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WHICH “EVIL” WOMAN FROM MYTHOLOGY / FOLKLORE ARE YOU ?
You are Sita from the Indian epic The Ramayana. Sita has long been thought of as symbolizing the "ideal woman", filled with devotion for her husband. She is the incarnation of the goddess Lakshmi and has an immense bond with nature. Sita is abducted and, once rescued, forced to undergo a purity trial by fire. In some versions, she dies in the fire; and in others, she survives, but is sent into exile because her subjects still think her impure. You have always behaved the way that you were expected to, and, as a result, you may not let people see the "real you". You are worried that people idealize you without bothering to get to know you. You may define yourself by your relationships, but you are more than that. You are resilient and kind and complex. You're worried that you'll never heal, but you will with time and distance.
TAGGED BY. @gloryreign
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I’m just glad you’re better.
gloryreign:
HAZEL GAZE TRAVELS TO THE OTHER THEN TO WHERE GESTURE POINTS – casting over the features of the dragon’s head without a general reaction as she simply sips of her own overpriced ale. though red lips pull into the beginnings of a smirk – a clear indication in lips && eyes that cast back to the speaker in question.
❝ i’d say you have my word on it – but part of me kind of wants to see how it’d play out. think you’d get equally as glamorous eyes installed ? maybe sapphires. ❞
meredith blinks in response, looking back towards the head. she remembers the day the dragon was felled and grimaces at the thought. “probably,” she replies in flat voice, though that tinge of AMUSEMENT remains, quiet and just this side of uncertain. “lapis, maybe. mine are not that sparkly.” gaze turns back to the woman beside her. “the dragon’s weren’t either, though, so i suppose realism is not so important.”
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kenobled:
“ Well, that certainly is handy. ” Obi-Wan maintains his concentration as he flicks his light saber, deflecting any projectiles coming towards them. Despite being in the heat of battle, the Jedi always found time to add a touch of humour to any situation.
“ We’re being overwhelmed. We should retreat, ” he adds but a moment later, as if the groan inducing pun hadn’t happened at all.
meredith BLINKS - a pun? now? she supposes she shouldn’t be surprised; friends have come up with worse in the heat of battle - and glances about them. she isn’t quick-witted enough to come up with a pun about HANDS in response and merely shrugs one shoulder beneath heavy plate mail, backing up a handful of steps.
“you might want to shield your eyes,” she recommends under her breath before focusing on the area before them. a hand - the flesh one, still hidden by a glove - motions quickly and she murmurs a prayer under her breath. the resulting pillar of flame before them stretches up to the sky and fills the air with heat and the thick smell of brimstone and the sound of screaming. meredith grimaces and glances behind them. “let’s run.”
starters / prompts taken from f. d. soul’s work , between you and these bones . feel free to change pronouns / tenses as necessary .
‘ the problem is you keep trying to use your eyes ’
‘ how i soften when you pull me against you ’
‘ you are teaching me to love ’
‘ i will pretend that i have not already heard the question in your eyes ’
‘ you perhaps will become my swan song ’
‘ it is a very human thing to love ’
‘ you are my good days ’
‘ i have been loved dearly ’
‘ i promise you will not always be this war ’
‘ thank god for the stubbornness of organs ’
‘ it takes me seven days to stop being in love with you ’
‘ there will always be another day ’
‘ there will always be another mercy ’
‘ perhaps i will take up dancing again ’
‘ what a pretty little disaster you will be ’
‘ i am terrified for you ’
‘ i will fold inside of myself ’
‘ today i am thankful ’
‘ i didn’t want to sleep because i didn’t want to wake ’
‘ come and get me ’
‘ i tell myself i do not need you ’
‘ i think i broke again last night ’
‘ i’m just trying to connect with you ’
‘ you are an ocean that will perhaps never stop crashing ’
‘ burn the house down in search of yourself ’
‘ don’t you dare ever stop looking ’
‘ i struggle not to feel guilty ’
‘ you are a wild , unkempt thing ’
‘ sometimes it is a very sad thing to be human and longing ’
‘ find that you are made of russian nesting dolls ’
‘ the trees are always kindest with spring comes ’
‘ teach yourself the hymns again ’
‘ he is every amen i have ever laid down on lips ’
‘ this life is an altar ’
‘ i am sorry i do not have more time ’
‘ there is a mountain in me ’
‘ by the morning i am a triumph ’
‘ there are words playing hooky in the back of your throat ’
‘ today is by far the most beautiful creature i have ever come across ’
‘ there are many things that will fit beneath your skin ’
‘ forgiveness does not take up much room ’
‘ some days you will breathe and it will be enough ’
‘ you do not have to hold it quite so tightly ’
‘ there is a prayer in me , still ’
‘ you scare me a little ’
‘ you can be a good thing and not a whole thing ’
‘ there are flowers in my chest again ’
‘ the rain comes and sounds like you ’
‘ i cannot tell you why i still trust god ’
‘ find peace and build a home out of it ’
‘ there is never an end ’
Gillian Flynn, Sharp Objects // Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
hvnblst:
CONSPIRATORIALLY, SHE LEANS CLOSE TO MEREDITH. having to bend a touch uncomfortably in addition to crouching down a little at the knees. “ i always cast purify food and drink anyway, ” then quickly straightening up her spine and conspicuously resuming her cleaning with twice the fervor. “ it doesn’t make it taste any good, but it does keep us from getting poisoned. so i wouldn’t worry too much about it, ” glowing eyes widen and she nudges meredith with her hip, smirking ever so slightly. “ and always chase each bite of vesper’s with something cassia gave you. it’s like a consolation prize. ” her reasoning behind encouraging her sister was much sadder; given how much they’ve lost, she would not deprive either of them of anything they set their minds to, so she endured burnt and under or over or poorly seasoned foods for the younger twin’s behalf.
