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Nio Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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 Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:30 pm
With some effort she managed to get back up on her feet. She felt... accomplished. The sadness that plagued her heart remained there, heavy and damp, in the spot where her blue warmth still glowed. She started to walk towards - a bridge, had it always been there?
But the moment she stepped on it, her accomplishment was all for naught. He was still behind her, past the door, moving forward, and he would overtake her soon enough.
She clacked across the rickety bridge, until she reached the end, just in time to hear a sickening snap behind her. When she turned, he stared at her balefully from the other side of a now broken bridge.
She lifted her hand and held it out, as if to ask him to stay. Then she moved on.
She knew he would not listen.
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Nio Love rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:31 pm
A dead end. Of course it was a dead end. Did she really expect to be -
He held his hand out, and she felt those large, cold fingers on her shoulder. She slumped her shoulders down, as if trying to shrug him off, but his hands only tightened. She turned, pulling her dagger forward, but when she saw his eyes -
"Herryk has changed."
The whisper, the shred of a memory, seemed to float from him at the same moment the scissors in his hand slid deep down into her chest. It cut, it tore, it ripped her small body until he had her heart in his hands.
But, she told herself, he'd always had the power to rip her heart out.
So as she fell, she realized this was the only resolution she'd had left.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:46 pm
((Task 3))
The smell of cookies started to make her sick.
Fayre didn't know why cookies; or maybe it was sugar; or maybe it was just something about this goddess in general; had such a terrible effect on her stomach. She wrapped her arms around it, and tried not to throw up. Luckily, there wasn't anything inside of her willing to come out, anyway.
Love, joy, happiness, despair, hatred, they are all important emotions!
She did like that, though. Fayre looked up, wincing at the mention of a tea party, but she was too entranced by the idea of feeling love to say no. She was sure, once she walked through that archway and sat down at this goddesses table, that she would remember why she needed Tiletk around her so much.
There was a reason. There had to be. She couldn't just feel this way without substantial reasoning behind it - and this tea party, this offering, this blessing - this would tell her just what she wanted to know.
She picked up the blue jar almost immediately. The color of her heart - there was no other choice. And drinking was so much easier than eating, anyway.. so she drank.
The irritation she felt over not remembering why Tiletk was so important to her started to burn like a kindled fire inside of her. The table spun in front of her, and she put both of her hands over her mouth as the heaving began. The spinning, the spinning-
A cupcake. It sat there, tiny and fragile, and she imagined that it was looking up at her. She put her fingers in the frosting and made a face, sad and frightened. Please don't eat me, it begged. Please, I just want to live -
She ate the cupcake.
Once the little life had been snuffed out, there was nothing left but to wash it down. Her hand hovered over the white, and black teacups. It was difficult to choose. Something told her she wanted them both. But she couldn't have both.
She could never have both.
So she chose the white teacup. Even as her hands touched it, and picked it up, she stared mournfully at the untaken black teacup. Her hand reached out to caress the rim with her fingertips. It reminded her of.. something..
It was a strange heartbreak she felt, when she drank from the white teacup. She dropped it as soon as it was done, and reached out for the black one, desperate to drink them both -
But she never made it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:47 pm
 Warning: This memory has NSFW sexual themes. Reader Discretion advised. Her heart was fluttering like a hummingbird. She was so nervous, so excited, so scared; she couldn't decide what she felt, anymore. He'd waited. He'd waited for her so long, because he loved her. He loved her and he waited for her to be ready. No matter how hard it was, no matter how much he ached, he'd waited. He told her she was worth it. It took her so long to decide. She wanted to be sure. It felt so ridiculous, sometimes; she hadn't been very good about saying no to men before. But she'd always stopped before they'd gone too far. Always. Even with him. There had been nights.. oh, she'd almost given in so many times. His words were always sweet caresses on her skin, calling to her body until it ached. She was so bad at this. So bad at saying no, when he was all she wanted, and he knew it. He knew what power he held underneath those fingertips. He knew what he could do to her, what he had done to her; she was drowning under his touch. But she was still so proud of herself for stopping before it was too late. But things were different now. She'd seen the ring. He didn't even know she'd seen it - he was so bad at hiding things. A ring - how could she have ever doubted him for one second? He wanted her, he wanted her forever, just as she wanted him. He was going to ask her to marry him. And she was going to say yes. But first, she was going to say yes. She never told him she was coming. Why would she? His house was so close, and she knew exactly how to get in without going through the front door. She fluttered up the back, and slid through Loki's always-open bedroom door. He wasn't there this time (and Thank Odin for that, he was so creepy) so she slid right out of his bedroom, and tiptoed over to the one next door. She knew he was home - she could hear his voice through the door. A friend was over, perhaps. It didn't matter - when he saw her, he knew that friend would get kicked out instantly. So she opened the door - The first thing she noticed was darkness. It was pitch dark in the room, despite him being home. And that was the most surprising thing, for all of one second. Then she heard a voice. It was whispering - no, whimpering. Begging him not to stop. All Freya could see with the light the door let in was the sliver of a glistening body - She laughed. Freya looked up at that face, that face, and realized Sif was looking right at her, and laughing. She knew she was there. And so did the man she was with. But he wasn't laughing. Freya closed the door, and slid down the wall as she collapsed, both physically and mentally. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that she could tell they hadn't even stopped. Wouldn't stop. Her presence hadn't even interrupted them. She meant nothing. To either of them. Her body slid down onto the ground. Nothing.Not even to her own sister. ------------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 3:10 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Restraint. Love. A flutter of wings. Laughter. Laughter. Your commentary on its flavour: He didn't know what to say, what to think, how to react. Linswo mutely put down the cup, the bitter aftertaste swirling in his mouth as he found himself confused for multiple reasons. This wasn't helpless confusion or lost confusion. This was devastating and heartbreaking. Heartbreak. He felt like he knew that very well. He wanted to tell her shhh it's okay everything would be okay but he knew that was a lie. The wound would heal, but it would never be forgotten. He could only hope it would make her stronger.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:01 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Hope, delight, upset, heartache Your commentary on its flavour: At first the memory was lovely, loving emotions and hope, flickers of a future. He liked this tea. For a while. And then when the door opened the mood changed, crumbling into despair and abject betrayal. It was the most nightmarish scenario and it sent him into a reeling panic he couldn't control. When he was free of the memory his heart didn't stop hammering for a long time.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:11 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Excitement, Happiness, Hope, Despair, Upset, Crushed Heart Your commentary on its flavour: Tiletk loved the taste at first it was almost something that seemed similar to something he may have felt in recent times or even times past ( ...?). At the end his heart felt crushed, saddened, and in despair. He wasn't sure how to feel about this flavor to the end and again felt it was remarkably similar to something he'd felt before but for now he couldn't seem to recall what. He left the tea behind murmuring a quiet, ' Sorry for your pain...'
