A/N : as always, Loveless belongs to Kouga Yun. I'm merely borrowing her characters for the pleasure.
SMELL
The acrid smell of blood was familiar. It was comforting in its repetition. It was forever the same, be it his own or someone else's.
Smoke was pungent. It stung his eyes, his lugs, his nose. It clang to everything but faded away quickly. It was like him. Needed but disliked. Present but unaccounted for.
Paint smell was homey. It was soothing. He liked it.
Then there was his scent. He loved it so much it felt inappropriate. he would sniff his unit and his worries would recede. He would get a whiff off him as they walked and his day would be brighter. It was unnatural how such a small thing could bring him such joy.
Smell was definitely a wonderful sense.
SIGHT
He was bored. Mostly he was troubled. And he was day-dreaming again. He looked out of the window and contemplated the scenery.
Autumn was there already with all its astonishing hues. The falling leaves would definitely make a terrific painting. he watched the sun rays lazily cover everything in their unique oblique light, draping the world in pastels and making it appear softer. It was lovely.
And as he swept the framed view offered to him with his eyes, he spotted the most striking feature of this wonderful scene. His heart swelled and his soul stirred within him. There, as always, standing guard with the air of one untroubled with the world and a relaxed posture, there stood a lonely figure, the fairest he had ever met.
It would surely break his heart if one day, he wasn't able to look at his Fighter ever again.