Prompt 38; Touch.
Oh I loved doing this one. So damn much.
He likes the way she feels, the skin and all. You wouldn't think a man made cloth and stuffed with straw would be able to feel, but he can. He likes it when she pulls him up. When he falls and she pulls him back up to her level, to hold onto his arm as they hurry down the Yellow Brick Road. He can't imagine he feels very nice, made of burlap, and worn cloth, and stuffed with prickly strands of hay. But she doesn't seem to mind touching him. If anything, she holds onto his hand more often then Tinman's or Lion's.
She likes the way he feels, the burlap and cloth. You'd think a girl like her wouldn't, but she does. To her, he's like a big cuddly teddy-bear, moreso even than Lion, somehow. Sometimes she has the urge to just hug him, just to feel the complete realness of him. In fact, the first night they slept out underneath the Ozian sky, she woke up to find herself snuggling up with his torso, and it felt very right to do so. She'd stayed there for a long while like that, and then moved so as not to wake him.
He remembers that first night they traveled together, when he woke up to find her wrapped around him. He'd never tell her, but he was awake the entire time, just enjoying her touch.
My buddy Caitlin finds my love of this pairing unnatural. She doesn't think a straw man and a flesh girl can make it.
I told her, 'if it was abnormal, it wouldn't be Oz.'
She hasn't said anything about it since. XD -Blitz