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  <updated>2018-06-17T18:08:22Z</updated>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-07-05:920029:17609</id>
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    <title>writers_muses 13.8 Talk About Your Father *locked except for Meta interraction*</title>
    <published>2018-06-17T18:08:22Z</published>
    <updated>2018-06-17T18:08:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;In the interests of Father's Day, write about your father. What is your relationship to him? Is it positive, negative or non-existent? Tell us a story about your father or the major father figure in your life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those whom you could say has a very complex relationship with my father.  You see, my father, M. le Comte de Rochefort died before I was born. He lost a duel with his one-time brother and best friend over something....many things?  The real reasons are not important. Suffice it to say, that the man whom I viewed as close to a father figure as was possible was my godfather, Hsu Danmei. He was there to catch me when I came into the world and was a fairly frequent and indulgent visitor to our chateau.  He has always been as supportive as possible for the whole of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, so I was later to learn, was never far away in the spirit realm. I could almost sense his presence, and feel his eyes or rather &lt;i&gt;eye&lt;/i&gt; staring down on me, Maman and the rest of us from the paintings that were all over the house. I confess, I used to talk to him, maybe even pray to him or his spirit at times, wherever that was, hoping in my little girl's mind that somehow, some way he could hear me. I would like to believe that he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://faery-ring.dreamwidth.org/17609.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt; Caroline de Rochefort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt;Original Character / Folklore / Mythology&lt;br /&gt;Cross posted to &lt;span style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://writers-muses.dreamwidth.org/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png' alt='[community profile] ' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://writers-muses.dreamwidth.org/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;writers_muses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=faery_ring&amp;ditemid=17609" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-07-05:920029:16583</id>
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    <title>Singin' The Morning After Blues</title>
    <published>2017-05-09T02:19:21Z</published>
    <updated>2017-05-09T02:46:18Z</updated>
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    <dw:music>"It'll All Work Out" by Tom Petty &amp; the Heartbreakers</dw:music>
    <dw:mood>drained</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt; OOC Note: This is a piece I did at &lt;a href="http://www.panhistoria.com"&gt;Pan Historia&lt;/a&gt; a few years back as part of the &lt;i&gt;Midnight People&lt;/i&gt; novel.   Since Caroline has been quiet for a bit and has now awakened I am taking her in a bit of an AU sort of world where she is singing and recording and has a really insufferable manager by the name of Ian &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palisade was jumping and Ian Summers felt particularly chuffed with himself. Tonight it was going to be a veritable orgy of drugs, sex, rock and roll and the most important element of all that made it all possible - money. He was about to sign a very good, very lucrative band that would be one more in his collection of creative content generators that would make him an even richer man.  Life was good, it was very good. It was, that is, until he saw Caroline in a corner cooing and billing with that nobody like a couple of love-struck canaries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://faery-ring.dreamwidth.org/16583.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=faery_ring&amp;ditemid=16583" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-07-05:920029:16138</id>
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    <title>Thankfully, Stelios never says any of these things to me!</title>
    <published>2013-11-28T17:34:01Z</published>
    <updated>2013-11-28T17:34:01Z</updated>
    <dw:mood>naughty</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">That's because my Spartan husband has a clue. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/regajha/things-people-with-curly-hair-are-tired-of-hearing"&gt;26 Things People with Curly Hair are Tired of Hearing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=faery_ring&amp;ditemid=16138" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-07-05:920029:15302</id>
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    <title>Darkness Fades</title>
    <published>2011-07-05T18:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-05T18:02:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.panhistoria.com/Stacks/storyprof.php?ID=247"&gt; "Grand Theft Auto: Hotwired"&lt;/a&gt;  novel over on &lt;a href="http://www.panhistoria.com"&gt;Pan Historia&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my fabulous co-writers over on that site! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I ever agreed to see a cop. Least of all a three-times divorced cop who couldn't seem to ever get his head out of whatever game he was i at the time. .  Make no mistake, he was good to me. Maybe it was because he and I understood each other in the fact that he was his job - being a cop; just as much as I was my own job - being a singer and a musician. Love wasn't ever much a part of the deal between Vincent and I as it was some sort of mutually realised need.&lt;span class="cut-wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="display: none;" id="span-cuttag___1" class="cuttag"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="cut-open"&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-text"&gt;&lt;a href="https://faery-ring.dreamwidth.org/15302.html#cutid1"&gt;Read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b class="cut-close"&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;" id="div-cuttag___1" aria-live="assertive"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse:&lt;/b&gt;Caroline de Rochefort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt;	Original Character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 817&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=faery_ring&amp;ditemid=15302" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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