His fairie muse takes the shape of a fat girl for some reason, the hair was his choice though, a rich auburn color. She insists on curtsying when she's introduced and always knows the right spoon to use at a formal dinner party. She's the take change type and they've often gotten into fights over what note to use whenever they're composing a musical score together.

He was skeptical when they first met, but when she puts her hands on his head he hears the sweetest music he's ever heard, and suddenly, his quill can't move fast enough as he trembles with excitement.

"I can help ya play music better than that," she croons.

So the bargain is struck, he lets her devour his creative energies and devote his life to her and she'll make him great; a living legend, as she has many who've come before him.

When the money comes in they start to throw parties to attract generous benefactors. Calypso, his fairie muse, plays the demure hostess to perfection, not everyone is kind, but his girl brushes off unkind remarks with remarkable grace and poise. Yet she's careful to never upstage him which he finds refreshing, a nice change from the gossipy shrews nowadays, who always have to be the center of attention.

She's quite fond of fashion often gushing over the latest trends, asking in the politest tone of voice if she could please buy a new hat or dress. Since Calypso lets him control the purse strings while she manages the house. It how things should be done they both agree.

Though he soon regrets it when he realizes she's sent quite a few housemaids packing and left the others in tears. "Yee agreed the household is a ladies domain," Calypso said in her sweetest voice.

"Well yes ...before I knew you were harming the help," he argued.

"I'm helping them, they'll never find husbands with that kind of attitude," his muse points out. "What would yee say if I suddenly had opinions about the politics of all things?" She made a scandalized face.

"Can you at least go easier on them? I don't know about you fairies but we humans are civilized." he settles on.

"Of course, you know best," she tittered. Why did he sometimes get the impression his muse was mocking him? ........

" I've noticed darling yee stand in the corner during every waltz" Callypso brought up gentally

""I've noticed darling yee stand in the corner during every waltz" Calypso brought up gently

"Well.......I find myself......to say I ..........promise you won't laugh?" the Composer said "I'm here ta assist not mock" Calypso promised.
"I never learned to dance" He admitted.............................................

"One, two" Calypso fought a grimace as he nearly missed her toes. "Oh my dear Calypso I'm so sorry" the Composer felt like a simpleton.

"I'm the one who should apologize, I went far too fast"

"You are a spirited dancer my lady" the Composer chuckled.

"Hundreds of moonlight dances in the same garden Darling" she responded as they moved.............................

" I find Jenny Lands performance far superior" The Composer remarked

" Yes however I believe Sophia had far more energy and passion even if her vocal lands were not quite there yet" Calypso responded.
" Do you muse for singers?" he asked her

" Heavens no, unless the Singer happens to compose their own pieces" Calypso remarked. " How do I put this, Singers are like the display cases, for the musical piece" she revealed.
" Don't tell Jenny that" He chuckled.

" Her pride is a cross we both must bare for the sake of the arts" Calypso retorted.

"Do you like gardens?" The Composer asked her after he finished his dinner "There's quite a nice one not far from this estate" he added. "Am I being asked ta accompany yee?" Calypso inquired.

"Would you Lady Calypso accompany me on a midnight stroll?" The Composer asked her offering his arm. "I'd be delighted" she responded...............................................

"How marvelous Camillitia flowers" the Fairie girl inhaled them sighing. "I used ta press flowers" she confessed.
"Used to?" he asked

"Me book got destroyed after that there wasn't much point" Calypso looked melancholy.

"I'm grateful to you for not laughing" The Composer stated. "Would one laugh at a duck learning ta swim or a bird learning to spread its wings?" Calypso asked him
"You think I'm going to spread my wings?" he asked

"I believe yee are going ta soar though the skies" she reassured him "Surely I'm not the first person who told yee that"

The Composer fell silent "my Father never wanted me to pursue a musical education" he admitted.

"I can't picture yee as a Magistrate or Banker" Calypso responded.

"What about you?" he asked

"Even if there was another choice, I would not take it" the Fairies' girl responded...................

"Shall I begin?" The Composer asked opening the book as Calypso snuggled under the covers beside him in their rather large bed. Normally they used every inch of that bed but some nights they were too drowsy from the stress of promotion and organizing concerts to enjoy each other in the physical sense. The Composer cleared his throat and read aloud bringing to life a tale of adventure and danger. He was almost at the end of the first chapter when he looked over and saw Calypso snoring. Smiling gently he pressed a kiss to her forehead and blew out the candle.

