kaeleers_heart: (Daughter : Barbed_Whispers)
"Please tell me a secret, Draca?"

Draca had looked at the seven year old little girl and had smiled down at her.

"And what kind of secret would the little witch like to hear, then?"

"A special one!"

Draca's reptilian eyes darkened for a moment as she thought about what kinds of secrets it was okay to tell the young girl, and then she looked down into the midnight eyes.

Jaenelle was no ordinary witch. She was Witch. Witch wanted to know things and therefore it was part of Draca's duty to tell her about them.

"Has Saetan started teaching you about the ways of the Blood and the responsibilities that the Jeweled Blood have to the people and the land?"

Jaenelle looked up at her with wide eyes and nodded.

"Alright, little miss. Then since he has told you that, let me tell you the secret of how the Jeweled Blood came to be..."



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "Black Jewels"; Books
Words: 156
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Laughter : Twlory)
Jaenelle got up early and walked out into the private garden sanctuary that had been put together for her. She sat on the edge of the fountain and let her hand glide through the water. Daemon would be home soon and she couldn't wait to tell him her news. She looked down into the water as a smile spread across her features.

She had suspected before he left, but she hadn't wanted to say anything until it was confirmed by someone besides her. Yesterday Draca had agreed with what she had been almost positive of.

They were having a child.

Together, she and Daemon. They were going to be parents of a witch and she couldn't be happier.

She couldn't wait to see his face when she told him. Daemon would be overjoyed with the idea that they were having a child.

It was going to be a perfect day.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "Black Jewels"; Books
Words: 151
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle : Eurynomeschild)
My best friend?

Out of all of those that I am close to and whom I hold dear or who hold me dear, how do I pick only one of them out to call my best friend? There are so many that matter to me and that I would willingly trade my life for -- if it hadn't been trained into me that I am important because I have the powers and the abilities to help save our entire way of life.

I have Saetan, Papa, whom I love as a child loves her father. I have Lucivar, my big brother who can be both a blessing and a pain in the ass -- the prick. I have Prothvar and Andulvar. I have Surreal. Surreal who has become as close to me as any sister can. I have Daemon. My Daemon. My lover, my love, my soul. I have the Coven and the Boyos. Kaelas and Ladvarian. The wolves and the Unicorns. I have Kin and Kindred.

How does one choose only one out of all of those people that make up your life and make you feel blessed?

It's impossible.

Is there one person that I have always told everything to? All of my dreams, my hopes, my fears?

Yes.

Does that make that personmy best friend?

Perhaps.

Will I name that person here?

No.

I would not want any of those I care about to feel hurt or slighted if it is not their name that I attach the term you speak of to.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 256
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Darkness : _hushed_art)
Time could be such a double-edged sword. This was something she had learned at an early age. Time could be so very short, and by the same token it could seem like forever.

She peered out the window as she watched the coach drive away from the Keep. She was silent as the tears slipped down her face. It had ended and not at all like she had once dreamed that it would when she had been a child. She had thought that with time, perhaps things would change.

She had been wrong.

Her blood relatives could no more accept who and what she was now than they had been able to allow themselves to when she was a child in their care. Then they had allowed themselves to made to believe that she was mentally or emotionally disturbed in some way. It kept her out of their way and kept her from embarassing them.

Now?

Now, they believed her to be insane and her grandmother had called her "monstrous".

Time hadn't made any of that change and it hadn't made the hurt from them not loving her enough go away.

What time had done, was help shape her into the Queen she now was.

The Queen that would do anything she felt she had to do to protect her family and those she loved.

As Alexandra had just found out and paid a painful price.

Time could definitely be someone's friend as well as their enemy.

With her relatives, with her Grandmother, time was the only thing that had changed.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 261
kaeleers_heart: (Queen : Barbed_Whispers)
Talk about one thing you hope to do in the upcoming year that you have never done before. It could be something significant or something trivial. ... Challenge #159


One thing that I would like to do would be to have the ability and the freedom to just spend some time with those I love without any of us having to be together to plan the next course of an attack or of a defense. Just for once I would like to know that we are all gathering together just to spend time with one another. Too often as of late, when we are all in one place it is because we are involved in some sort of battle and need to plan our next move. I grow weary of the fact that we never get to just be together because we want to and because it feels good to just be there.