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 7:59 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Mulberry Description: Desire, Hope, fear, betrayal, heartache. Your commentary on its flavour: The memory had started off sweet, just as the tea had. At the climax, where you would expect the memory to be happy... a flavor of the tea right, but it suddenly turned bitter. The memory followed, the laughter rang in his ears. And he was angry, so angry. How dare they betray her like that. The laughter, even now, rang in his ears. The tea ended with a spicy note in the back of his throat.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:17 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: love, excitement but an overlay of a crushed heart Your commentary on its flavour: She would have liked a happier memory, through and through and the beginning of this one had had such promise of one. The elation of the girl as she made her way to a love's home only for it to come crumbling into nothing but despair and betrayal. Viola'i stared sadly at this tea, wanting to cry and what she had seen. It was so sad, so terribly sad.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:25 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Fuschia Description: Love, hope, then utter dismay Your commentary on its flavour: At first taste, things seemed a little more on the sweet side, if not a little savory, oddly enough. However, the finish turned out rather bitter. Nush lightly frowned as he witnessed this. Love was something he was familiar with at this point, and while he had more or less experienced loss, it wasn't like this. What was it like? If this tea's flavor had any sort of indication, he didn't want to experience it personally.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:17 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Laughter, nervous, and complete abandoned Your commentary on its flavour: After a light sip, he felt his heart flutter as if it was a birds wing beat. He could feel the love that Freya had for her lover. It made his heart glow with warm. He was practically on the edge of his seat when he watched as she hurried over to the boil's home to say yes. He nearly dropped his cup near the end of the confusing memory. His heart ached as he felt her pain and sorrow. Tears rushed down his cheeks. He needed to excuse himself from this sad memory.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:30 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Purple/Mauve Description: Bittersweet, sour, despondent Your commentary on its flavour: It started out very nice, almost hopeful, but as the memory played the tea turned rather bitter. She felt as shocked as the girl who'd brewed the tea. She couldn't understand why a man would get a ring for something so important and yet do this. Nor could she understand why a sister, why family, would hurt each other so much. She nearly dropped her cup as the memory faded and she couldn't help but shove the teapot far from her. It was certainly not a tea she'd want to taste again, it hurt.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:00 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta.
Description: Tender, hopeful, vulnerable. Exposure, defeat. Despair.
Your commentary on its flavour: Was this what love was like? At first, Raumias felt that it must be, the swell of the heart, the hope and the anticipation: to know that one person wanted the person in this memory more than anyone else. To know, filled her with such joy: Love was an all-encompassing feeling, and she understood then, why so many would do anything to feel it. Still, in this world of greys and shades, she could not imagine the warmth, the heat, the light that characterized this memory.
Suddenly, in the dark, Raumias felt the crushing weight of loss: the memory belonged to someone who had been prepared to give up everything, and had lost it all, but in a different sense. She wanted to know if they had recovered, if it had been what it seemed to be, if they would be okay. Raumias wanted to know, wanted to know if she had avenged herself, if she had given up, if she had ever been able to feel that warm, lightness again; the swell of love, before it was cut down.
Once felt, once lost, could one recover it again? She desperately wanted to know. And the memory left a tartness on her tongue, a sad sweetness lost and fading.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 10:47 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Bright purple Description: Love, hope, anticipation, confusion, heartache, crushed hopes, despair- A very intricate blend Your commentary on its flavour: She was sure, when this memory began, that she was in for another story of love and warmth. It was sure building up that way, and she was looking forward to yet another happy ending to wash away the bitterness and despair of her own tea blend. But then that all changed very drastically. She felt quite badly for the poor girl who sat crumpled on the floor, the sense of betrayal strong, for this to be done to her not only by her love, but by a family member as well. Sheenah put down the teacup with a small shake of her head, letting the disappointment wash over her, and learned never to assume anything, and that her mistrust of most was not such a misguided thing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 12:51 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Purple Description: Hope, love, abandonment, crushing sadness Your commentary on its flavour: There was a cruel flavor to this tea that rang bitter on Shasa's tongue. The first taste of it was happy, and Shasa had high hopes for the resounding love that filled her - until the memory played on, and there was nothing left but a bitter, disgusting vileness that had Shasa setting the small teacup aside. It was completely unpleasant, and Shasa's Heart ached for the poor young woman whose tea she sampled.
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