sansarika:

“A little annoying, hmm. Explains how easily I get frustrated with myself.” Sonia’s smile fades a bit, though her eyes are still amused. “You are different, and that is a good thing. Given who I am, what more am I than human? Fatally, awfully human, human a billion times over?” Her head tilts to one side, as she considers the words she’s just spilled. “Immortality is nothing but a function of mine. Again, I cannot speak for you, but I think there is some humanity that keeps me this way. It’s not a bad thing, I think. Yes, annoying at times, but.”

Carefully listening, they closely note the way Sonia’s expression seems to change a bit. There is something intriguing about the way that she describes herself as being fatally human many times over. It’s a trait that they’ve observed in many representatives – almost a natural function of being who they were. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing for your kind either. Given how directly connected the fate of people are to you – it makes sense to have some kind of humanity that keeps those of your station in the way that they are.”

sansarika:

“You are something else,” Sonia chuckled, though she’d been listening with intent. “That all sounds like it could come in handy. Most with moral lifespans are quite impatient — dealing with them is a hassle.”

“But, you know, perhaps it’s only me who gets so impatient with impatience. I can’t speak on your behalf, perhaps, but I’m only human. Nothing more than functionally immortal.” With a grin: “I think you’re beyond us all, Saima.”

Saima could only return a playful smile. After all, it’s not their fault that Sonia had used a rather accurate adjective to describe them – why not have a little fun with it. It was all too fitting to possibly ignore it. “They are quite impatient and it gets the best of them sooner rather than later. It’s just a little annoying to witness how they’ll never learn from that impatience.”

They shake their head. “I can assure you – you’re not the only one who gets impatient with impatience. I have encountered quite a few with the same trait.  It’s understandable really.” A pause,  “Beyond us all? I suppose in a literal sense that’s true.”

sansarika:

“I don’t do it just for myself, and I think this is a reminder why I do it for other people too.” A moment of hesitation, and she grins before she takes out another sweet from the cornucopia and bites into it. “Well. I still have to partake in it myself too.”

Saima chuckles a little bit. “Of course. You certainly deserve to benefit from the fruit of your labor. I’m just grateful that you bothered to share this with people at all.” Although they knew sharing was likely part of the enjoyment, they still felt lucky to have gotten to try some of this.

sansarika:

“You think so? I think I spent too much time making too many sweets. Then again, it’ll be another year before I have the opportunity to make food that everyone wants to eat.” Another smile, at that. “I’m glad you’ve partaken.”

“Well, I suppose having some extra sweets doesn’t seem to be too bad of a situation. Especially since it’s likely that there are opportunities to share. At least more than usual.“ They smile in return. “Glad I was able to help you out a little bit. And I appreciate you making these treats.“

sansarika:

“Don’t just try them, eat them all if you wish!” Now, this is the kind of help she appreciates. “The silver ones are called katli. If I can offer you some more insight, the best ones after them are the white ones, and then the green and red ones.”

“Of course.“ Saima returns a smile before picking out some of each color. “Katli, nice.“ They don’t hesitate to eat one -enjoying the way it tastes and nodding. 

“What are the other ones called?” They ask after the first before proceeding to snack on the other treats.

sansarika:

“Well. Diwali is over, and I can’t eat all of these sweets by myself. Don’t be afraid to take some — do I look like the type to poison them? My favourites are the silver ones.”

“The silver ones you say. I’d be glad to try some of these. Just to help you. “ And to indulge some of that taste for sweets that they have. 

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  “During the national awakening, I definitely kept the company of a ton of writers and was able to share some of my earliest memories from my physical form. Of course, it was taken to just be stories – but they were much more accurate than most people would be aware of.

Worth noting that my earliest memories aren’t even of the land but of the mythos regarding the creation of the world. So I guess you could say I’m connected to a place where those origin stories are all true and how that connects to this world. ”

sansarika:

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“Something about you has changed, Saima.” There’s a knowing sparkle in her eyes, but Sonia puts a hand on her chin and plays the fool the way she knows how. “Did you get a haircut? It looks good on you if you did, although that wouldn’t be much of a change, really.”

  Saima returns a smile – somehow glad that Sonia seems to have picked up on a major difference. In the way that they carry themselves and radiate a more natural, otherworldly presence.

“A haircut? No, not really. But I’ve been changing the way I live and carry myself. I’ve stepped out of a role that I’ve been playing for a bit and so you might see a side of me that I’ve been hiding for some time.“

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MILK  &  HONEY                POETRY  RP  STARTERS  BY  RUPI  KAUR.
PART 1.   FEEL  FREE  TO  MODIFY  PRONOUNS.

❛    we  are  capable  of  love  but  choose  to  be  toxic.   ❜ 

❛    you  have  a  sadness  living  in  places  sadness  shouldn’t  live. ❜

❛    i’m  difficult  to  forget  and  not  easy  for  the  mind  to  follow.  ❜

❛    you  are  a  war.   ❜

    

❛    every  revolution  starts  and  ends  with  his  lips.   ❜

❛    the  truth  is..  you  make  me  speechless  ❜

❛    he  makes  my  tongue  so  weak  it  forgets  what  language  to  speak  in.  ❜

❛    what  drives  you  crazy?  what  keeps  you  up  at  night?  ❜

❛    so  that’s  what  you  do..  you  command  attention.  ❜

❛    you  look  like  you  smell  of  honey  and  no  pain.  ❜

     

❛    i  always  get  myself  into  this  mess.  ❜

❛    i’m  a  dreamer  and  that  will  be  the  death  of  me.  ❜

❛    you  were  so  distant.  i  forgot  you  were  there  at  all.  ❜

❛    don’t  mistake  salt  for  sugar.  if  he  wants  to  be  with  you.. he will.  ❜

      

❛    you  were  temptingly  beautiful       but  stung  when  i  got  too  close.  ❜

❛    don’t  come  here  with  expectations  and  try  to  make  a  vacation  out  of  me.  ❜

❛    the  thing  worth  holding  on  would  of  never  let  go.  ❜

❛    love  made  the  danger  in  you  look  like  safety.  ❜

❛    i  don’t  grieve..  i  shatter.  ❜

      

❛    when  i’m  angry,  i  don’t  yell        i  burn.  ❜

❛    we  began  with  honesty.  let  us  end  in  it,  too.  ❜

❛    your  voice  alone  drives  me  to  tears.  ❜

❛    like  a  broken  promise..  let  it  go.  ❜

❛    our  backs  tell  stories  no  books  have  have  the  spine  to  carry.  ❜

 

❛    you  were  a  dragon  long  before  he  came  around  and  said  you  could  fly.  you  will  remain  a  dragon  long  after  he’s  left.  ❜

❛    the  world  gives  you  so  much  pain,  and  here  you  are  making  gold  out  of  it.  ❜

    

❛    you  split  me  open  in  the  most  honest  way  there  is.  ❜

   “Singing as a habit got instilled in me really young, especially during work that had to be done. There are still records of working songs that would be sung as a group while accomplishing some task or another. I guess it was a way to communicate and get through the large amounts of labor that being a laborer and worker of the land required. I still carry that habit to this day of singing while I work, although I tend to do that more when I’m working from home these days. ”