“smart,” meredith nods, peering at the way diana has to bend and contort to get down to WHISPERING DISTANCE with amusement. even THINKING about how much gold diana must have had to spend to have this place built to her proportions makes meredith feel a little QUEASY - spending money on herself has never felt right. “and so is that.” meredith hasn’t the heart to tell vesper her food is AWFUL, and meredith has eaten WORSE. she is far from a good cook, anyways, and the meals are free and at least usually hot, so complaining would be ungrateful. “have you heard of any...JOBS lately? i’ve been thinking of going to the COMMUNITY BOARD and seeing if anyone needs anything done.” one of the HEROES OF ELTUREL doing mundane tasks like chasing goblins away from a farmstead or clearing out a cave of pesky monsters is always an ODD sight, but meredith is used to the whispers by now.
hvnblst:
PEOPLE DON’T DRINK ALE DURING THE DAY. it’s a sad fact that makes her day slower. though she ironically doesn’t drink it at all (can’t stand the stuff!!) it means she is stuck with scattered, few customers coming in to eat. which is why vesper had very generously offered to cook. even though her youngest sister was vastly incapable in the culinary arts, which is why she’d had vesper’s twin, cassia, also stationed to cook in the kitchen. the smell of the bad was overpowering the good. “ absolutely not. but i don’t have the heart to stop her from trying, ” she says casually, drying the inside of a tankard with a rag. “ i can only hope one day she’ll watch cassia and catch a hint, but… ” she shrugs, clearly unbothered. “ the most harm it does is to my tastebuds. she hasn’t successfully poisoned me. yet. i keep those spices where she can’t find them… like nutmeg. ”
“yet,” meredith echoes tonelessly, a brow arching as she watches diana cleaning tankards. after a beat - and a glance at the door to make sure no one is coming in - meredith abandons the pair of soft leather gloves on the bar-top and takes up a rag of her own before starting on another tankard. “she’ll find them EVENTUALLY. that girl is the nosiest i’ve ever met.” though there is no PLEASANT affect on her voice, meredith knows she doesn’t need to worry about diana reading any dislike for vesper in her words - they know each other better than that. “ - and she’s pretty good at getting into things you’re trying to HIDE. i’m thinking of getting a new LOCK for my room - she has been rummaging around in there and reading my letters.” luckily the letters aren’t much IMPORTANT. some from tamara, some from some of her friends at the temple, some from contacts from old jobs. “you have a better nose - warn me if she tries to feed me something laced with WORMWOOD.”

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bright eyes watch the door with the dull shine of one BORED with their job. it’s a slow day at the golden mammoth, and meredith is having a HARD TIME ignoring the itch that she should be doing something at the back of her mind. it always grows, albeit slowly, until meredith feels she might slide from this plane to another with the need to take up her sword and do SOMETHING TO HELP. it’s what got her through avernus. “slow day,” she comments aloud, turning her head to look at diana. vesper is in the back cooking GODS KNOW WHAT and meredith winces at the smell, “do you think what your sister is making will be EDIBLE?” @hvnblst
“the ale is overpriced,” meredith looks down into her own tankard before looking up with some measure of ALARM in her eyes that is only dulled with mild amusement, “ - don’t tell the owner i told you that. she’ll mount my head on the wall next to that.” head jerks to the GREEN DRAGON HEAD mounted on the wall of the tavern, rubies glittering from the eye sockets. @gloryreign
“it’s fine,” the REMNANTS of a glove are shaken off, chrome fingers below gleaming as she rolls them and tries not to look as uncomfortable as she feels with the hand EXPOSED. at least it was that arm that caught the BLAST and not the other, far more flammable one. “it can’t MELT.” @kenobled
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you were forged in FIRE and you rose from the ASHES, murder and mercy rolled into one; (WHICH WAY IS UP?). you long to be just HONEYED SKIN and SOFT CURLS, but beneath it all, your blood boils fiercely. you were born with HEAVEN and HELL already in you; (HOLY FIRE, HELL FIRE).
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