Disclamer: I do not own Sense8 or any of the characters
pretty crazy summer, so sorry ahead of time for spotty updates.
Sun breathed in deeply, the stuffiness and nauseating smell of prison filled her lungs as she sat criss cross in her cell. Closing her eyes, she could almost hear the breeze rustling through the trees and bushes of Myung's garden. Her dog's barks where there, but faint. Like a dream or distant memory. For a moment, the sounds in her mind drowned out the constant yelling of inmates and clicking of the guard's shoes. The drab walls that surrounded Sun seemed to suck out any form of enjoyment that she could have. Her hands were a light pink due to painting yesterday. It was the only freeing experience she could get her hands on. They rested on her knees, almost resembling water lilies against the watery blue of the prison jumper.
No matter how much concentration she put into sewing, painting, or even kick-boxing, her thoughts were always on the sensates. On Capheus, on Kala, Nomi, Leto, Riley, Will, and Wolfgang. They were a part of her. They saw Sun at her best and at her worst. She felt their pain and their joy. She hated it. Privacy was an important matter, yet they all needed each other for survival. Sun had grown to care about her new "family", if they could be called that.
Her body stiffened when she felt another presence. Slowly, Sun opened her eyes and turned. Capheus sat with his legs held to his chest, his smile never wavering. He smelled of dust and the heat of Kenya. Although she would never admit it out loud, Sun was grateful.
"Hello, Sun! How fairs it? I see your choices have brought you here to this" he gestured around him, "little, cold room. I am not used to it. I sit in my van and roast. Like a turkey, eh?"
"And I suppose your choices have faired better?"
Capheus's face fell, just a little. "Right now, I am sitting at home, watching Van Damme while my mother is walking about making dinner! Oh, how the medicine is working!"
At that moment, Sun was sitting on an old couch in a small, but homely, hut. A Kenyan woman stood near a fire, stirring something in a pot that smelled delicious. She was humming and smiling. The sound of children playing could be heard from the doorway, where the harsh sun created a golden rectangle on the dusty floor. Capheus took a deep breath of contentment. He grinned at Sun before he looked at the ground with a more serious look, the concrete walls of the cell coming back into view. "But, oh, at what a price! You helped me! You saw how we murdered those men! I wish I could have shown them kindness, but the world does not work that way. I saw how cruel the world was to us both the first time I saw you. I know your name, Sun, but do you know mine? It's-"
"Capheus. I know."
Silence filled a moment of their conversation. The bus driver seemed to think about it, rubbed his chin, and chuckled.
"Sun. I like it. It suits you. You are, ah," he paused, "fierce. You burn with fire. For me, i am glad to know you when you are not angry." The Kenyan leaned over and nudged her shoulder with his own. "See, you are not the first one to know my name without asking. First it was Kala. The beautiful Indian woman. You and her are like opposites, no? You dance with speed and brutality of a world that has shown you no mercy. You made a decision that would destroy you rather then the family that was never there for you. She...Kala...she is learning how to fight with her mind. Two very different tunes, yet both are dances still. Kala thinks it strange. But you? You adapt."
Sun nodded, a small smile coming to her lips. Capheus caught it, smiling bigger then she thought was possible.
"Ah! There it is! I see it, Sun!"
"See what? Oh no. Can you please ignore my appearance? I swear, it's for a holiday." Came a new voice. This one belonged to the beautiful, but colorful, Indian woman sitting across from the pair. Her clothes and hair were covered in colored dust. Half her face was orange while the other half was blue.
"Kala!" Capheus exclaimed.
"Please, forgive me for my appearance. I'm at Holi right now and was not expecting to see you all." Kala nodded a quick bow of apology before another hand, not belonging to either Sun or Capheus, came and brushed off some of the blue dust on Kala's face.
"That's alright. Just a little bit of dust. Never hurt anyone."
The three turned to face Wolfgang, who was lying on Sun's cot in all black, his usual color. No one missed the tenderness in his voice and no one commented. He brushed the blue powder on his leg, thus putting some color in his wardrobe. Looking up, Wolfgang observed his surroundings. With so many sensates in one place, it was hard for all of them to be in all the places at once. Sun's cell would have to do untill the scene decided to change.
