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A/N: Written for 5 Senses. You can find the other two on my Adultfanfiction(dot)net account. ;) Hope it's enjoyed.
Sight
Darkness-- no, dimness was all she knew for nine consecutive years. The lab grew dank over that time, just as her blinding white bandages yellowed.
Most humans would have run straight out the door rather than sit and wait. But A. B. A. was a hormunculus, eagerly longing for her creator.
She didn't know him other than through his shaky mumbles. She liked to imagine him like other scientist characters she had read about in books: a lab coat and bespeckled hair in as much disarray as his study. She imagined, hoped, but didn't grow lonely. Merely all she did was wait.
One day, she set her book down and faced the front door. Her hand reached for the onyx knob, compelled to turn it. Sunlight breached and she hurriedly turned her head away and slammed the door.
"Bright!"
Then, after a moment of studying the paint peeling on the door, she opened it again.
Her dim world brightened. She saw things she never imagined she would see. Beautiful things: life, the sun shining gold over the green grasses...
She closed the door with greater ferocity and pressed her back against it, paralyzed.
Sound
Like a dog, she waits for him. Like a cat, she curls up peacefully, as if it doesn't matter if he comes back. The only noise is from outside. She tries to ignore chirping birds, the breeze, and at night she pretends she doesn't hear howling. She wants to keep her ears pure. The first thing she wants to hear from outside that door are his heavy footsteps and incoherent whispers.
Taste
The lab had tasted damp, a touch of mold spotting her taste buds. The air outside is varying shades of taste-- green and fresh, blue and cloudy, war is red, a shade of copper and dischord.
In the mouth of a cave, she basks in the cold familiar air and plucks a maggot from her insides. Her face doesn't twist, innocent of the horrible creatures feeding on her open wounds.
"What is my..."
She has the world at the tip of her tongue, yet she doesn't know what she tastes like, or how she should taste.