I miss just being part of the coven or of the family. I miss romping with the boyos or the wolves or the unicorns.

So yes, I would like for at least once we get a chance to just be the family, the coven and the boyos. For at least one time, I would like us to leave the mantle of Queen and Court on the side and just be family.

That is my one wish for this coming year.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 204
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Sword : Twlory)
Jaenelle Vs.Hekatah; It's war! Describe yourself fighting against The Taint in the Blood. ... Challenge #155


There are many things that I can pretend to overlook and some that I can even pretend that I accept as happenstance or normal occurences between the different races of our world. There are many events that could be considered growing pains or building blocks as Courts struggle to form or Witches go through their Virgin Night or their Moon Time.

I can even accept that sometimes Blood males do not use more sense than what they have hanging down between their legs.

But.

There are a few things that I just will not accept and will not allow to continue to spread poison through the Realms.

The main one of those being Hekatah and the taint she has spread through the Blood.

She is tainted and she is wrong. She is offensive to the whole structure of the Blood. She uses her Jewels -- and the Jewels of others -- to further her own evil deeds instead of respecting the very nature of the Blood as the founders of us all had intended.

Her crimes against me, I had let pass and had never demanded anything in return for the many things that she orchestrated to befall me in my life.

However, she crossed the line when she messed with what is mine. She crossed the line when she started allowing her puppets to go where they were not welcome.

Saetan. Daemon. Lucivar.

Three dangerous instruments and the three dearest to me.

She should have learned her lesson when she and Dorothrea tried to have me broken and destroyed when I was a child. They failed then and she always fails.

Currently, Hekatah strikes out at me through manipulations and attacks on those I protect.

Soon, she will have no choice but to deal with me directly.

Blood sings to Blood and this world is tied in my Blood.

She and I battle on a daily basis, but one day she will force my hand...

...and all of Kaeleer will know that Witch has come home.

Hekatah and I have no choice but to battle. I will not be controlled and I will not allow her taint to poison the Blood or the land any further.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 368
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Darkness : _hushed_art)
...never assume that you know everything about your enemies and what they can be capable of.

Jaenelle was in the workroom, concentrating on her tonic when the door opened behind her. The psychic scent on the air caused her to curl her lips inwardly, but on the outside, she showed no affect to the person invading her space. She was silent and that caused the unwelcomed visitor to speak in her most withering tone.

"You can at least turn around and acknowledge that I'm in the same room, Jaenelle."

Jaenelle stilled her movements, staring into the bowl. "Hello, Alexandra." She let out a breath. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to collect you and Wilhemina and take the two of you home."

"No."

"No?"

"We're not going anywhere with you, Alexandra. If you know what is good for you, you will leave Kaeleer and forget all about finding me. After all, you didn't care to look for me until you lost your grasp on Wilhemina, too."

That should have been the end of it. The Angellines should have just left and never bothered them again. They didn't. Alexandra and Dorothea made plans to kidnap her granddaughters from Saetan. But Wilhemina tried to fight and Dejaal was killed.

The blood debt had to be repaid and when Alexandra showed no remorse about anything that happened... and called her monstrous, Jaenelle had done the one thing that would satisfy the blood debt.

She had broken Alexandra and sealed her off from the Jewels.

To protect her own, Jaenelle would do whatever she had to... and Alexandra hadn't believed there would be any punishment for the death of one of the subjects of the Queen of Darkness.

She was wrong.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 288
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Sword : Twlory)
Revenge is a fine art.

Sometimes, it is best delivered quickly and violently as soon as the offense warrants vengeance upon those who have wronged you or those you love. A swift, fiery vengeance that leaves no time for preparation or defense is often the best method to deliver your revenge.

Other times, a slower, more personalized revenge is called for. This is the kind of revenge that is designed to make sure that the person that it is visited upon has no doubt about what is happening to them or why. This is the coldest rage type of revenge. The revenge that you put thought into and target someone in particular -- or several someones.

Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.

I have used both the hot rage and the icy rage types of revenge. What method I use depends on whom I am getting the revenge for or visiting it upon.

I believe very strongly in revenge.

It's why you really shouldn't mess with what is mine and belongs to me.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 177
kaeleers_heart: (Default)
This is a hard question for me to answer.

I seem to make both friends and enemies very easily.

Making enemies, I can understand. I stand in their way of things --- of the power --- that they all want. I won't let them hurt people and I won't let them take the power or the property that they want, so I am their enemy.

What is harder for me to understand is the why on how I make friends so easily. I know that I am not the easiest person to be around sometimes and I have been told by both Lucivar and Prothvar that I can have a snarly demeanor --- especially in the mornings. I have been known to endanger those I care about because the enemies I attract have no qualms about trying to use those people I care for to hurt me.

Yet, still I have friends stay close to me and still I have new friends that endeavor to spend time with me.

I don't understand it sometimes.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 171
kaeleers_heart: (Queen of Askavi : _hushed_art)
When I think of Spirit, I think of my sister, Surreal.

With everything Surreal has been through, she has never let anything come close to breaking her spirit. She doesn't know how to give up and as far as I am aware, she has never even considered giving up... never.

There are other aspects to her spirit as well.

When someone is too weak to fight or to help themselves, Surreal never abandons them or leaves them behind. It's not just people that she knows or is close to, either. She'd fight just as hard for a stranger being wronged as she would for her own family.

My sister has a spirit that can strengthen the weakest heart and I count myself very lucky to have her in our lives. She's a powerful and welcome addition to the First Circle, and a very important part of my family. She can hold her own with the Boyos and has even managed to make them wary of bothering the rest of the Coven when we are involved in something.

Surreal embodies the meaning of the freedom of spirit that the Blood fights for.

I, for one, am determined to make sure no one ever takes that from her.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 206
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Upset : Twlory)
Have you ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what you did the night before? ... Challenge #137


I have woken up and have completely forgotten two and a half years of my life. Does that count as not remembering the night before? I think it should as I woke up, unable to remember nine hundred and thirteen night befores. That is a very large amount of time to completely forget...especially when you are fifteen. I didn't even remember that night that caused everything to hide away in my mind --- or what had caused so much physical damage that the family had to watch over my coma for that long.

I lost consciousness at twelve and woke up at fifteen. For the longest time, I had no memory of what caused the damage to me physically and mentally --- and I had no memory of those that risked a great deal to try to save my life.

So yes, I guess I can say that I have woken up and not remembered what I did the night before.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 166
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Darkness : _hushed_art)
There are times that I both agree and disagree with this sentiment.

I look at Daemon and Lucivar and I see that the things that Dorothea and Hekatah did to them didn't kill them outright. I know that she thought they would break under the strain of what was being done. They wanted them to break, wanted them to agree to anything that the two of them wanted to do. Daemon and Lucivar didn't break. They survived and they stayed who they were. They never turned their backs on their Blood or on their morals. They both took everything that was done to them and used it to mold into them and shape the strength of who they have become.

Then I look back over the things that happened to me in my childhood. Did those events make me stronger? I'm not sure if they did or not. They made me more cautious, and made me less tolerant of another's pain...less accepting of another's cruelty... but did they make me stronger for having survived them?

I really don't think that's a question that I can clearly answer.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 188
kaeleers_heart: (The Living Myth : _hushed_art)
Talk about something you inherited. (It could be an object, a physical attribute, a belief, etc.) ... Challenge #135

I believe that the answer to this depends on your definition of inheritance. I was dreamed into existence by whole races of very strong dreamers. From each of these dreamers, I was gifted with a certain aspect or characterization of them. Kindred, human and demon alike all had very strong dreams to bring me into their lives and it could be said that I inherited something from each and every dreamer whose minds and souls touched mine.