A few minutes later he heard the sound of panicked cries and saw Calypso kicking and whimpering he reached for her grateful not the first time for her glowing skin "Shhhhhh shhhhhhh its ok your safe my lady, your safe" he muttered into her ear until he felt her relax against him and her legs stopped trashing this was such a common occurrence it too had become part of their nightly routine.....................................................

"What do you dream about?" he ventured to ask her that morning.

"I never remember me dreams" Calypso admitted as she sipped her tea.

"They don't seem like good dreams" he says carefully.

"Just flights of fancy yee know how easily upset we women are" Calypso chuckled. That was true but still the Composer was unsettled............

Things were good, concerts, great reviews until the day the Composer saw his great Aunt Genny who was long since dead standing at the end of the hall. He blinked and she was gone. Soon, he started to see more things that weren't there. He was able to hide it until one dinner part when he jumped up onto the table thinking it was dry land to avoid the ocean. Luckily he managed to pass it off as too much to drink.

While his guests laughed he saw something of knowing in Calypso's face. After he took her aside, and in his most authoritative voice demanded to know what was going on. The muse tried to avoid the subject and he had to be quite firm with her before she broke. "The feeding it takes its toll on the mind," Calypso explained.

"This was something you failed to mention," he said coldly.

"Death and madness, could you imagine a lady such as myself discussing such things?"

The Composer glared at her. "I will continue to make art, however, you are never to feed on me again."
Calypso lowered her head meekly. "As yee wish, me darling."...

"Happy fortieth birthday." The Composer beamed at all his party guests. "Thank you all for coming this old fart's birthday!" The guests laughed. "It has been a long hard struggle and I never would've made it if it wasn't for my lovely mistress; Calypso Franchesca!" Everyone clapped for her as he flushed radiantly.

Later after all his guests left the Composer turned to Calypso. "Why don't we just get married?" he asked her.

"I.....I can't." Calypso ran out of the room and upstairs to her chambers slamming the door.

"Calypso, Calypso, can we talk about this?" the Composer demanded. There was no answer he threw open the door He gasped in horror Calypso's plump face was rotting off, he saw a worm in her left cheek, and gagged from the strong odor. Her shoulder, her leg, all of it was deteriorating.

"No, no I never wanted yee ta see me like this." She hid her face.

"You were hiding this." he gasped.

"Faerie glamour," she admitted sadly.

"This is because you stopped feeding on me," the Composer realized in horror.

"Things don't have ta change, let me put me glamour on, and we'll forget this ever happened." Calypso smiles at him.

"No, we can't, one of us has to die," he realized.

"Now you see why I can't marry yee. I don't even belong ta meself." Calypso said somberly.

"You hide all that pain for my sake," the man said in awe.

"A proper lady never complains," she said with a laugh that almost sounded like a sob.

"Take it, take my energy," the man insisted.

"You'll go mad and then you'll die!" Calypso shook her head fiercely.

"And if I live it'll be with the knowledge I watched the women I love to die in slow agony." He took her hands "It'll be a short life, and it won't be easy, but I'll have you and that's all I need." the Composer vowed.

"Is that really what ya want?" Calypso asked him

"Yes." She placed her hands gently on his temples and he felt her slowly sucking the energy out of him, however, the only thing he focused on was how her face was filling out and her rich auburn hair curled down to her neck as it once had. She released him and he swung her around laughing as she kissed him. Feeling swept up in the moment he took out the very thing he had wanted to show her—a ring.

"Calypso, my muse, will you marry me?" he asked.

"I can't have children," she told him. "Mothers are wives, and wives are mothers," she added.

"My career is too demanding for children, anyway," the composer argued.

" I...." he cut her off.

Yes, yes I know how things are done. Honey, we have to face facts, we are not a conventional couple." he informed her.

"Maybe we could bend the rules just a tiny bit," Calypso conceded.

That's my girl!" the Composer cheered kissing her again.

"Now about the wedding," she started.

"I know I know Ladies domain," the Composer said.

"I was thinking maybe we could plan it together," she said hopefully.

"Yes, our first event as husband and wife," he agreed.
The end