Dawn [Inferno] // Luke fon Fabre ([personal profile] heliokleptic) wrote 2011-09-26 07:23 pm (UTC)

Feelings

Fondness - Pink
[Pleasure and fondness rolls over you, and it's hard to not view the world through rose colored glasses for a moment. This is a deep, soft brush of affection and it hits with such surprising warmth it threatens to melt your heart]

Lust - Red
[A sudden, confused rush of desire hits you, running beneath your skin and muscle and flooding into the lower regions of your body. But it's jerky and uncertain, and you find it hard to categorize as a 'need' or merely a 'want'. Then, after a few short moments of your breath feeling hard to catch, the feeling settles, like a pot of water coming of the boil, and you realize it was only a 'want' after all.]

Pain - Dark Red
[This pain feels a lot like someone just stabbed your in the chest, and then twisted the knife.]

Gratitude - Light Orange
[You feel suddenly grateful, as if you'd just received something you know you have no right too. It's a bit like a burden has been lifted off your shoulders and your heart is breaking at the same time.]

Anger - Orange
[As you fall under a waver of anger, the world falls into sharp focus around you, and you can even hear the blood rushing in your ears. Other feelings have a hard time reaching you, and you think you like to punch something.]

Hope - Light Yellow
[Hope is wonderful and terrible at the same time. It feels as if a huge weight has been lifted off your chest, but that's when you realize you haven't taken a full breath in so long it's actually painful. You are at once delighted, and yet deep down, dubious at how long it will last.]

Happiness - Yellow
[Happiness suddenly radiates through you. Bright and warm and constant, and for a second you believe in everything: yourself, others, even your enemies. The world is an all right place, and everything is going to be just fine.]

Frustration - Yellow-Green
[You might want to take a slow breath as frustration suddenly roils up inside of you. It's hard to tell where it's coming from, but your head feels clouded now, your breaths deep but too short. Perhaps if you could just get away you would feel better.]

Pity - Green
[It feels like something in your chest just cracked a little, and you're overcome with pity. You would like nothing more than to reach out and offer comfort, even though it may be completely futile, and it really probably isn't your place anyway.]

Trust - Light Blue
[You feel all right, because this is trust, and trust means there is nothing to worry about. A pressure you weren't even aware of seems to ease away, and you can think more clearly.]

Sadness - Blue
[Gradually, the world seems to lose it's color, and you find it hard to pay attention to what is going on around you as sadness settles in. Your thoughts move more slowly, and all you can really seem to focus on is your own failures. A great sigh wells up inside you, and you wonder if you couldn't just, avoid others for a while.]

Patience - Dark blue
[Calmness falls over you, and you realize you have the patience to endure. Accepting whatever comes your way will leave you secure and whole. You feel lighter, more confident, and strangely untouchable.]

Devotion - Purple
[You feel solid and immobile, confident and devoted. Nothing will move you from this, not until the only option is to carry your body away. It's a nice and oddly comfortable feeling, as if you can't quite imagine any other way to go about it. It's all or nothing, and suddenly the answer is obvious.]

Guilt - Grey-Purple
[You have to resist the urge to hang you head as you're overcome with guilt. Of course, everything is your fault, and discovering to fix it seems hopeless.]

Worry - Grey
[You're overcome with worry and suddenly all possibilities seem dubious at best. The number of ways that everything and anything could go wrong is almost startling.]

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