Acciaccatura: grace note, an embellishing note usually written in smaller size.
A place for my one-shots for Soul Eater
He has his rituals, and you have yours because after all, you love him.
Rituals
From the corner of your eye you see a figure resting in the trees. Their red eyes search your face for a moment before disappearing into the trees and there is no mistaking it.
It's him. You can tell, even if his hair is hidden under a thick coat of mud and moss.
You met him when you were thirteen. His fingernails still had dirt under them as he played for you. 'This is who I am' he tells you with a tired voice. When you hold out your hand, you know.
Staring out the window you watch for movement in the forest. You moved away from Death City, the place you were born, for him. It's greener here and the summers are too cold for you but leaving his side was never an option. Not since he took your hand in that dark music room.
With a mug in your hand, you settle down in the armchair overlooking the woods. You know that later on he will return to you, and you will lean against the bath as you scrub mud from his hair. You will wait for him to rest between your legs as you untangle the flowers from his hair and press them between the pages of your favourite books.
You will laugh quietly, knowing that Black Star will be left doing the same to Tsubaki and he will smile every time you bring this up, as if you haven't told that same joke for the past four years.
Your hand will be on his back, or his arm, as you guide him to his room and close the door. You will kiss his forehead when you think he is asleep.
And then you are left with some free time before the sun comes up. You will call Black Star to see if Tsu is alright and then message Kid in hopes Patti didn't do anything crazy back home. You will make lists of what you want sent to you and box gifts for your papa. And you will always call Blaire and ask her to give him a hug for her.
As the sun begins to rise, you will dress for bed and brush your teeth. You will walk to your room in the dark and slip into your bed.
You will pretend you cannot feel him slip in beside you and press his lips to your temple.
Soul has his rituals, re-connecting himself with the earth. He and Tsu will braid each other's hair, entangling flowers as they go. They will paint each other's faces with mud and disappear into the woods. They have their rituals.
And you have yours.