TOKEN of LOVE meme

[seethers]

TOKEN of LOVE meme

What you have here is nothing special. A trifle, really. From the outside looking in, most people would think this item someone gave you was worth very little. Could you blame them for thinking that way? Even if the trinket is something like jewelry, it can't mean too much - yet to you, it means the world. The one who gave it to you is the person you love most, so its value to others doesn't even register. What only deepens your appreciation is that, whether directly or indirectly, they proved your feelings are returned by giving you this token.

Only to you. No one else. For that reason, it's one of a kind and priceless.

This item could be a gift picked out just for you or a precious possession of theirs they decided to give to you. Maybe they want it back; maybe it's yours to keep forever and ever. Its purpose could be to show the world you all are together or a simple, kind gesture. Did they give you a long confession in combination with your gift? It's possible they didn't even think much of their action at the time, and you've put all the meaning into it - ie, it was a piece of clothing they let you use to keep warm or some cloth they tore for a bandage.

In the end, the circumstances don't detract from how much you treasure this meaningful token...and what it represents, you never want to lose.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preference, etc.
• DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. Why? Because your character is the one giving the characters who respond their gift or token. So describe what your character could or would give. If in doubt, bullshit! BLANK COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED.
• Reply to others.
• Thread.

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Inquisitor Lavellan - Dragon Age: Inquisition - f/m

[daharel]

[Lilwyn's gifts are always handmade. Those to her companions are their preferred weapons -- save for Varric who, instead, gets bolts for Bianca that are handmade. The wood and metal are crafted by her hand.

For the extra special, those that truly mean a lot to her get something even more personalized. The wood is carved or the metal etched with her own depictions of Dalish lore.]

fenris | dragon age

[moping]

( fenris' tokens would probably end up being things he found during his travels. little carved statues or paintings or even weapons - all of these that he would never admit to purposefully saving with any care. he's more likely to shrug it off as nothing.

if you happen to be hawke, he'll attempt to write a note. in terrible, crabbed writing that he probably worked on for a long time. )

ayyy I hope this is okay :o

[hawkethis]

[But who looks at that writing and doesn't tear up a little when they know? When they were there?

Marian, clearly, who is not crying. Not in any way, or shape, or form, and that choked up sound is absolutely allergies and not anything at all otherwise.

Alright fine. She knows that's a lie. She knows that Fenris undoubtedly knows that's a lie. But she doesn't want to make too much out of it, not now. Not when things are finally working, and she's still afraid of a misstep (especially knowing how prone she is to foot=in-mouth syndrome).

She is, however, going to keep this. Forever. Until the parchment wears thin at the creases and edges, and the ink is no longer legible. (And maybe even then until there's simply nothing left at all.)]

It's gotten better.

[Because remarking on this like it's a lesson and not a too-heartfelt gesture is safe. Even if the absolutely-not-at-all tearing up says something entirely different, thank you very much.]

it's perfect ;u;

[moping]

( reading and writing is more difficult than he had imagined it to be, and there are days when fenris denounces it altogether. those are the days when the words elude him, when they may as well be nonsensical scrawling on a page for all the meaning they impart on him.

but he also thinks about how reading was always denied to him. how it was considered to be above his station, and maybe there's a little bit of satisfaction to that.

his letters are clumsy and he'd stained his fingers with ink. the note is simple enough, short despite the time he had taken to labor on it.

Hawke,

I am writing you a letter so you can take it with you wherever you go. It only needs to say one thing. I love you.

Fenris. )

My writing? I doubt that. But thank you.

[hawkethis]

[She shakes her head, and takes one of his ink-stained hands in her own.]

No. Thank you.

[Her easy compliments pale in comparison to this labor of love she's been given, after all.]

And you can tell doubt to take the night off, because it's true.

[And objectively it is, when those letters used to make no sense at all. Hawke's proud, however much he tries to downplay it. A habit she'll never say she picked up from her mother.]

marian hawke | dragon age

[hawkethis]

[Hawke's tokens are always, always overthought and far more sentimental than she lets on. At first, they'll seem completely random, small trinkets found in shops in alleyways, books she finds in shops that shouldn't exist (and certainly never copper marigolds, those are a TERRIBLE idea). Others are small remnants of memories from Lothering, like a tattered old scarf that she'll never say belonged to anyone but her.

