Colours

by agrajagthetesty

He always closes his eyes as they kiss, as if afraid to see her face so close to his own, as if the reality will be lost if he does... A series of AlWin drabbles and short oneshots. Rated T just in case. All released chapters are K rated so far.

14. Inaudible

Inaudible

Somehow, he can always tell when she is coming. It might be the slight, almost inaudible jangling noises she makes- her pockets are full of metal- bolts, screws, nails, and even small tools- and they knock against each other and her legs as she walks. It might be her quick, shuffling pace and the way her feet scuff the floor to keep her sandals on. It might be her excited breaths, her happy sighs and the way she hums tunelessly through her teeth as she approaches- habits she picked up who knows where, and which somehow manage never to be annoying- to him, at least. It could even be the way she smells- of metal, machine oil and sweat, mixed with grass and aniseed, and something else too, something sweet and floral. All of these things help in identifying her.

But what clinches it is the way she walks over to him as quietly as possible before suddenly winding her arms around him from behind- and then gets angry when she fails to surprise him, and asks him indignantly how he knew she was there.