Careful. Loving. Gentle. Sense's hand went to Sights wrist joint and plucked it free from the Dolls arm, Sight watching. Docile. His short white hair falling into his clear blue eyes, a vacant smile on his face, pulling at his pink lips, a moment of life on his face. Sense smiled back up at Sight and gently stroke the boys cheek, Sight leaning into his long lean hand before he moved back to work on the wooden mitten. The joints had already been completed, but the details...
Sense pulled a candle closer and carved at the wooden hand, his form topless, blood dripped at his back to the towel he'd tucked into his pants. Staining it. Sense looked up to Sights arm, it was finished, almost, flesh was making its home on his upper arm, soaking its self into the wood that made up his body. His forearm was done, his hand just needed to be completed now. It was a good hour worth of working, the door was closed which meant that right now his attic was off limits.
"Sense?"
A dark blue eye flicked upward and he bent a newly carved finger from wood. "Yes, Sight?" The Doll bent his elbow and Sense's hand moved up to grab his wrist and gently pulled it back down onto the work table. " You need to keep still, Sweetheart, I'm not done yet." Sense looked over at the hand and stripped muscle, soaking in a blood stained bowl. Frowning at the hand. He'd need the nails.
Sense resumed his work, for hours he worked on the single hand, perfecting it, smoothing it, bending it before he put it back on Sights arm. The wounds on his side had dried, just strips of flesh removed, in their own blood stained bowl, to soak up the concotion he'd made. He took the muscle from the bowl beside him and layed it on Sights arm, pressing it, moving it, eyes closed while his Flesh Sculpting magic bound it to the other muscle on his arm and onto the wood he'd created his Doll from.
Sight sat, his head inclined, eyes hooded, watching, a flicker of interest was in his stolen blue eyes as he watched Sense work on his new arm. It took about an hour to get all the muscles in the perfect place, meshed with the other. He looked at the red limb, watched Sight gain conscousness to it, watched him flex his new hand. " Not to much, it needs skin." Sight flicked his eyes to Sense and moved up to stroke his cheek, leaving a bloody smear behind.
A ghost of a smile and Sense grabbed a cloth off to the side and wiped away the blood on his Dolls cheek. " Don't touch yourself yet, we're almost done, then you can rest." Sight smiled and sighed, closing his eyes and resting back against the wall, his hand laying on the table beside him, fingers curled up.
Now it was time for the skin.
Sense had cut his own flesh for Sights arm, the arm he'd taken from the young man hadn't been the right colour of skin, so he'd taken the muscle and nail and decided to use his own skin for this arm, he'd fine a colour close to it for the other one. He layed the pale skin down, pressed nail to finger tip. The candle at his side had been on it's last flicker, Sense's dark blond hair was plastered to his neck and forehead, sweat at his back stung the wounds he'd created for his Doll. His family.
Once finished, Sense turned the hand over, palm up front and kissed it. Sight opened his eyes and looked down, blinking. "Did you feel that?" Sense voice was low, rough from a night of working, his eye flicking between Sights blue ones.
"Yes."
Sense smiled and stood up, leaning over Sight to push his hair back and give him a lingering kiss on the forehead. He pushed the door to his attic open as the birds began to chirp, looking outside of it for a moment before turning back and wrapping up Sight like a mummy. To keep his from getting hurt before Sense could finish him.
"Touch? Taste?" His voice was quiet, as he tightly wrapped sight before lifting the boy up and resting him on his hip. Sight smiled and wrapped his arm around Senses shoulder, leaning his head against his maker, his master, his father.
"Are you two there? Did Taste run off again?" Sense rubbed his cheek against the top of Sights head, the boy was light, made of wood and a thin layer of muslcle and skin. Hm. "Touch! Taste! If you can hear me I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast." He knew they couldn't eat, but it was nice to pretend they were real. Neither of them had stomachs yet, so eating was pointless.
Sense made his way downstairs, Sight at his hip and pushed into a chair to watch as Sense puttered around the kitchen, his shirt still off and his self inflicted wound still fresh, the blood stained towel still tucked into his pants. "We have a bunch of lazy-bones in our house, don't we Sight?"
Sight smiled and nodded slowly, his gaze returning back to his hand as he flexed and moved it. Amazed at his present. "Thank you." the Doll whispered softly, causing Sense to look up and blink. " What was that, Sweet-Heart?" Sight flicked his eyes towards Sense and tilted his head, confused. Sense smiled and returned to making his breakfast. "Nevermind, Sweet-Heart."
Still.
Where were Tough and Taste hiding? Reading a book, maybe. Maybe they were finally getting along.
Doubtful, they were both at their own extremes, and Sense loved them both.