Hawke's gifts, essentially, define "well-intentioned, but not always well received."]

[spectraled]

[ fenris has always assumed that the books she brings him are nothing more than an encouragement to keep practicing his reading -- and by now, he's started to accumulate quite the stack of them. they're the only thing in danarius' mansion (besides his own armor and his sword) that it looks like he puts any care into maintaining; neatly stacked on the only table he's bothered to clear of dust and debris, his place in them always carefully bookmarked instead of dog-eared, spines never broken. even the older books are cared for painstakingly, the ones with ink so faded that he can scarcely sound out the words, bindings threatening to crumble with even the smallest amount of pressure.

he isn't used to gifts -- giving or receiving -- he wears her family's crest on his best, her scarf on his wrist, and that's always been more than enough for him. ... but the books are treasured, nonetheless, even if he won't let himself think about what she might be saying to him with each one.

the newest book is spread open between their laps, sitting nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with one another on one of the couches in the library of her family's estate. and he's reading aloud to her with his finger tracing his place over the words -- pace painstaking and halting, occasionally pausing to stumble over and carefully sound out some of the longer words. ]

... and he... pressed the man... for more answers, but... his own...

[ pausing. ... this word is unfamiliar, and sounding it out doesn't bring it immediately to mind.

f a t i g u e. ]

... this one. How do you say it?

the maker sent you i just know it

[hawkethis]

[Hawke isn't terribly subtle about what she's trying to say with any selection, but she doesn't push. She's learned where those boundaries lay, and she's not interested in testing them. What Fenris may or may not glean from the selection--some with more obvious meaning than others--or, at least, what he admits he gleans from it is up to him.

Alternately, there is one boundary she doesn't mind testing, and that's how many times she can keep giving him books until it's overbearing. If there's anything in Kirkwall that she succeeds in helping with, she's more than content with it being this.

She follows along with patience and doesn't mind the pace, she knows what's coming perhaps, but it's an altogether different experience when it's a shared one. And maybe (just maybe), she also revels in the warmth of their cozy arrangement. Another boundary Hawke doesn't push, but merely appreciates.

She "hmms" with a smile when he pauses, and looks down to see where he's halted.]

Fatigue.

[It's said with the air of an annoying Orlesian noble.]

And just like that, or it makes no sense at all.

[Teasing.]

Roj Blake | Blake's 7 | OTA

[down_and_safe]

(Blake has had his memories {and, arguably, his identity} wiped more than once in a tyrannical government's horrific attempts to dismantle his rebellions and discourage his followers, so tokens of his affection for you will tend to be things that would remind HIM of YOU, in hopes of triggering lost/locked memories of you in the event he gets mindwiped again... and, of course, a request of a 'vice versa' token from you for similar reasons. call him sentimental in a paranoid sort of way.

Barring that, probably something that simultaneously references his feelings for you AND recalls the culture of a free society {a poem written or sketch drawn on !!! REAL PAPER !!! and that sort of thing}, to remind you that he is fighting for the freedom to love amongst other things - because tbh, he is nothing without his Cause™ and if you are taking up with him, you are probably playing second fiddle to that, sorry. he's good at making excuses as to why, though.)

Zevran Arainai | Dragon Age : Origins | M/M

[antivan_leather]

[a golden earring from his very first assassination.]

isabela | dragon age | ota

[backstabbing]

[she calls herself a giver but she's never really been good at giving ~tokens of love~ because love's not for her, dammit!!

her gifts would probably something she can pass off as a casual gift. gold coins, jewelry, a pretty rock she found off the coast, anything she's picked up along her travels really because she's basically a magpie.]

i hope this is alright

[cremisius]

[The stone had a particular look to it that stood out to him, and he wasn't entirely sure why. When he'd seen it, it gave him a feeling that resonated with everything he held dear, everything that was home to him.]

It looks...

[It was odd to explain. He wasn't used to gifts. But he had a soft spot for unique items. It brought out the adventurer in him when looking at possible treasure.]

Interesting. Where'd you get it?

tagging me with one of my faves? of course it's alright!

