Tare
Tare [tair] Romance, Courtship, Zephyr | ❧ Played by Niyx | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Appearance: Medium height and light of build, Tare is a very graceful being – though whether one sees hir as a god or a goddess is entirely to their own decisions. Appearing in the late teens to early twenties, xe is highly androgynous with hir basic form a slender youth with short, dark brown hair and dark eyes. Xe wears a light colored, loose sweater with a wide neck which leaves one of hir shoulders bare, and comfortable capri style pants in an light tan. Hir shoes are comfortable sandals with a slight heel, and xe wears woven hemp for bracelets and a necklace with a small, gold charm. Tare has a tendency to only appear as a breath of wind or movement of air when xe doesn't feel like showing hir face or when xe dislikes someone. Xe will never not appear at all when called though. Characteristics: Elusive, gentle, capricious, emotional, voyeuristic, polyamorous, easily miffed, passive aggressive, ingenuous. Likes: Watching people, positive emotional connections and responses, happy endings, fresh scents, freedom of movement. Dislikes: Prostitution, marriages of convenience, emotionless or cold people, unclean things, stagnant air, entrapments. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Shrine: A wisteria vine grows in the corner of the room with a delicate wind chime suspended within it. A simple metal hoop with four twisted glass bars hanging in the center of it. Ritual: Blow softly across the chimes to call hir. Xe may or may not appear physically, but if xe is present and listening, the chimes will continue to ring softly as though caught in a gentle breeze. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No, no. Spoiling cannot soften the gloating I shall face.
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It is for them, however, that I hoped to see you, if you don't mind business amongst pleasure.
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I'm... not sure how. That's the difficult part.
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[thinks] Though... if you'd like to share chocolates with them, that may work too. I do think just being close with them just now is terribly important.
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[taps hir chin a moment]
If you wanted to give them something as a gesture that you would always be with them... a ring or necklace might work.
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You know, a necklace. Perhaps a single charm on it, a star. A symbol of hope, after all.
[He bites his lower lip, thinking about it.]
For three...
[He takes out a strange wind instrument, it looks like a pan flute of some variety. His fingers run along the surface.]
It is something that ... well, has represented an identity for me. It has always been important and dear.
Is it enough?
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Yes, that is how it should be played. That exactly.
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I will take this, yes, and I will hold it for you. If you ever feel the need or desire to reclaim it, know that it will always be here. If you ever wish to listen to it again, or to play it yourself, come to me, and we will share the joy of it.
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I will come by, to listen to your song, now and then, if you should feel like setting it to the air.
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[Xe holds up a hand with a tender, happy smile, and the air stirs above it. Three identical necklaces appear in the air, turning slowly over hir palm]
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You HAVE been paying attention.
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I do try. Do you wish them wrapped?
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I think that will work.
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[He thumbs them, a little smile, quiet and honest. Before putting them aside.]
Talk to me, my friend, how have you been doing?
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I'm worried... scared. I don't... I don't want to see a repeat of our history here.
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A little ruckus is okay. Is that what the glitter is from?
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