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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 8:32 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep blue Description: Exhaustion, frustration, incomprehension Your commentary on its flavour: Rojand sympathized with this memory, sharply, too sharply. The feeling of watching another pursue something just beyond understanding, knowing that it was needed somehow and yet not knowing why, the faint edge of jealousy under the surface ruthlessly squashed - it drew an answering hurt from him, one he didn't understand and didn't want to feel. He put the cup down harder than he needed to.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:10 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Navy Blue Description: Tired, confused, regretful, stagnation, longing Your commentary on its flavour: The memory felt strange to Rika. Not so much the tired and regretful feelings as the sense of longing for the object of their misery. While the feeling was somewhat warm, there was a stinging aftertaste to it. If something was so painful to be around, then why stay? The reasoning was lost on her. She could, however, understand the feeling of stagnation. The indecision. The feeling like there was no right answer. It was a dull pain that she couldn't put her finger on, but would rather it just go away. Setting her cup down, she puzzled at the memory she didn't understand while trying to push away the feelings she did.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:17 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Navy Blue Description: Frustration, Longing, Need, Confusion Your commentary on its flavour: The instant that the cup pressed against her lower lip - the instant that Shasa was able to inhale the brew - she knew that she was not prepared for this tea. A man, broad-shouldered and strong, though perhaps not as strong as he'd like to be. A sour taste, one of helplessness and frustration, was bitter on Shasa's tongue. The brew was not as palatable as the previous one she'd tasted, and yet she felt as if she much preferred this brew. Not because of how it made her feel, but because of the face in the memory. Those kind eyes, and the way he felt about her - the woman in the bed. As she set the cup down, Shasa did not immediately rise. Instead she stared down into the depths of the cup, a frown wrinkling her forehead. Guilt, harsh and heavy, weighted her shoulders. She didn't understand why, and she did her best to brush it away.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:28 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Navy Blue Description: Longing is mixed with sadness, Unease another ingredient, along with patience, a odd mix indeed. Your commentary on its flavour: This was not a tea she enjoyed. Watching the mans memories, Ruse felt uneasy. Very uneasy. She had no patience, no desire to just wait things out. It hurt to watch him think about this woman, knowing she was the cause of his anguish. There was no clear cut answer to this, and the shadow could not understand. She didn't like the idea of a problem with no way to answer it.
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