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Token of Love Meme

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.

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[OOC: Bird version unavailable for smut, but available on request for fluff.]

His token is modest. A mourning dove feather tied to a beaded string. It could be used as a bookmark, and it can be tied around hair or a wrist as an accessory when one is in between books.

"I don't need it. I always remember which page I'm on." His voice and face are as flat and inexpressive as usual when he gives it. "So you should have it."

Nageki's feelings can rarely be read from face or tone. He won't even say how he feels most of the time. It's the gestures that matter, and the gesture is his way of expressing his love.

Edited 2015-01-23 07:24 (UTC)

[SURPRISE. It's a manifesto on mage freedom!!

okay no it's not, not unless someone actually wants that. Anders doesn't have an awful lot to offer and he's aware of that, so the offered gift of a simple gold earring holds a different sort of meaning.]

It was a gift from a good friend many years ago. I'd like you to have it.

[[can also personalise gifts to characters with a bit of an idea of what they're like. Also open to gift swaps or just receiving.]

[It's not like she's used to getting gifts or anything. The last time she'd received anything of real value, it'd been the mansion and before that, probably a chewed up book from her dog. But this is... Well, it's a surprise, all right. She's half-protesting before she even knows what it is.]

Anders, you don't have to do that--

[But she takes the earring carefully in her fingers, the gold shining brightly even after years of use and wear, when she's certain he's run through the worst of the world to find the freedom he sought.

Hawke lifts her gaze to his.]

I... I don't know what to say. You're certain you want to part with it?

I want to.

[It's said simply and he's pleased with how she takes it despite protests, curling her fingers around it as though it's worth far more than it seems.]

You've given me everything, love. You've been by my side for years despite everything I've put you through and everything that's happened, I wanted to give you something that shows how much that means to me.

[Reaching out, he presses his hand against hers, the ring caught between their palms.]

I cannot tell you enough how much everything you do means to me. I love you, with everything I have left to give.

[Gifts are something Meallan enjoys giving, he likes finding out what a person likes enough to pick out the best gift he can find. It's a reward on its own, really, even if it's just something small like a favourite snack from a city stall.

But this one is different. It's... personal, and he's spent hours working on it in the privacy of his room and finally it's finished. It's a piece of halla horn, carefully traded for from another clan and carved with intricate patterns. He's no sculptor, so it's rather simplistic, but the effort is there and he's pleased enough with how it came out. It's a bit more difficult to find something to wrap it with, but he manages to scrounge a little paper without raising too much suspicion, and with it hidden away he approaches the intended recipient.]

Do you happen to have a moment? I wanted to give you something.

[[open to playing as companion type instead and also coming up with other gifts for other characters.]]

[Skyhold was big and far from home - so Bramen took what comforts he could. He was often found near the stables, tending to the harts and talking to stablemaster Dennet about the care of them. He hated seeing them in the paddock but he knew Skyhold was hardly fit for them to roam. He made sure Meallan took them out whenever possible.

Meallan made it easier to settle. Bramen knew his twin missed their clan just as much as he did. Everything turned upside-down at the conclave, since Meallan was granted the power to seal rifts. It couldn't be easy for him and Bramen knew that. The burdens his brother carried now weren't ones he could carry alone. He'd help him in whatever ways he could.

Helping in the stables was the best Bramen could offer. He hoped it was enough.

He didn't hear his brother approach at first. He sat on the edge of a fence, stroking the nose of a red hart inside the paddock. He cooed softly to the doe, smiling warmly as the animal made soft grunts of approval.]

I'll see if I can get you an apple from the kitchens today. [He stroked under the hart's chin, chuckling softly. His long ears gave a faint twitch at the sound of someone approaching now, turning his head just as Meallan began to speak.]

A moment? For you, of course I do.

[He shifted and moved to climb off the paddock fence, landing on his feet before Meallan, folding his arms loosely over his chest, canting his head.]

And... You don't need to give me anything, Meallan. [But he was curious about what it could be.]

[Of course his brother was with the harts; Meallan often teased him that he should move his bedding into the stables, then he could sleep with them as well, but he privately hoped the Bramen never did that. They'd spent most of their childhood together, so he'd insisted on a spare bed moved to his (overly large in his opinion) apartments so they could share a space again. It wasn't much like being back with the clan, but it helped.

It helped even more that Bramen had stayed as well. He knew his brother could have left, returned to the clan easily, while that option was denied Meallan. So it helped that his brother had chosen not to and wanted to stay with him instead. That was why he'd thought that the gift might be able to say what he could not.]

I know I don't. [He smiled, reaching out to affectionately elbow the other elf.] But you didn't need to stay either and I wanted to give you something to say thank you.

[With that he produced the wrapped gift and offered it to the other man.]

So are you going to take it or not?

[Reaching out, Bramen took the package his twin had wrapped up, holding it and feeling it with his hands, trying to make out what it could be beneath that paper. He looked up to smile at his twin before unwrapping it, his expression turning to something humbled and calm as he saw what was inside. Humbled, calm, brow creased as that smile changed from something playful to something so much more genuine.

He pulled the horn out of the paper, discarding the wrapping as he looked over the antler. He held it carefully, blinking a bit as he took in the sight, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.]

You got this from the Dalish clan we met in the Plains - didn't you?

[He said it quietly, turning the antler over again in his hands. His fingers traced along the carvings in it, recognising them immediately. They weren't marks from that other clan - the way this one had been shaped, the way pieces had been carved from the horn, they were marks of the Lavellan clan. Meallan had carved it himself.]

These marks - they remind me of home.

[He traced his thumb along the raised edges, around the shape of a rune his twin had carved into the base. No one else would have truly understood the sentiment of it - but Bramen did. He recognised the rune, one of the few he could understand. This one was a symbol for lightning, for flashes in the sky. It had been the first rune that Meallan learned.

As he turned the antler over again, his brow creased again, smile broadening. That warmth only spread further across his chest, fingers tracing another shape back here - not a rune but a common Elvhen symbol. A symbol to represent the halla, a symbol they would carve into trees for other elves. A sign an area was a good grazing area, a safe space for a herd. Bramen had carved this countless times in their travels.]

Meallan... I don't know what to say.

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