LIFE GIVER

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

      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.   ❞

    “  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.

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.

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.     ”

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).