[backstabbing]

[she's ordinarily a collector of all things shiny. coins, precious gems, jewelry...rocks were never quite her thing unless they held a promise or if they got caught in her boot and she never took it out of her pocket.

the stone she had given Krem was...the latter. but by her logic, her stay at Skyhold had only meant to be a short one, a quick visit to see an old friend, but it had turned to a longer one when weather became sour and she saw that the Inquisition had a bit more to offer.

and getting over the initial shock that was the qunari leader of the Chargers, she had gotten close to the crew, and to one in particular. and this closeness was....annoying.

much like the pretty rock in her boot. small, unintended, but easy to look at. there, see? logic. it all adds up but she won't have to say it.

she crosses her arms after handing it over to Krem, shrugging her shoulders and trying to play it off as casually as possible. she's avoiding telling him that she'd be ready to leave within the week.]

Oh you know...just happened upon it in my travels. I think I picked it up somewhere in Tevinter. The thing was caught in my boot for days so I couldn't tell you where, exactly [yes she keeps her boots on for that long sometimes, don't ask] but I couldn't just toss it, you know? I mean, look at that glisten. [there are opalescent veins running through the underside of the stone, in contrast to the otherwise dark smooth luster of a tumbled rock.] Too pretty to just toss overboard.

[spectraled]

[ he and isabela have never bothered to define what it is that they have -- other things have always been more pressing, and neither one of them are the sort rushing to tie themselves down with promises and pet names. it's enough to have the company, to have her sometimes curling warmly up in bed beside him. and the wild and free spirit within her is utterly infectious; something about just being around her is enough to make him feel truly free in a way that crushing danarius' heart in his fist never managed.

... and he is fond of her, it's almost impossible not to be.

in tevinter, it's the custom to wear the token of the person that you're... attached to. and while he's never been strictly traditional, it's always been something that's stuck with him ... the only problem? is that all the jewelry isabela seems to own is inherently flashy, and he's unable to picture himself wearing any of it without becoming the laughingstock of kirkwall.

so... yes. that's why he's currently sorting through her jewelry, picking up each piece one by one and squinting at it.]

[backstabbing]

[she's almost happy not having a definitive term for whatever this is. it's nice, simple, fun, and while she thinks of herself fast and free there's never been quite anything keeping her from having the same company in bed instead of her usual nightly happenstance. so long as you don't get too attached to the person which...well...

she won't think about it. it's simpler that way. she's attached to Fenris as a friend, after all, the same way she is with Hawke and with Merrill and with Varric. thing is, she's not sleeping with them, and her friendship with them doesn't quite have the same fuzzy warmth that being around Fenris has started to have. like a tall glass of the finest ale sitting low in her heart. psh. easily ignorable. it only means it's easy to indulge in his company, that's all.

so Fenris' presence in her room is hardly unexpected, it's anticipated (as evidenced by the bottle of wine in her hand and the two glasses she nicked from behind Corff's counter) but his poking around her jewelry box, picking each one up piece by piece? completely unexpected.

she watches him quietly as she leans against the door frame, finally clearing her throat and stepping through the threshold, setting the bottle of wine down and nudging the door closed with the heel of her boot.]

I didn't know you accessorized, sweet thing.

yukina ( yu yu hakusho ) ota

[crylittlesister]

( almost combo breaker?

anyway, yukina's token is a hiruseki stone, which, trying to avoid tl;dr here, is a gem formed from her own tears. it looks like this, ignore hiei. most of hers were harvested during the time period when she was captured and forced to cry, but it's possible she kept one with her. )

usagi tsukino ( sailor moon ) ota

[tiare]

( even though it makes no sense in a canon context, usagi's gift will be the star locket. it plays this music when opened.

i can also play princess serenity, if you'd like a more fantasy/medieval type setting. )

rapunzel ( tangled ) ota

[daydreaming]

( rapunzel doesn't have much of her own, so anything she'd give would probably have to be a piece of art or a homemade item she made. we can talk about it if you have a special request or idea! )

cullen | dragon age | ota

[detoxifying]

[ Cullen is hardly a man to give such things lightly. Still, his tokens of affection would bet be things that carry sentimental value, such as a lucky coin he's held onto since his training days (or maybe even something sentimental and practical, such as an old Templar shield). He does consider himself to be a rather practical man, and it almost certainly seems a little foolish.

Even still... ]

hope this works!

[riftmarked]

[Amazing how such a tiny, inconspicuous item could hold so much significance. They're to return to Skyhold in the morning, set out at first light, but Kore finds herself awake and turning the coin over her fingers. Had Cullen sat up at night, thinking of home and family, metal warming in his hands? Did he hold it for reassurance after the circle, after Kirkwall? After Haven?

