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Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuchsia.
Description: Nerves, “oh s**t”, reality and lost.

Your commentary on its flavour:
The cup in his hand sat down in puzzlement. This was something he had never felt, nor could he even say familiar to anything he had felt. Everything was so…confusing, and they had seemed so lost as to what is happening. The ending, the need to reassure he was alright even though they were lost…

It's questionable if she will wake up, but Decyl hopes that she does. For this individual's sake.

Colour of Tea Tasted: Mulberry
Description: Worry, pain, loss, and overwhelming sorrow

Your commentary on its flavour: Aryn watched as the memory played out. But the longer the longer it played, the more it pained him. It was difficult to watch as Wilson remained, waiting and worrying for his loved one only to be later shown that she was already gone. Not dead. But asleep. Possibly never to awake again.

It hurt.

The pain of his loss made Aryn feel as though someone had reached out and grabbed his heart; squeezing it tightly. How did one go on in a situation like that? How was he able to fake a smile and pretend all was okay when his world had just crumbled around him?

Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta
Description: Apprehension and dread

Your commentary on its flavour:
Nush didn't quite care for the taste of this so much. It made him feel a little uncomfortable as he witnessed this memory. There was something perturbing about those pods, and it seemed that being in one meant you were in a rather poor state. Oddly enough, he felt a touch of sympathy. The one inside had to be someone important..

Colour of Tea Tasted: Lavender
Description: A mixmatch of sour, acidic and...gritty? from confusion, despair and irritation.

Your commentary on its flavour:
Eir retched. The taste of this tea is terrible. Too many tastes-ones which should not be mixed, can be found within it; but that's not the problem, really.
The person in that memory was afraid. Confused. Irritated. Too many stress, too little time.
Taking a note to himself to find a proper vent-out, he walked to the next table after writing something on the guest book: it was a simple 'Good Luck'.

Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuchsia
Description: Starts with concern, but quickly becomes shocked/panicked. Heartache and despair.

Your commentary on its flavour: God. God, that poor man, she just couldn't--

Although there had been something vaguely familiar about the setting, Vae was unable to recall anything more beyond that tugging feeling. She didn't know what those pods were, and thus wasn't entirely clear what it meant for the girl trapped inside, but going off of the man's despair was enough.

Vae hoped that she would--or did--wake up eventually. She wanted to tell him not to lose hope, to keep hanging in there...but it was hard, when she was just faced with a pot of tea and not the memory's owner. With a little shake of her head, she silently wished them the best before moving away.

Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuchsia.
Description: Though it starts sweet, very quickly disintegrates into raw worry, panic, and confusion. There's a feeling of a catastrophe having struck, leaving a sore, aching heart.

Your commentary on its flavour: The memory began calmly, with the sense of a firm routine in place that didn't allow much deviation. Imuiel was a spectator here, not that he minded--this was an alien world to him, and it was far better to be in the back seat here. The man this memory centered on was trying to contact somebody, as far as he understood--and that attempt was very quickly cut short when it didn't work. Adhering to duty, the man got up, went to his next task...and was summarily wiped out.
Confusion? Yes, that was a good word for this. Imuiel didn't know just how this ended, but it tugged at his heartstrings, and he mentally gave the teapot's owner his sympathies before moving on.

Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Pink
Description: Alone in it's own self, the drink isn't warm or cold, it goes down without any trouble- yet it's almost sad that it doesn't have more.

Your commentary on its flavour: There is no comfort to be found, not even when company arrives. The man is too much, too sad, too fake to be real. He lies to himself, deludes himself. Yet he still acts and says what he is not, even when reality stares him in the face, he denies it. Carmus didn't want to accept that as okay. The truth was always better.. wasn't it?

Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuchsia
Description: Confusion, longing, fear, panic, hopelessly, uncertainty.

Your commentary on its flavour: He merely stood there, finding his gaze stuck on the oddly purplish liquid in his cup as it slowly began to settle. The taste, bitter helplessly was left on his tongue even as he came to terms with the vision. There was hope, but yet... that feeling of looking at a loved one.

Someone to cherished. Who may never greet you, never see you again. Placing your hand on that cold surface only to feel the chill of what reality was. It felt as if he could understand it. As if he had done something similar. Yet... was it the same? No, he couldn't know. All he knew was he could understand the pain, the sadness that boy must have felt at realizing why he received no reply. The shock of it all. Hopefully.. perhaps with some luck he was spared the true feeling of pain as she never awoke?