Title: To Feel Again
Fandom: Haven
Characters / Pairing: Nathan / Audrey
Rating: PG (?)
Disclaimer: I own nothing except an Evil Plot Bunny called Bronwen. I'm merely playing in this shiny new sandbox I discovered recently.
Sight
Colours, shapes, distance, texture, light, dark – all have become sharper, brighter, more distinct since the Troubles began again. And she shines even brighter than anyone else does. All gold and blue and rose and edges of dark, it's – she's – beautiful.
Hearing
I can hear people breathing two rooms over, can tell you what is moving round the woods from the small sounds of leaves rustling or soil being displaced. And with her I can hear her heartbeat. Mostly it's a soothing tha-thump, just on the edge of my hearing, but I can tell when she's interested or excited about something, because it speeds up and gets louder somehow. He used to make it speed up too, but not so much since her birthday party.
Smell
It's why I like my coffee black – the smell drowns out most others. It's all I can do some days not to gag some days with the overwhelming assault on my nose, good, bad, otherwise. But she doesn't overwhelm me, I can spend a good part of the day trying to work out exactly the combination of scents she's wearing each day, but (so far) it's never been overwhelming. There's a particular scent that is just her – it's lavender and vanilla and cinnamon and citrus and something that is just her that I can't quite work out.
Taste
It's very much linked to smell – sometimes I can feel the smell of something on my tongue. I can't feel the hotness or coldness of food, but I can taste it. I wonder if she tastes as good as she smells. Rosemary looked at me like she thought I was crazy when I asked if she could add lavender to the cake she was making, she already had the vanilla and cinnamon and citrus and it would have been a way to find out if she tastes as good as she smells, whithout me making a fool of myself.
Touch
Not something that I would have thought that I would miss desperately, until I didn't have it any more. I didn't know how much I relied on the sense of touch to know things around me until it wasn't there any more, and I would walk into things. I would dress in the mornings, and wonder what I did the day before to get a particular bruise or cut.
But I can feel her! And not the ghost of remembered touches either – when I shake someone's hand, I can tell myself that I feel the pressure of the hand, but I know that really I can't. But with her, it's like pins-and-needles travelling from the spot she touches all the way through my body. I thought I was imagining the quick pressure, the soft dampness of her lips on my cheek when she kissed me.
But it wasn't my imagination, I can feel her touch – no one else's, just hers. And I want more…