It could also be said that I inherited the ability to hate from the blood relatives that birthed me and raised me for the earliest part of my life. The Angellines and their ways were not things that you are automatically born with -- or so Papa has told me over and over again. Their ways and their lack of caring and concern for those they feel are different are traits that you are taught. Except, I believe that it was always a part of Robert to be as cruel and twisted as he was. I don't feel that he could blame that on his dealings with Dorothea. I know quite personally that there is at least one person who has been a guest of Dorothea who has not turned out cruel and dangerous to those around him.

I can say that I have inherited the ways of the Blood from Lorn and the concepts of Protocol from Papa. I would also like to think that I have inherited the calmness that Papa shows when he is faced by something that would usually make others snarly and grumbly. I do know that I have inherited Papa's ability to love the land and life around him.

If those things are what you mean by inheritance, then I am a richer person for each gift I have been given.


Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 307
kaeleers_heart: (Default)
I learned at a very early age that excuses do nothing to aid you. They only cause confusion and chaos and hurt feelings. I choose not to make excuses when I can avoid it. To me, an excuse for something is a little too close to being dishonest. If there is something that you cannot or will not do, it is always best if you just be honest and clear about what you cannot do and why it cannot be done. If you make excuses about it, if you talk around the idea or the request, it can backfire upon you. It can make you seem to be dishonest or it can undo all of the hard work you have done to get others to believe in you.

Of course, I could talk for hours about the excuses the family or the boyos have made to me or to the Coven to avoid answering our questions. Thankfully, Surreal is a sensible witch and answers all of our questions quite honestly and without a thought for how Daemon the family might react to us finally achieving this knowledge that we have been seeking.

However, it is Papa who often times comes up with the most creative and far-fetched excuses...



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 210
kaeleers_heart: (Lost and Wondering : _Silverlight)
"If..." (Complete the sentence and write your ficlette. Your ficlette must begin with this sentence.) ... Challenge #133


If only she had stayed with Saetan any one of the many, many times he had asked her to as a child. Everytime he asked her during each visit when he saw there was something wrong, she had wanted to stay. She had wanted to stay with him and the family more than anything, but she didn't think she could. Honour and duty prevented it -- or so she had thought and felt.

If only she had grabbed ahold of Wilhemina and just fled to Kaeleer as quickly as they could have been able to. As soon as she felt the darkness and the danger increasing she should have. She should have run. She should have.

If only she had done as Daemon had practically begged her to do and went to safety with Saetan and never come back to Chaillot or Beldon Mor. Could that last night have been prevented? If she had fled like he warned her to, would Daemon have escaped being hurt? Would he have avoided spending so much time in the Twisted Kingdom?

If...

If...

If...

There were so many ifs in her life and so many times that she had dwelled on each and every one of them. Every time her thoughts beat at her mind until she had been forced to drop to her bed in exhaustion. Telling her that she had been a child when everything had been being destroyed around her didn't help. She had known things even then, so why hadn't she listened to the ones she loved and ran to where she was safe before everything had been destroyed in a single night?

If only she had listened to those who did truly care about her. Maybe then... maybe then Daemon wouldn't have had to hurt himself to break free of the Ring and his grief over what had happened to her wouldn't have started his slide into the Twisted Kingdom.

If only her relatives had loved her and protected her like her family had. If only they had accepted her and saw whom she was. Maybe then... maybe then Chaillot and Beldon Mor could have been saved. Maybe then... maybe then she wouldn't have been forced to break Alexandra so many years later.

If...



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 387
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle Darkness : _hushed_art)
Anger.

It's an emotion that I have learned very well over the years. I have had many things that have caused me to lose my temper since I was dreamt into this existence. Lucivar likes to tease me that I lose my temper too quickly... and then sometimes my anger scares even those who love me the most.

You want to know who it is that triggers my anger... my rage... more than anyone else?

Dorothea and her minions.

Dorothea has taken all that the Blood is supposed to stand for and twisted it into something hateful and vile. The very things that the Blood are supposed to stand for (Honor. Trust. Responsibility. Protection.) she has turned into weapons of pain and humiliation. She uses her power and her talents to enslave and to harm. She brutalizes all that is good and just and turns them into hard, cruel weapons. She strips them of their caring and their tenmderness --- or she tries to.

