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🐑 (sheepishly) wrote in gooseberry,

Ennis (& open to multiple~!)
Ennis arrives about forty or so minutes into the dance, initially delayed from the event set up and further delayed by his stubborn need to remain anonymous, even to his own cabin mates. Anonymity provides relief from many of Ennis's insecurities and allows him to construct his own identity; it's the allure of the internet, it's the allure of the New Moon posts, it's the allure of this masquerade. Nobody knows he's Ennis Harper, the kid with the dolls and the rat and the animal bone collection in his sock drawer.

For the first time in a long time, Ennis seems at ease with himself. His posture is relaxed and not slouching, his head is held high instead of turned toward the ground, and his eyes are concealed so that he can see them but they can't see him. It's nice.

His clothing is fairly androgynous, with long, lightweight dress robes in dark green worn over an ankle-length olive shirtdress with buttons of gold, and brown pants and darker brown boots beneath. A necklace made of moss encased in glass dangles from a golden chain around his neck and his fingers are adorned with several golden rings, the most prominent of which has a large stone made of rose quartz. His theme is very simple: a love note to the forest.

Instead of sticking to the sides of the room as per usual, Ennis leisurely strolls through the atrium, observing the party-goers and grinning fondly at their antics. Other people seem to enjoy the anonymity, too.