Mistress Mace Flutterly

You don’t see me but you will
I am not invisible
I am here

~Bono “Invisible”

Don't get your panties in a knot, Mistress IK. This work is merely in progress. And the tale? Plenty of time to get weirder and perhaps creepier still.

Don’t get your panties in a knot, Mistress IK. This work is merely in progress. And the tale? Plenty of time to get weirder and perhaps creepier still.

She never realized, nor dared guess a hazard, how utterly, simply, refreshingly, strangely compellingly easy it would be to live without a face.

Once you’ve gone faceless, you never go back.

(Hmm…does that sound creepy or is it just me? And how many adverbs can I squeeze into one sentence? These, along with dozens more questions will not be answered in this tale.)

Like the many others who are not included in this doodle, Mistress Mace Flutterly has no face. Or per asp (ha! hah!) I should say, no true face of her own. She collects them, you see. Keeping them in closets, drawers, hatboxes, candy dishes, or wherever else may captivate her fancy. Sometimes she hangs them with satin ribbons, tying them into bold, beautiful, belligerent bows, making these flipping fine faces into marvelously meticulous, mythically macabre masks.

“Masks are quite useful,” Mistress Flutterly says to no one in particular, as there is no one, Dear Reader but you and I. “You never know when you might need a dozen or so.”

Not one to be wasteful, she makes use of the faces she collects: wearing this one, then that, depending entirely upon her mood.

“It is so very difficult to decide,” She sighs with mild aggravation.

So she changes them often, as another lady might change her bonnet or scarf.

“And why keep them as they are? They’re already changed from their previous form. I’ll just add a touch more elegance or perhaps a dash of glitzy bling.”

Switching from mask to mask can be great fun, but decorating them is what really fills her heart with a red velvet pleasure.

“This one deserves a slash of silver glitter across her forehead,” She may chuckle to herself.

It could be silver is not her colour of the day. Mayhap she’s in the market for a few ruby red sequins, and will painstakingly pin hundreds, each with great care to a tiny, pointy chin. Then again she may lose herself completely and positively festoon an entire visage with rare jeweled cabochons.

And of these particularly peculiarly ornamented faces, she chooses her favourites, filing them away in an onerous armor. She could never part with a one for they’re all far too adorable.

And what say you? Wouldn’t you like a spare mask or two? Mayhap you already do.

How to acquire them, you may understandably wonder. How has Mistress Mace Flutterly obtain this copious number of the best faces that she can then wear like masks and merry spacers?

I really daren’t ask, but if a lapse in judgment I should suffer, I’d be certain from these lips the truth I’d never dream to utter.

© 2015 Intricate Knot

7 thoughts on “Mistress Mace Flutterly

  1. Mistress Mace and Her marvellous masks. I bet she’d loved to have been in Venice at a masked ball. Can you imagine the fun she’d have had. Changing masks to suit her mood, each one more beguiling. My mask is Max Factor. I find that the generous application of kohl eyeliner, a crafty smear of blusher and a good covering of foundation hides a multitude of sins. But that sounds rather dull compared with MM’s veritable stash of custom made ‘visages’ xoxo

  2. Ooooooo. Masks. They are marvelous and I think it is wonderful that Mistress Mace collects them and WEARS them all. Too many just pick the one and wears it until it is falling right off from overuse!

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