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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 3:27 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: A tea that was hopeful and determined at first, only to balk in the middle, its taste choking, numbing the inside of one's mouth. Your commentary on its flavour: Loffie had long given up on being hopeful as far as tea was concerned and this time was no different. The girl in the memory was hopeful, and determined, the flavour of the memory heady with excitement. All Loffie could do was cringe. He knew what was coming, and he didn't want to see it, didn't want to be subjected to it. He glared at the girl in the memory, as if she had did this to him, as if she would have any idea that he was glaring at her. But the scene that played out, though similar in content, was entirely different in context. Loffie stood there, stunned. His expression was blank, and he smacked his lips, trying to get the feeling back into his mouth but everything was numbed by the intense feeling of betrayal, of hurt so great there was nothing to do but fall apart into nothingness. Quietly he set the cup down, unable to even muster a glare at it. He couldn't believe it - he felt sorry for her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:39 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: desire, resistance, acceptance, betrayal, and devastation Your commentary on its flavour: It was hard to swallow. Yiro eventually managed to down it, but not without great hesitation. This brew had a flavor that was almost... Overwhelming. To be so sure that something was right, and then have it ripped out from under you without a hint of warning. Then the double whammy that followed when you realized who was doing what. Yiro didn't know if she had ever experienced heartbreak to this magnitude, but as she practically dropped the cup back down on the saucer, a shaky hand clenched at her chest. Whoever you were... She hoped you had found something better.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:33 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Magenta Description: Betrayal, despondency, sorrow, aching Your commentary on its flavour: He knows this feeling. A different feeling, perhaps, somewhat unrelated to the actual matter of the memory, but the general gist is something he has tasted before. He holds the cup in his hand and presses his fingers around the edges so tightly he might just shatter it - - but then he lets it go.
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