[X] It is a Man's Face [X] Grief [x] A crude flintlock, old and familiar in your grip, yet it feels wrong for you to be the one that wields it. It evokes Loss.
[X] It is a Woman's Face [X] Grief [X] A smooth pebble, perfectly shaped to fit into your palm, yet it seems to slip slightly no matter how you hold it. It evokes Innocence.
[X] It is a Woman's Face
[X] Joy [X] A smooth pebble, perfectly shaped to fit into your palm, yet it seems to slip slightly no matter how you hold it. It evokes Innocence.
[X] It is a Man's Face [X] Rage [X] A heavy crescent wrench, so large it takes two hands to lift, it does not feel as though it should be a weapon, yet it tells you that it is. It evokes Desperation.
[X] It is a Woman's Face [X] Rage [x] A crude flintlock, old and familiar in your grip, yet it feels wrong for you to be the one that wields it. It evokes Loss.
[X] It is a Woman's Face [X] Grief [x] A broken-tipped knife, speckled with dots of dried blood and rust, yet its presence is a comfort. It evokes Protectiveness.