"Why are we moping in this shit hole? What did you fuck up?" The German raised an eyebrow at Sun.
"Nothing that concerns you." She replied cooly.
As she said this, the room decided to morph from the overly crowded cell and the group found themselves standing in a mass of people, colored dust flying everywhere. Bodies moved around them, the sound of laughing, music, and cheering assaulting their ears after the quietness of Sun's cell. The smells of delicious food wafted around them in the busy streets of Mumbai. Most people were dressed in white, now covered from head to toe in color. Capheus laughed and whooped, jumping high in the air. Sun looked up at the colors of the wind and slowly smiled. Even Wolfgang's permanent scowl seemed to lessen into what looked like a smirk.
Kala was in her element. Her hips swayed to the beat while her hands shook bags of yellow and orange dust. Her white shirt cut off just above her skirt top, giving a thin view of her flat stomach. Rajan danced next to her, blissfully unaware of her gaze sliding to a well built German man.
Wolfgang turned to see Kala admiring his back end and gave her a mischievous wink, causing the Indian woman to giggle. Her eyes looked up to his, so beautiful and brown. They suddenly went wide at something behind him.
Turning again, Wolfgang caught a glimpse of white hair with a defiant blue streak in it. Kala rushed past him, making a beeline for the petite Icelandic woman.
Wolfgang watched to two girls collide, a smile on both of their faces. Riles seemed tired, but, then, she hadn't been doing much except playing for local clubs and worrying at her boyfriend's bedside. A slight twinge of sympathy went to her. Felix had still not waken up and if Wolfgang could guarantee his friend's safety, he would be at his side in a heartbeat.
Sun saw Kala move and watched her until she met Riley with open arms. Riley gave a tired smile and nodded at whatever Kala asked her. It was probably about Will thought Sun. The last time anyone in the cluster had seen the cop, he and Riley had been heading for somewhere on the east coast of America. Will was planing to go into an induced coma when they reached wherever they were headed. Riley had never shared what city they ended up in. Probably for the best.
"She's so cute, isn't she?" Looking to her right, Sun came to face a tall dirty blond. Nomi turned to look at Sun, her face already streaked with different colors. "You're Sun, right? By the way, digging the badass skills. Wish I could do that."
Sun didn't really know what to make of it and just stared.
"It's okay. I know I'm gorgeous. Neets tells me all the time. She would love it here! It's almost as amazing as pride! Wow. Sorry. Yeah, lots to take in." Nomi was almost breathless, her smile still bright. The noisiness of the crowd faded away and most of the cluster found themselves sitting in Nomi's loft. Riley and Kala sat on the ground, looking around in surprise. Wolfgang's scowl returned in full force, but he was seated in a comfortable seat so he wasn't complaining. Capheus was already up and about, observing everything he saw. Sun sat, criss crossed like in her cell, in the middle of the floor, looking about as unfazed as she always did.
"Honey, who are you talking to? And who's Sun?" Amanita asked as she walked in the room. Her dreads were pulled into a loose ponytail and her fashion was on point, as always.
"Oh, sorry sweetie. My other selves are here. Sun is a Korean badass motherfucker." Nomi waved her hand from where she was stretched out on the green couch.
"Ok. Hey, is Will there? Tell him I said hi! Wait, duh!" Amanita rolled her eyes as she turned to leave, "He's probably right there! Hi Will! Nomi, i'm getting groceries! Be back soon! Love you, darling!" And the door shut with a bang.
The cluster sat in an awkward silence.
"Well. That was awkward. Did I miss anything else exciting?"
Nomi nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Lito's voice. Leaning casually on a wall, Lito was scandalously clad in nothing but very tight briefs and socks. Although she preferred women, even Nomi could appreciate a good looking man. Especially one as good looking as Lito. She didn't miss the other looks from the other women in the room either.
Wolfgang sighed, loud and long. "How long are we going to be staring at the Mexican? Don't we have shit to get to?"
No one answered.
After a while, Nomi slowly sat up. "First, even I can appreciate a great body when I see one." Lito chuckled. "Second, wow, buzzkill. And third, we're probably fucked."
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