~ Senechal of New Orleans ~

"I've seen what people are capable of. I know how easily one can slip into darkness and despair. You've seen this, too, I know you have. But what I want to show you is how wonderful it is when those who suffer go to extraordinary lengths to pull themselves from the shadow of tragedy and into the light. What I want to show you is how we can be our own salvation."

I woke up this morning to watch the sunrise. I never get tired of seeing it. But this time there is a sickening feeling as I witness the sun ascend, bringing forth a new day filled with the promise of hope. Soon these mornings will be nothing but memories and I will long to see the breaking of a new dawn. Soon I will be cast into a life of constant shadow and the deceitful embrace of moon light. 

I think of the past. Rarely do I allow myself to dwell in the dangerous land of memories, but today I must. I need to feel strong and confident that I will continue to make the choices I believe in. I look back and resist the urge to scream. What I see, when I stare into that metaphorical mirror, is how I have grown. It is that inspiration that I need now more than ever. 

I can no longer afford to play by the rules that I have grown accustomed to and, if I may boast, have mastered.

A decision needs to be made, I tell myself. If I wait too much longer it will be made for me, and then everything I have worked for and accomplished will be for nothing. I didn't allow myself to be controlled when I was a child and I'll be damned if I allow that to happen now.

A nervous laugh escapes my lips at the odd statement that floats through my thoughts: I'll be damned. 

Well, I suppose in a short while I will. Am I ready? If not then I have no one to blame but myself.

Virtues: Charity & Fortitude
Vice: Lust


Auspex of One
Celerity of One
Majesty of Three

Inspirations & Influences


Nothing could ever have prepared me for the moment I discovered that my father was alive.
As a girl I often wondered what my father would have been like. I would ask my mother time and time again to tell me about him, but she would never go into any detail. Just little bits here and there about how smart he was and how handsome and charming he was.
So I spent my life becoming comfortable with the idea that I'd never get to meet him.

And then I did.

Do you remember how I just sat in your office and cried? I was so happy. I don't think I've ever been that happy.
And now look at us. It's as if in this too short period of time we've lost touch with one another as if we were childhood friends separated by life.

I feel like I've been given a second chance at happiness. I'm not giving up on this.



I've heard the stories from all over. About how voodoo is evil and the people who practice is do nothing but hurl curses every chance they get. People would speak of gory rituals and acts of sex that involved demons and the like.
I'm ashamed to say that I believed it all. How foolish I was to even consider what I heard to be true when I knew I was hearing it from the mouths of the ignorant.

You opened my eyes and have shown me how wrong they were. That isn't to say I'm not a little scared by it still. But that is human nature. It is also human nature to be curious. I am drawn to what I 
cannot explain here.

I don't know if what you've done was intentional, but... 

Well, When I was a little girl I made a promise to myself that I would never feel as helpless or alone as I did then.

 I no longer feel so helpless. I no longer feel so alone.



Heartbreak is a terrible thing, uncle. Even worse is you reminded me of that fact.
I didn't dare think that I would care for someone as much as I cared for you. But you have forced me to question my love for you. 

I still love you. I still adore you.
But, can I trust you?



We have come to a very disturbing point, mother. "Precarious" could accurately define our relationship. I sense in you a desire to atone for your crimes. But it may be too late.

Will I forgive you?

I hate that I have to ask that.



As if things weren't complicated enough!

What am I going to do, just tell you?

I swear I didn't know.


I won't make the same mistakes. I won't become her.

God, Morgan, I barely know you.


Hey Love
Is that the name you're meant to have
For me to call

Look, love
They've given up believing
They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall

But don't you believe them
Don't you drink their poison, too
These are the scars that words have carved
On me

Hey love
That's the name we've long held back
From the core of truth

So don't turn away now
I am turning in revolution
These are the scars that silence carved
On me

This the same place
No, not the same place
This is the same place, love
No, not the same place we've been before

Hey love
I am a constant satellite
Of your blazing sun
My love
I obey your law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
The law of gravity
This is the fate you've carved on me
On me