The paper goes into the hearth and it roars to life immediately with a brightly glowing orange warmth.
Immediately you're full of a swell of loyalty, that unavoidable, unshakable comradeship - this is someone who's leaving a permanent mark. There's magnetism, attraction. There is awe, envy, and such respect for a strength here that it's almost overwhelming for a moment, almost something to scrabble against and fight. But it gives way to allegiance, and relinquishment of choice and the relief that follows that. There is fierce protectiveness and the knowledge that your back is guarded, that you'll always be sought after no matter what you do. And there is strong hope, though it feels baseless, but it's helplessly there nonetheless.
Re: Project Room
Immediately you're full of a swell of loyalty, that unavoidable, unshakable comradeship - this is someone who's leaving a permanent mark. There's magnetism, attraction. There is awe, envy, and such respect for a strength here that it's almost overwhelming for a moment, almost something to scrabble against and fight. But it gives way to allegiance, and relinquishment of choice and the relief that follows that. There is fierce protectiveness and the knowledge that your back is guarded, that you'll always be sought after no matter what you do. And there is strong hope, though it feels baseless, but it's helplessly there nonetheless.