The Liar

She was an artist.

Picasso had painting. Poe had his writing. Dickinson had poetry. She had lying, and her masterpiece was a love story. It was the story of us. It went like this: Once upon a time, (This is how the best lies always begin.) there was a lovely girl without a name, and one day she met another lovely girl without a name. And together they were lovely—no, they were more than lovely, they were happy. They were in love. Everything was absolutely magical. And the frogs got along with the toads. And the witches stayed in their fortresses. And the princes stayed in their castles. And the nameless girls lived happily ever after.

The end. 

Leanan sídhe

Leanan sidhe are parasitic dark muses. Beautiful in appearance they will take human lovers, often met (not always by chance) near water. Being more beautiful than any mortal woman (or less often, man), the lowly artist who has retreated to the woods in search of inspiration is happy to fall in love with the leanan sidhe. The leanan sidhe gives inspiration, talent, and success to the human. But like all fae gifts, they do not come without a price and are always a trade. In exchange for inspiration, the leanan sidhe drains the life from her (or his) human lover. They always die young or are driven insane.

Skottie Young

The Princess and the pea 

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