Sound
Author's Note: Prompt number 37. Second to last of the sense-perception thingies. Again in Sun's POV.
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I can't tell you how much I miss your voice, how long it's been since you've spoken to me. I know, you've been gone and that can't be helped. But, without you, my life seems silent.
Your voice is deep, but not too deep. Pleasantly masculine, if you'll forgive the stereotype. Your voice lingers in the air for a while, even in the air of a demon-island. It lingers in the air, and I can think about what you've said.
I like it even more when you laugh. It rings out and sounds happy and true. Like that one time we went dancing, do you remember? And I couldn't dance and you laughed. Not at me, with me, clichéd as it sounds.
Except for you never really laugh anymore. That makes me sad.
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The fourth night without Jin, Sun spent dreaming of dancing, and his laugh ringing out boldly and truly.