#sephar

So I started reading the fanfic Miracle Child by @bramblepatch and fell in love with it. I mainly focused on the Indigo Bloods in this “as vines” video I made for it because I love her OCs and story so much.

Ruetto by far has the best ass.  It’s round, it’s plush, it’s got padding, it’s a feature that she really takes quite a bit of pride in, as a matter of fact.  She’s got a nice, slightly chunky hourglass shape lately.  And there’s really nothing she likes more than wearing outfits that make it all the more obvious.

Sephar works very hard to have a nice butt.  Good exercise, a killer diet, and an active lifestyle does wonders, really.

Oh boy, that’s tough.  

Speaking naturally, Denauriel has the biggest romantic streak in him.  He’s probably the only one who’ll be charming and sweet with absolutely no ulterior motive.  If he knows it’ll put a smile on a partner’s face to be given roses or chocolates, he’ll do it just to do it.

On the other hand, Sephar is probably the most connivingly romantic fellow on my character select screen.  He’ll turn the charm up to eleven if he thinks it’ll get him somewhere, and even if it doesn’t, he’ll put up the act long enough to be graceful and then quietly lose interest.

But as far as hopeless romantics go, Sai’bariel is definitely the epitome of a classic hopeless romantic, fairy-tale devouring young lady, often with her head in the clouds, dreaming of some fantasy or another where a charming, rogue-ish but good-hearted fellow sweeps her off her feet and into an airship to be one with the sky.~

Sephar* was born to two humans, so it came as a surprise to everyone when they had distinctly elven pointed ears. The midwife is quickly hushed and Sephar’s parents pretend that Sephar’s ima, Ruti, has miscarried and on the very same day his tatti, Yacov, found a small elven child abandoned in the village square.

“a sign from the maker,” Yacov calls it.

Sephar grows up learning about the One God in secrecy. “They are the parent of Andraste,” they teach, “As they are the parent of us all. You must understand that only the people of the book are taught of the One God, and there are those out there that would harm you for knowing about them. Do not tell a soul, Sephechka**.”

Sephar doesn’t tell a soul.

But Yakov dies, and Sephar, along with their ima, is kicked out of the village with only the clothes on their back.

Ruti helps her child bury her husband’s body***, and says the mourning prayers**** from the book she carries with her everywhere, carefully handlettered letters in a long dead language on old yellowed paper.

She walks with her child for seven days, but on the eighth, her body gives up the fight against the bitter cold snow.

Her last words are “Hear me, my people, god is our lord, god is one*****.”

Sephar carefully removes the prayer book from her too cold fingers. They bury her. They stand above the grave, tears frozen to their face and say the ancient prayers, just as their ima taught them.

It takes another seven days****** to reach the next village.

Sephar stumbles into Haven, cold, wet, unhappy, fingers clenched around the precious prayer book. A stranger approaches, but the buzzing in Sephar’s ears is too loud. They collapse, book pressed against their chest.

They wake up sometime later. They have been wrapped in warm blankets and their clothes have been changed. Their book is comfortingly within reach next to the straw pallet that they have been put on.

Sephar takes their time getting up, but they must get up. They know it’s a miracle that they haven’t been lynched by those who know less than they do. Sephar stumbles out of the room, book in hand, blanket wrapped securely around them.

There’s yelling from the next room, and Sephar knows better than to enter, but it sounds like someone is in pain.

They open the door.

There is a ball rolling toward them.

They reach out to stop it.

The woman is saying something, but they can’t hear. The world is green light and all they can do is hold on to their ima’s book as the world dissolves into nothing.

“Hear me, my people, god is our lord, god is one,” they say.

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EDIT: whoops, forgot it isn’t common knowledge, ‘ima’ is hebrew for mother and ‘tatti’ is (I think) yiddish for father. ‘Abba’ is hebrew for father (pronounced ah-bah, please do not mention abba, the band)

*Sephar is not, as far as I know, an actual name. I took it from ‘sephardi’ which are jews descending from spain, portugal, italy, greece. Ruti and Yakov are 100% real names.

**Sephechka is a russian diminutive style nickname, taking a shortened version of a person’s name and then adding a cute little sound after that. I’m not sure when I fell in love with this nicknaming style, but it’s really common among my russian friends. Plus, I like the implication that someone in Sephar’s family tree is not purely ‘sephardi’ (or the Thedosian equivalent) and hails from a place where such conventions are common.

***jews are buried as soon as possible, no waiting around.

****this is called ‘kaddish’ and is usually said with a congregation. But Sephar and Ruti don’t have a congregation and saying it with meaning is better than not saying it at all.

*****This is a tweaked translation of the shema, one of the most important of the jewish prayers. It is said twice a day, once upon waking up and once before going to sleep. Sometimes it is said additional times if one is praying in synagogue. The words of the shema are ‘shema yisrael [G-D] elohainu [G-D] echad’, literally ‘hear, oh israel, the lord is our god, the lord is one’. Obvs I couldn’t use that in a world with different religious building blocks and context to ours, so I tweaked it to make sense in the DA world.