Maker, maybe she should have insisted he keep it. As she sits by the campfire, she sighs, thumb rubbing the face of the coin. Maybe this is too much of a token to pass off.]

Inquisitor Trevelyan // Dragon Age // OTA

[unlikelyherald]

[Despite being of noble birth, Adella doesn't have much of value to give away fleetingly. When she was sent to the Circle most of her possessions were left behind. However with the funding of the Inquisition at her back she can buy things. Nothing silly or kitschy, but every gift she gives is carefully hand-picked, usually found after browsing stalls in Val Royeaux or examining the wares down by the docks in Redcliffe.

She does have a Trevelyan signet ring, which belonged to her older brother. She might give that to another, but only if they were significantly important to her. It would likely not be given lightly, considering it's the only thing she's carried with her from her noble past.]

Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age:Inquisition | ota

[virborassan]

[Elareth was a bit of a wanderlust when she was younger. Responsibility called her back to her clan sooner than she would've liked but as first to the Keeper, she had to do what was expected of her. In her travels, she collected many things, trinkets mostly. Pretty, unique stones carved into shapes and such.

Something that was cherished and held close to her heart was a piece of her first mage staff. If she tried, she could still call a small spark from it which pleased her to no end. Another item she held dear was a bracelet made for her by the Keeper. It rarely left her wrist but if someone was close enough to her, it would more than likely find its way onto theirs.]

~closed to whatmenfear.

[chasecatchfeed]

His heart aches, and why shouldn't it?

If he counts the days since Vlad had stolen him from his home near Highgarden in search of revenge, when he had spared his brother death, and then the time that the young Salvatore returned of his own choice... It's been over a year since they met. What was once a tumultuous relationship between captor and captive has grown into one of affection and admiration, strangely enough, where both parties are more than willing.

And now, Stefan hears the echoes that battle and he knows that it is not only Vlad's duty to ride out, but also his honor for his family. Perhaps also for Stefan in a way. Vlad has his enemies--House Draculesti as a whole does--and though Stefan isn't sure who his companion must meet, it doesn't matter. He will still be gone and in danger (and yes, he's a feared warlord and an accomplished swordsman, but--).

Stefan peers up when he hears the sound of Vlad's great horse stepping across the stones of the yard near the gate. The man is walking beside it, looking ready for battle, his expression hard and unwavering. And then, Stefan is sure the man sees him--and he's easy to pick out in the bright blue silk with those green eyes and sandy hair, surrounded by the drab stone.

The boy smiles softly and waits as Vlad slows before he approaches. He's not quite sure what to say as greeting--plenty was said (and also not said) during their previous night together in Vlad's bed. For some reason, nothing sounds right in his head now.

[whatmenfear]

It will not be a long battle, he has tried to assure himself. It is little more than a skirmish, in fact, except that his cousin Istavan hopes to make an impression on his enemies and what better way then to call upon the Impaler himself.

Frankly, the Monk is livid. The two brothers arguing well into the previous night. Matters of honor are one thing, matters of pride and glory another -- and even men such as he, surely, are deserving of such peace. Moreso now that he has a reason to stay.

But he cannot. Battle is something he understands and, more than that, he is good at it. And better, perhaps, that he go now before his resolve breaks entirely.

His thoughts are interrupted by a familiar flash of blue, and he turns, "I -- are you sure that you wish to be here?"

He had left the younger man with great reluctance that morning, still asleep in his bed. That he had come down to meet him was ...surprising, though not an unwelcome one.


"Did my brother send you to talk me round to my senses?" He asks, a wry curve to his mouth at the thought.

[chasecatchfeed]

"Of course I wish to be here," Stefan replies gently. Is Vlad really that surprised? "I am here."

He runs his hand along the length of the stallion's neck and then turns his full focus to his companion, still looking completely noble and far too young for his own good. He steps in closer and then slouches just a bit, reaching out to slide his hand over Vlad's impressive breastplate. "No, no one sent me. I came on my own. I wanted to..." Wish him luck? What is luck when the man has skill and experience on his side.

"I wanted to see you one more time before you left. That is all." Stefan stares into those familiar, stormy eyes. "Do you...wish for me to go back inside?"