dinohouse | [MEME: you guys all know where I got it, come on.]

You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life? Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.

(TRIGGER WARNING: This meme deals with the loss of senses - blindness, inability to feel, etc. If the concept of blindness, deafness and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)

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The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*

2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?

3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?

4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.

5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.

The Guiding Factors

6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.

7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.

8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?

9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.

10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.

The Quirky Ones

11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.

12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.

13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.

14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.

15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...

16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

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....I reach out with one foot and kick the chair to the side, skidding it along the planks, sniggering meanwhile.

If you can't find the chair easily, I have a better idea for where you should sit. Hint: it's warmer.

"But I'd take all of them."

I can hear the chair go skittering, and I reach for it but I'm sure I just miss it.

God, he is such a bastard sometimes.

"So what?" I grumble, giving up and continuing to shuffle awkwardly towards the bed. "I can sleep on concrete, you know. In a wind tunnel. I could sleep anywhere."

"Oh, good." A grin I'm sure he can hear on my voice. I pat my own chest welcomingly, scooting to one side of the narrow mattress to make enough space for him to climb on.

"I'm warm. Maybe warmth will fix your eyes?"

He's teasing me.

Why did I let him lead me down here, again?

Because anyone else would be too busy freaking out to tease me, is why.

I sigh and flop down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in both hands.

"That isn't even logical."

He's close enough for me to grab, and I do, tugging him flat against me and then wrapping my arms and legs around him.

"No, it isn't, but it was a good excuse to cuddle you."

I flail a bit but I can't really fight back when I can't see him, so I sigh and give in.

"And how long have you been waiting for a good excuse?"

"...Since the last time I had one?" I let one of my hands roam across his stomach, under the hem of his shirt.

"You are exceedingly cuddle-worthy. I don't know if you've looked in the mirror recently - well, I suppose not right now, heh - but you are." A gentle grope across his belly, fingertips tracing the divots between muscle groups.

I gasp, somewhat pathetically, it's true, but damn it, his fingers tickle.

I can't really shift away, though, he's wrapped around me too tightly, and I wouldn't get very far anyway.

"Oh, very funny," I deadpan. "Make fun of the blind guy."

"I wasn't meaning to make fun of you," I say, and that's true enough. "It's just the turn of phrase, you know?"

The light touch is obviously bothering him, so I let my hands drag over his skin with greater weight, stroking just for the sake of stroking.

Sometimes I can avoid being a lech. Well. Mostly.

The point is, cuddles. And with my chin hooked over his shoulder, and my hold on him softening into more of an embrace and less of a wrestling lock, I press a crooked kiss to his jaw, right below his earlobe, and hum happily against his neck.

I know this has a snowball's chance in home of actually curing his sudden vision impairment, but the point isn't to cure it so much as to cure his mood. No reason to panic, and when we do get the rest of the crew involved - cause we'll have to - I don't think they'll panic as much as he's afraid they will.

But I'll see if I can't keep his mind off it for a while, do things that encourage him to keep his eyes closed and not notice the blind thing so much.

"Just relax, Joe. A little body contact won't kill ya."

"I'm not scared of you." I sigh. His arms are closed around me, and the warmth is comforting despite the lingering fear of being unable to see.

"It'll be alright," I mumble weakly, but I relax against the warmth of him.

His tension seems to lessen, just a tiny bit, and I nuzzle my face into his shoulder, settling in comfortably since I have every intent of falling asleep on him, regardless of his desires. I'm a warm presence to cuddle with, but almost constantly chilly myself. His body heat is very welcome and I hold him closer for both our sakes, but mostly his.

"It will be," I agree quietly. No need to know how or by what method it will be made okay; the determination that it will eventually be is enough.

I don't know how Basco survives. He's always so warm, but for that matter, how cold must everything feel to him. Like a constant fever. No wonder he's such a brat sometimes.

I'm not usually the type to show weakness, but if I can't seek a little bit of comfort when I'm stricken inexplicably blind, when can I?

I curl against Basco with a little sigh.

Oh, this is nice. Joe rolls closer, and it's a small thing but a significant pleasure that he isn't fighting me for no good reason. I mean. Cuddles! They're much less satisfying when taken by force.

A little shifting around later, I've managed to get Joe rolled halfway over, to the point that I can wrap my arms up around his head, tucking his face against my collarbones. His warm breath is a gods-send, and I make an additional imprecise happy murmuring sound when I wind my legs around his and yank him closer to me, making him huff in frustration - which I don't care about, because his breath is strong and warm.

I grumble and huff and grumble some more when he closes his arms around my head, winds his legs around mine. He's so impossible at times, but considering the situation, he's not really worth struggling or trying to get him to let me go.

He's keeping me safe, I realize, not just from the reactions of the rest of the crew, or from myself and any inevitable trouble I'd get in, but from my fear of the unknown.

"Thanks."

For once, I'm completely confident he won't see me smile, and the knowledge makes it easier for a soft, tender expression to reach my face. But in words, I'll stay a little thorny. I mean, he's blind. If I start to sound too sincere, he might not be able to recognise me, see?

"Got no clue what you're talking about."

He can be such a jerk sometimes. But still, there's a soft edge in his voice that isn't typical. I bet he's taking advantage of my current predicament and smiling away. Hopefully not at my misfortune, more likely at how pathetic I'm being.

"Didn't expect you to." I'll play his game.

[MEME: you guys all know where I got it, come on.]

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