Carnival
Temari is a connoisseur of masks.
But these masks are not tangible. Handcrafted, yes, elaborate and beautiful and grotesque, yes, but not touchable. Never that.
Her masks are faces. She puts them on. She takes them off. She scours them for dirt, for cracks, for flaws.
She wears them to survive. She wears them because she believes she ( Read more... )
But these masks are not tangible. Handcrafted, yes, elaborate and beautiful and grotesque, yes, but not touchable. Never that.
Her masks are faces. She puts them on. She takes them off. She scours them for dirt, for cracks, for flaws.
She wears them to survive. She wears them because she believes she ( Read more... )
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It’s an old story, about an angel who cannot return to heaven after the man who becomes her husband steals her feathered robe, and she’s read it to him many times before, but it hasn’t lost its appeal.
If that's a Ceres reference, +20 for sneaky incest references!
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*adds to memories*
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