Even when she didn't hate her for that, she hated her for the way Midir looked at her.

She wasn't perfect. She wasn't innocent. She wasn't sweet. She'd done things and thought things that would put that to rest, but they wouldn't listen when she tried to tell them. She tried to throw herself off of the pedastal, but it was too high, and every time she tried, they ran to catch her.

There was an irrational wish that they'd let her fall, but she knew in the end that they wouldn't. They felt they'd let her down too many times. Couldn't see where she'd started it all herself. But it hurt, as flattering as it was that they worked so hard to protect her, it still hurt to know they felt they had to. That she couldn't protect herself.

Somewhere inside, she thought that she could. That she knew how to fight this battle, how to finally win. She knew what it would take and it would have to come from her. There was nothing sweet about the solution, and she wondered, repeatedly, why she hadn't taken that step. If nothing else, it would banish that look from their eyes forever.

She wondered where she'd be then.


Aug. 14th, 2006 02:39 pm
cuimhinliom: (laughing)
Muse you most want to spank???


(and kinkiest? *glares at Michael and Midir* We're not supposed to talk about these things!)

The Best Smile and Most Beautiful nods are greatly appreciated, as well.
cuimhinliom: (No backward glances)
Continued from here.

Devin had slept through Fergus' return to the room. A glance at the boy and girl curled up in the bed had made him smile a little, even though he worried, and he took the couch. He made coffee in the coffeepot in the bathroom in the morning, peeking in at the sleeping pair. The coffee woke Devin up and he actually gave Fergus a rather sweet smile of thanks and joined him on the couch. There were movies and Street Fighter, and Devin played a little music. He seemed better and Fergus breathed a sigh of relief.

When Fred hadn't woken up by mid-afternoon, Devin started fidgeting. When evening rolled around, he was near panic. Fergus checked her and tried to sooth him that she was just sleeping. He'd taken a lot from her, but not too much. She just needed to get her strength back.

"You have to get her help."

Fergus arched an eyebrow. "She's not in need of help, Devin."

"What if she is?"

After about an hour of it, even Fergus' impressive patience wore out. )
cuimhinliom: (butterfly)
The winds roared, an ocean of sound, waves of air crashing over and around her again and again. They lifted her up and blew her down, sliding her along currents of air that spiraled around like a whirlpool in the sky. There were rocks, surfaces shining in the sun. Trees, with branches waving, tantalizing, entreating her to stop. To rest. To take her ease. She struggled toward them, feeling the breeze tugging at her delicate wings, pulling her backward. Through pain, ripping anguish that stretched the scales and membrane, making her want to scream, though she had no voice left, she struggled toward the promise of a rest, the promise of respite. One leg reached for the twig only to have a gust rip her away hurling her through leaves far too quickly for her to grab on. She beat her wings, gasping for breath. She was tired. Exhausted. Agony in every cell, and there was no respite to be had. It was a moment only, the space of a heartbeat in which she stopped fighting and let the wind take her where it would, crashing her into the waiting rocks and praying for release, but even in that there was nothing but unending pain until she took up the fight again.

Keelia woke, gasping for breath, trembling. The sounds of soft, even breaths danced in the air behind her. Her boys, sleeping soundly. At least she hadn't screamed. She slipped out of the bed, trying not to let it shift too much and moved to the bay window looking out over the Tower grounds. The nightmares had let her alone for most of the months, no almost a year now, they'd been here. Sweet sleep, uninterrupted except by the exuberance of a well-loved little boy.

It seemed they were back.
cuimhinliom: (Beautiful Dreamer - present)

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*blinks* Huh. I have to say I did not see that one coming...
cuimhinliom: (laughing)
The papers graded and returned to students and the whole promise of summer had filled the air. Okay, so she only had a month off until summer school started, but it was a month. She wanted to go do something and if she wasn't quite sure what that something was, she'd figure it out.

It seemed to involve going home at least partly, though. She really ought to do that more often.

And she wanted to see Fred. It had been a while since their shopping trip, and she'd gathered a bit about what had happened with Illyria. It was sort of hard to keep things like that secret in the Realm.

So, Boston it was. She packed Noah a few things to play with, intending to drop him off at her parents' house. They'd taken to the whole grandparent gig with more verve than she'd expected, but it was a good thing. The pools wouldn't be open yet, and the ocean too cold to swim in, but there was nothing to say they couldn't just go wander on the rocks or something, so she grabbed a towel and sunscreen and hiking boots until really she'd packed far too much for a day's outing, but she didn't care.

She was bouncing out the door, the taste of freedom teasing at her senses when a hand closed around her arm.

"Where are you going, my Lady?"

She shot Fergus a look. "It's Keelia. Not 'my Lady.' Keelia. And I'm going to see a friend back home."

