Topic: Which sense would you rather lose?

[mute_clay]

That’s a difficult question.

Taste I think.

Cause I wouldn’t want to be blind. To not be able to see people. Places. Trees.
And I wouldn’t want to not be able to hear. Because I like listening to music, and the trees the waves. And people.
I have to be able to feel, otherwise I wouldn’t be much use as a carpenter. You need to be able to feel the wood under your hands. Wouldn’t be of much use in bed either.

I guess I don’t really think about my sense of smell much, but when you’ve got a cold nothing tastes right and that’s because your nose is all blocked up. So losing smell would be losing taste as well. Better one than two, then.

Of course, eating is pretty dull when nothing taste like anything, but it is better than the other options.


Muse: Clay
Fandom: Passion of Darkly Noon (Misc. Movies)
Count: 145

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[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay nods and then stares at Charlie. Wide-eyed.

Dragons?
Like real dragons?

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

Charlie grinned. "Yep, real live and kicking dragons." He snorted, shook his head, "I'm always so surprised at the way people from your world react to that. Guess it's not everyday you see a dragon, huh?"

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay grins at Charlie, eyes sparkling.

Nope

He gets up to fetch a box. It's half-filled with little, wooden creatures. He hadn't realized he'd made so many. Hadn't realized how long he'd been here. He puts the box down in front of Charlie.

Go on. Have a look

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

Charlie's eyes widened. "Gods ... how long do they take you? To make them I mean." There was everything in the box and it was the kind of work that, everytime you took your eyes away and glanced back, a new detail shone at you. So beautiful. "Clay, if I had your talent I wouldn't be getting burned and battered on a daily basis."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay grins at him. Nor it's visible that he is blushing.

He shrugs.

It's nothing special

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

Charlie's eyes widened. "You don't think this is anything special?" he gaped. It was true, if he could do this then he might not be keeping dragons. "Clay ... only a handful of people could do work like this."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay wrinkled his nose.

It's not really good for anything, is it?

He knows it isn't true, though. He knows that the little cat had meant a lot to David.

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

"Of course it's good for something. I know several kids in particular that would love these." Charlie smiled, tilted his head a Clay, "They make people smile, I bet. That's doing something."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay looks at Charlie. Then he smiles.

You're right

He picks up the box and holds it toward Charlie, offering it.

If you know of somebody who'd like them, feel free. I can always make more

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

Charlie blinked and looked at the box. "Clay ... I couldn't. You could make serious money from this little collection." He smiled at the little animals. "You should keep them."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay shakes his head slowly. You can't keep things anyway. Not in the end.

He points to the box.

I just stash them there anyway. Go on.

[danceofdragons.livejournal.com]

Charlie looked back at the box and a soft look took him over. "Thank you ... they'll go to good homes, believe me." He fingered a little squirrel. "You should come see me some time. I'm always kicking about. If you need to talk or ..." he shrugged a little, "I'm here."

[mute-clay.livejournal.com]

Clay gives him a small smile. He'd like that.

Charlie seems friendly. Kind.