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Scheherazade in Blue Jeans
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Blogathon: Cicatrix 
1st-Aug-2010 04:30 am
Hearth
He ties he mask for you, and you release the hair you'd been holding up, let it hide the ribbons. His mask is black leather and sharply angled. He looks severe and unfamiliar. If you hadn't seen him get dressed, you might not recognize him. You wish he wasn't wearing it, wish you could just see his face, but it is a masquerade. A charity event a friend of his is running. So you are dressed in the colors he has chosen, and you are hidden behind leather.

You might not recognize yourself, either. But you've been feeling quite a lot of that these days.

You have shaped yourself around a structure that is dissolving. You know what not to do - you know not to build your world around Aaron. You know to build it upon yourself.

But how do you do that when you have little to no sense of self, when you surprise yourself in the mirror even maskless?






(Ignore the pic of me, it'll look better on you, I can't deal with cameras at the best of times and sans glasses I don't even know where to look.)


Exquisite handmade imp mask in coppery leather by ioianthe of The Uncommon Facade. Ties with a ribbon for maximum adjustability!

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The last two hours have been gigglefits and singalongs.
Comments 
1st-Aug-2010 10:03 am (UTC)
Obviously, the sleep deprived need a sing-along song for children with short attention spans.
1st-Aug-2010 12:08 pm (UTC)
"little to no sense of self"--yes. I felt that way for so long.
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