"Your classes are over."

"Yes. Thus the seeing a friend bit instead of going to work." Why was he scowling again?

"I'm coming with you." It was announced, not asked, like some sort of final pronouncement. She glared.


"It's not safe."

That got a roll of the eyes. "She hasn't caused a problem in almost a year." Almost exactly a year, in fact, and if she paled a bit at that, well, she was pale anyway. It likely wouldn't be noticed.

"Still. You freed her."

"Uh huh."

"And she hates you."

Keelia shrugged a bit, kicking at the door with one foot.

Fergus took that as assent.

"Therefore, it's not safe for you to go running around without an escort."

"I'll have Fred."

"Who is?"

"My friend."

"Is this Fred a suitable body-guard."

"She builds weapons to decapitate demons?"

He looked mildly impressed at the last, but not as much at the finding out she was another young lady. And one who consorted with demons.

"I think I should go."

He was standing in her way now and really, he was a dear to be concerned and underneath the arrogant male assumption that she couldn't take care of herself--which granted, he'd seen her dead more than alive, so he might have some reason for thinking that--she saw real worry. Caring. Maybe not for her, but no doubt for Midir. She sighed and gave in.

"All right. But you have to be nice. We're going for fun. Keep weapons out of sight and smile."

He gave her an amused look, then flashed a charming smile. "Like this?"

She couldn't help smiling back. Stupid Sidhe. "Yes. That will do."

They dropped Noah off, and then there were the requisite introductions and her traditional Irish parents slightly flailing at the advent of yet another of the Gentry into their lives. Keelia waited it out, as patiently as she could, agreeing that they'd stay the night and she'd spend all day tomorrow with them, guaranteed, and they finally let them go.

She grabbed the truck, glad for once of its age which would let the three of them sit comfortably across in the cab. She had directions to the new house, and they headed out of town to find it, and Fred, and hopefully a pleasant distraction or two.
cuimhinliom: (Trapped in this world)
She thinks but alone in a noiseless room
She thinks but alone not in tears
Snow whites the ground
Where once she found a home
Where once she was real

Well once she used to scream
She never could be broken
Now night believes the dreamer could be more

"13 Wishes" by Aine Furey

Sorry for just posting half of a song. It's just been...resonating in my head a lot. Over and over and over and it seemed best to get it out and put it down before it drove me nuts.
cuimhinliom: (laughing)
You're 95% Irish

Congratulations, you're a shining example of an Irish lass (or lad).
There's hardly anyone more Irish than you!

Is it scary to think that if I hadn't been an only child, this would've been 100%? *grins*

May the lilt of lush laughter lighten ever road,
May the midst of Irish magic shorten every road.
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
that fortune ever bestowed,
And may all your friends remember
all the favors you are owed.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, my friends!
cuimhinliom: (pleased)
The one in my dreams or the one I day dream of? I remember palaces filled with beautiful art, where music seemed to be conjured out of the air, for you never saw musicians, but it followed you everywhere. Colors and sunlight. A home where only the best of everything was laid out and laughter rang in the halls, mixing with the music. It smelled of warm bread and honey and spices and sweetness. It was exotic, to think of it now, but then it was just...home.

It's still there, teasing at me with it's perfection. But the dreams have shifted as I've found myself awake.

It's not all that neat. There tend to be toys everywhere and magazines about cars and leather pants draped over a chair no matter how many times I point out they should go in the closet. The toilet seat's rarely down and I tripped over a fire engine the other day and bruised my shin on a table covered with papers that needed to be graded.

But there's still laughter, and there are jokes, and there's guitar music and sometimes drums. There's room to dance and there's a stable outside and an indoor ring to guide the children around. There's a bed big enough for three, that ends up with four in it at some of the less opportune times, but it makes a wonderful trampoline and one of the best hiding places is to slide under it all the way to the middle because you can roll out quicker to the other side before they can run around and make it home safe more often than not.

There's love. There's safety. There's hope. There's playdough in the carpet.

It's a good home.
cuimhinliom: (what if it was paradise?)
I remember waiting for a change
I remember wanting something more
In the silence I could hear a whisper
And I thought maybe there was something out there
To turn my life around.

And when I saw you
Time stood still
Just for a minute I knew
Things were aligned
Everything was right
When I saw you
When I saw you

There are times when something foreign calls you
There are times when everything conspires to awaken you
I was letting life just slip away
All the things I wanted go astray
Until you came

And when I saw you
Time stood still
Just for a minute I knew
Things were aligned
Everything was right
When I saw you
When I saw you

All of the years that I believed
Finally came true
When you came through

And when I saw you
Time stood still
Just for a minute I knew
Things were aligned
Everything was right
When I saw you
When I saw you
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