Five Senses

Taste:

The sensation was overpowering. Like a million tiny rubies had marched into her mouth and started attacking her tongue all at once. The simulated organ thrashed and flailed, hurriedly dislodging its assailant down her throat and out of range of her taste buds.

That should have worked, but no. The assault continued. It continued even after she scraped her tongue along the bottom of her front teeth. The intensity – bitter, her memory of Steven’s explanation supplied – made her shudder and wretch almost violently.

She stared down at the dark liquid in her cup, scowling.

She would never drink coffee again.

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Touch:

The smooth, grainy sand against her palms, the plush towel that kept the grains from sticking to most of her body, and the gentle light of Earth’s star enveloped her, making it increasingly difficult for her to want to move. And why would she? It was like basking in the light of her Diamond, only her Diamond wasn’t here to bark orders. It was just her for now, doing only what she wanted. So she remained lying on the towel in the sand, eyes closed and hands idly tracing patterns in the grains.

So…this was freedom, was it?

It was…nice.

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Sight:

As a servant, she’d never had time to watch the sky. Now, there was nothing but time, and she found herself mesmerized by the orange ball of light and the warm bands of color as they slowly pushed back the deep blues of night.

She’d been there since sunset, leaning against the lighthouse railing as she watched the pale of day darken, rainbow bands of color joining the sun as it sank below the horizon, allowing the stars and moon to be visible.

It was unreal, how much the appearance of the sky could change the whole world below her.

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Sound:

There were no end to the differences between Earth and Homeworld. Homeworld had music, but that was generally reserved for the elites, and only Blue Diamond’s court did anything significant with it. Here, though, a couple humans and a group of misfit gems could collaborate to compose music about something as unimportant as the weather, each being involved playing a strange instrument that added an even stranger sound into the mess that filled the air. It was an absolute waste of time!

That was how she thought, so why did she want to figure out the words and sing along?

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Smell:

She was under attack. What else could it be? There had been a loud sound like an ancient gem ship taking off and then an intense stench drove away everything pleasant, all centered around the purple quartz. She registered laughter from two other and a concerned voice, but she couldn’t focus on them. All she could think of was the acrid tang that was somehow simultaneously bitter, sour, musky, salty, and sickeningly sweet.

She immediately bolted for the door. She had to find a way to escape the horrid cloud of scents. She only hoped that it couldn’t follow her.