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Carlisle Cullen
It’s a throwback to a time when men would not have been seen outside their house with their necks fully encased in fabric; rigid support to maintain an upright posture that distinguished a gentleman from a worker. He has never been able to quite let go of the comfort that is so very familiar.
He enjoys finding scarves that are both traditional and yet modern and wears them almost every day that he is not at the hospital, feeling almost naked if there is not something wrapped about his neck.
He wears ties to work though, because it is expected, and has for the better part of a hundred and fifty years since the cravat and it’s descendants were overturned in the Industrial Revolution. He’s grown quite accustomed to the sensation of tie the long thing piece of silk about his neck each morning or – these days – allowing Esme to do it for him. There’s intimacy in such a shared ritual, as much as there is when she unties it at the end of the day.
And he’s grown rather fond of being given ties for Christmas, particularly of Emmett’s more flamboyant style and Edward’s traditional pastels.