holy water cannot help you now
see I've come to b u r n your kingdom down
and no rivers and no lakes, can put the fire out.
i'm gonna raise the stakes; i'm gonna s m o k e you out
Inbox me a “♡” (no peeking!) and I will randomly generate a number between 1 and 20 and write you a drabble. Mixture of unadulterated tooth-rotting fluff, potentially nfsw and “flangst” (fluffy angst) prompts!
[ maka was running for dear life. – she was never late! this was so unlike her. but it wasn’t like it was her fault! her father had strangely found out about the ‘date’ she was going on with crona and kept trying to stall her from actually making it to the arrangement simply because he refused to accept the fact that his little girl was growing up. the kind of drama spirit seemed to create on a daily basis over small and insignificant things the technician does, he claimed that going with crona was dangerous and that it could be trap. but maka as usual didn’t listen, mostly because she didn’t believe it. after all she got along really well with crona and it wasn’t like he wasn’t nice, plus she thought that strangely they had more things in common than meets the eye. — after all their souls resonated once, that must mean something, right?
she felt terrible for crona he was probably panicking because he thought maka was going to leave him stood up, she seriously hoped he didn’t leave already because she couldn’t stand the idea of making him feel bad because of her father’s reckless actions. olive orbs spot his silhouette from afar and she tries her best to reach him fast enough to stop him from worrying. once she does reach him all she does is bow down, releasing heavy breaths from all the running and then her hands clasp together apologetically. ]
“i’m so sorry i’m late, crona!! – my dad was being an idiot, again and he made me late. i hope you’re not mad?”
◤ Was he really such an open book…? Or, perhaps it was simply that Maka was intuitive regarding those that she cared for. After all, their soul wavelengths had resonated, once upon a time. Certainly she must have some semblance of an idea as to how his unstable mind sought answers.
He pursed his pallid lips softly, turning his gaze aside as digits so thin and frail they could pass for bones fidgeted in the dark folds of his lap. “…I-I…I think I’ll…try to read it again l-later.” After all, he couldn’t rely on Maka for everything forever, now could he? “…B-but…thank you. Hey, Maka? Uhm…a-after class…uh…a-are you…doing anything? Black Star said that there’s gonna be a basketball game, and…” ◢
[ it’s not his problem. maka has the ability to do this with everyone whom she considers close to her, mostly because she cares and wants to help which would be the latter. plus, with crona it was a different type of thing their wavelengths had resonated once which perhaps didn’t make them that different from each other. – somehow. probably because most times maka isn’t as certain as she sounds, yet, she pretends because it gives other the feeling of safety which is something she lives to provide.
the ashy blonde will simply give a nod in reaction to his words, it was only normal that he wanted to get this one by himself. she didn’t like it when others tried to solve her problems for her either. she’s about to turn to her own work once again before her ears perk up to the sound of crona addressing her once again. she’ll give a shake of her head, lips curving into a soft smile. ]
"i’m not doing anything special after class. – if you want me to keep you company during the basketball match i don’t mind, either.”
Dammit. So he would have to find his home town on his own. What a shame. Still running away from those dreadful Unowns. They terrified him. Haunted him, and wanted him to die.
❝ Ah, that’s alright. I guess I can go on my own way and try to find my hometown. ❞
He just wanted to get away fast.
[ although she was clearly annoyed by the presence of this outsider in the beginning. she can’t help but feel a tiny bit of guilt lingering within her for not trying any harder to help him, because after all she was in this academy to help people. – mostly help people get rid of soul consuming demons but, it’s almost the same thing. she’ll stand up and motion the outsider to follow her. ]
"i’m sure there must be a map around here. – you’re currently in death city, so your hometown can’t be that far. —- hopefully. what’s your name, anyway?“
[ Eyebrows raise momentarily at the information. An intimidating look? Granted, fangs were rad ; but were they that scary? They were teeth. Yet ; it was a good excuse for the aged vampiress for future s i t u a t i o n s. ]
❝ Haven’t seen him. ❞
[ she’s just going to release a frustrated groan, maka was seriously not in the mood to put up with soul’s irresponsibility specially when they clearly had training to get to so they could catch the 99 demon souls they had lost because of that damn tricky cat. ]
“boys are so useless sometimes, it makes me cringe. but thank you anyway, miss. – my name’s maka. maka albarn, by the way.”
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it. —Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man (via seabois)
She may or may not sound like a maniac. But her ‘weapon‘ may or may not sound like a fucking shark. Not following — naturally — but God can that boy pretend. ————— or at least entertain the thought of trying.
“—— no comprende. You high or somethin’, lady?”
[ she’s just going to wrinkle her nose at the strange man. – he looks like he’s not even paying proper attention to what she’s saying, typical of the male species. – really. it’s going to take all the self-control in her small frame not to physically assault you right now. ]
“of course i’m not high, i’m clearly looking for someone.”
The degree to which her ire rose, nearly matching that of the volume her voice reached, genuinely startled the weapon; a feat in itself. His slacker behavior almost never failed to agitate her, but he couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen the twin-tailed Meister so virulent and…honestly angry. She had a temper, that was inarguable, but…this was different. His brows drew together in a deep crease as she pinched the bridge of her nose in palpable exasperation and turned on her heels to hurry away.
Selfish… was he, really? He was always willing to die for his Meister at any given moment, and the scar that seared across his chest was proof enough of that… and yet, he couldn’t even drag himself out of bed an hour earlier to ensure she remained at her standing? He never thought he failed to act responsibly as her weapon… but when it came to school, perhaps that wasn’t true. He was a reflection of her as her partner… maybe.. skipping class wasn’t so cool after all.
Heaving a sigh, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and padded across the treated wood of his floor after her. “…Maka.” He harrowed her on her way out, catching her at the door frame and shouldering past her without taking the time to make eye contact; he was too cool to outright admit that he was wrong about anything. So instead, he simply insisted; “…lemme get it this time. What do you want for breakfast?”
[ as soon as she turns around to leave the room, maka instantly regrets each and every insult that she spat out at him. – soul being lazy wasn’t something new for her. yes, it did get her worked up but she realizes that she had absolutely no right to call him selfish when he’s willing to risk his own life for her. but it seems like most times the honey blonde allows her temper to get the best of her and ends up saying things she doesn’t mean. soul was irresponsible but he was by far the least selfish person maka has ever met, and perhaps she should learn to be more tolerant instead of exploding like that. – such an irrational and immature thing to do, so unlike her logical and know-it-all self.
she should apologize to him, shouldn’t she? after all, they were best friends and best friends don’t yell at each other like that, right? but it seems like the technician is taken back by her own pride and remains quiet. that is until he pierces the silence and shoulders right past her. she figures he’s mad at her for saying such lies, and he had the right to after all he’s gotten a scar across his chest because a while back she had been careless, not to mention the countless times he’s risked his life to save her.
but the thing is, he isn’t. perhaps maybe both of them had made a mistake today and realized it. unlike him, widened olive hues search for his back turned on her as she looks up. ]
“… – soul.”
[ that’s all she can mumble for now, at least he’s taken initiative of actually doing something and somehow that makes her feel accomplished even if she said some hurtful things. – she’ll talk about that later. lips curve into a dim smile before she walks a bit closer to him, closing the distance between them and allows her hand to rest on his shoulder. her smile grows a bit wider to let him know she’s not mad anymore. ]
“it’s okay, i’ll help you. – you know i actually like cooking, plus, we can’t risk you burning down the house.”
