something like a rainbow
by NiNA_eN
The discord of being without her head fades in his blazing presence.
Without her head, her world is a blur of colours and shapes, scents and touches.
Her senses are heightened, emotions in turmoil as she rides through the streets of Ikeburo. Even with the shadows tucked safely into her neck, under the helmet of black, yellow and blue, plastic and vinyl, she is assaulted: the din and clamour of innumerous crowds, the scents of food, sweat and petrol, the sense of push and pull and struggle through the crowds - she thinks perhaps it is the shadows wrapped around her body in the form of a catsuit that absorb all this.
The world is a chaotic place - and, sometimes, she feels just the slightest bit lost.
With Shizuo, she finds she wants to explore these senses a bit more.
A feeling surges within, a desire of sorts, an urge manifesting.
In the midst of battle, almost back to back: the black mist of her neck scythe streams off in tendrils that curl around them both in a whispering manner neither even realize.
In the midst of battle, his eyes are wide and ferocious yet narrow and deadly, his muscles coil with tension and snap with force, his body blazing with heat - and she can almost taste his anger, confusion, determination and that faint smoky, musky smell that is stronger than ever.
Without her head, she feels vulnerable, offguard - it's easy to get lost in the intensity of this world, with its cruel discord and fleeting bliss, so she must try harder to control herself, restrain herself from acting on those emotions that are sometimes not her own.
It's a struggle of sorts, a kind of paranoia - yet her strength and dignity, a barrier around herself, a detachment from the world.
With Shizuo, her world falls away at the face of their exchanges: casual, superfluous inquiries that slip into a comfortable, companionable silence.
Sitting with him on a park bench, leaning against a brick wall or cruising on her motorbike, the world seems smaller; the noise, colours and textures fade into a manageable background presence she no longer feels overwhelmed.
This slight, smoky, musky scent whispers in the air, warm with his heat and vitality; the quiet murmur of his voice and the casual touch of his hand at her lower back - all are things she notices, yet doesn't really.
It's so easy to let down her guard and just be.
Notes: That front see-through glass-like bit is vinyl, right? Or I might be thinking of the wrong thing...