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metamorphosis2010-09-20 05:19 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-09-20 05:19 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: Crash! Rumble! Boom!
Characters: Soul, Maka
Rating: G
It takes him an hour to find her; she's under the dining room table, arms wrapped around her knees and a blanket almost swallowing her lithe frame. He watches from the doorway, hears the thunder crash and lightning flash, and starts to laugh. Was she serious?
She frowns and curls tighter into herself.
“Shut it, Soul.”
Third day of being partners, and he already knows one of her weaknesses; it was easily fixable, though, and he decides that cool guys don't let chicks stay scared for too long. He slips under the table with her, arms itching to wrap around her, especially when the thunder rolls, the rain falls harder, and lightning illuminates her shadowed, frightened face. If they were any closer, he reflects, he would've tugged away the blanket it and pulled her close against his chest, held her and littered her hair with sweet nothings to chase away the fear, but they weren't and besides, how could anyone be interested in a chick like that?
“Aren't you a little too old to be afraid of thunderstorms?”
Maka frowns again and, after a moment of hesitation, nods. Soul snorts and, against the part of him that wants to run and blow this moment off as if it never happened, leans against her, a line of warmth in the muggy room.
“Then why are you?”
She shrugs and watches the windows flare as bright as the sun.
“I just am. I've always been. I--”
She's drowned out by another crash of thunder and almost flinches from it, smiling apologetically.
“Like I was saying, I know it isn't a big deal – just a bunch of shock waves – but it still scares me.”
“Guess I should've checked that before I agreed to be your partner.”
He regrets the words the moment a flash of lightning shows the contours of hurt on her faced – then it's covered in darkness, and Soul pushes himself to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her close. She tenses against his chest and never relaxes; he's fine with that, because he's tense, too, fiddling awkwardly with the edge of the blanket and pursing his lips against serrated teeth.
“I'm your Weapon, Maka. I'm supposed to protect you. So stop worrying about thunder, alright?”
Then, an afterthought;
“It isn't cool.”
She laughs a little and nods, giving him a wry look.
“Oh, I feel real safe now.”
He scowls at her and she laughs harder, fading off into a more comfortable silence than they started with. It takes them a moment to realize the storm's stopped, save the drizzling rain, and less than that to separate, suddenly embarrassed. She pulls the blanket around herself tighter, glances outside, and smiles again.
“I'll make dinner tonight, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Don't burn it this time.”
“That was you, jerk.”
Soul watches her flee, dragging the blanket as if it's a shield, something to protect her from – from him? Or from the sound of thunder, which rumbles in the distance, long past and done with? – and runs a hand through his hair.
Characters: Soul, Maka
Rating: G
It takes him an hour to find her; she's under the dining room table, arms wrapped around her knees and a blanket almost swallowing her lithe frame. He watches from the doorway, hears the thunder crash and lightning flash, and starts to laugh. Was she serious?
She frowns and curls tighter into herself.
“Shut it, Soul.”
Third day of being partners, and he already knows one of her weaknesses; it was easily fixable, though, and he decides that cool guys don't let chicks stay scared for too long. He slips under the table with her, arms itching to wrap around her, especially when the thunder rolls, the rain falls harder, and lightning illuminates her shadowed, frightened face. If they were any closer, he reflects, he would've tugged away the blanket it and pulled her close against his chest, held her and littered her hair with sweet nothings to chase away the fear, but they weren't and besides, how could anyone be interested in a chick like that?
“Aren't you a little too old to be afraid of thunderstorms?”
Maka frowns again and, after a moment of hesitation, nods. Soul snorts and, against the part of him that wants to run and blow this moment off as if it never happened, leans against her, a line of warmth in the muggy room.
“Then why are you?”
She shrugs and watches the windows flare as bright as the sun.
“I just am. I've always been. I--”
She's drowned out by another crash of thunder and almost flinches from it, smiling apologetically.
“Like I was saying, I know it isn't a big deal – just a bunch of shock waves – but it still scares me.”
“Guess I should've checked that before I agreed to be your partner.”
He regrets the words the moment a flash of lightning shows the contours of hurt on her faced – then it's covered in darkness, and Soul pushes himself to wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her close. She tenses against his chest and never relaxes; he's fine with that, because he's tense, too, fiddling awkwardly with the edge of the blanket and pursing his lips against serrated teeth.
“I'm your Weapon, Maka. I'm supposed to protect you. So stop worrying about thunder, alright?”
Then, an afterthought;
“It isn't cool.”
She laughs a little and nods, giving him a wry look.
“Oh, I feel real safe now.”
He scowls at her and she laughs harder, fading off into a more comfortable silence than they started with. It takes them a moment to realize the storm's stopped, save the drizzling rain, and less than that to separate, suddenly embarrassed. She pulls the blanket around herself tighter, glances outside, and smiles again.
“I'll make dinner tonight, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Don't burn it this time.”
“That was you, jerk.”
Soul watches her flee, dragging the blanket as if it's a shield, something to protect her from – from him? Or from the sound of thunder, which rumbles in the distance, long past and done with? – and runs a hand through his hair.