When I think of everything that she has done to those I love... Sadi, especially... it tends to make me want to break some of the rules of Protocol and hunt her down. She can incite my rage quicker than anyone... and all I have to do is look at those she has hurt to think about going against all that Papa and Lorn have taught me.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 230
kaeleers_heart: (Default)
My favourite retreat would have to be when I just slip away from everything and go to Sceval. Escaping from time to time to spend a few moments with the unicorns has always been a favourite activity of mine. The unicorns were my first friends in this world and they took me in as family during the dark times where they trusted none but other Kindred. They knew me for who and what I was and I have always had a place with them. I don't mind admitting that there were times growing up where I ran away to hide and it was the unicorns who hid me and kept me safe from prying eyes as I regrouped my emotions and my energy. I have galloped through the forests and over the meadows while upon the back of some of the swiftest runners and leaders of the Unicorns. I have curled up between them when resting was needed or desired.

Even now, I still go to their lands to retreat from the world when the pressure gets to be so much that I fear spiralling or sinking into what the Kindred call "Queen's Rage."



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 194
kaeleers_heart: (Queen of Askavi : _hushed_art)
Loyalty is a word that people seem to find a myriad of definitions for. Some people have loyalties that shift as the winds change course. They view loyalty as their own means to an end.

It's not like that.

To me, loyalty is not a word. It is a concept, an understanding...a way of life. Loyalty is the thread that weaves your world together and binds your life to your ideals and the ones you love. It is the leash that those who love you use to try to keep you from doing something rash or dangerous to yourself.

Loyalty means that you face down whomever and whatever you must face in order to keep those who rely on you safe and secure. It's an ideal that cannot be structured and it's an emotion that causes you to often look out for others before you look out for yourself.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 150
kaeleers_heart: (Default)
...I was feeling quite a bit stiff and maybe a little sore.

Okay, well maybe I was in worse shape than that...and maybe it wasn't exactly the next morning when I woke up.

I had done a lot of damage to my physical body in a short amount of time, and rather than resting and letting myself heal, I kept pushing my body beyond its own limits. I could argue and say that it was for a good cause --- and to me it was for the best possible reasons.

I went into the Twisted Kingdom to bring Daemon as close to safety and the trail to freedom as I could.

I would have fought to bring him all of the way out to heal him completely, but my body was already failing me. It had only been a week since the Jhinka attack on the Landen village and I had over-extended myself there already. I was supposed to be resting and letting myself heal.

But it was Daemon. My beloved and my Consort needed me.

When Surreal contacted me and told me she had found him again, I had to act quickly and immediately. If I didn't, there was no telling how long it would take us to find him again. So against all advice --- and after being blackmailed by Saetan --- I left the Hall and went to help Daemon.

I don't know how I made it back to the Keep or how I made the small healing web. I don't know how Lucivar found me or even where he found me. I remember hearing Lucivar screaming for Papa and the scent of Luthvian when they brought her in to help heal me.

It took me six months before I was able to be moved from the Keep and back to the Hall. The Coven and the Boyos withdrew from the courts they were serving and came to stay while I was recovering. Gabrielle and Karla stayed by my side at almost all times.

It was a long time healing...and that first morning after that I could remember wasn't very pleasant.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 357
kaeleers_heart: (Jaenelle At The Altar : _hushed_art)
SaDiablo Hall.

For as long as I can remember, no matter what was happening in my life and around me, SaDiablo Hall was always my bastion of comfort and security. I was always safe when I was at the Hall and no one could harm me there. It was the one place as a child where I felt completely safe. I didn't have to spend every waking hour looking over my shoulder or trying to tread carefully around the occupants of the Hall. I was welcomed there and I was loved. There was always someone there to talk to or to just hold me when I needed the comfort.

Whenever I would feel overwhelmed or lost, I would just think of the stones of the hall rising up out of the land and I could imagine I was back within those walls again.

Now, whenever I hear the word "comfort", I immediately think of SaDiablo Hall.



Muse: Jaenelle Angelline SaDiablo
Fandom: "The Black Jewels" trilogy; Misc. Books
Words: 156
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