Word Count: 205
Summary: "Kiss me a paragraph, and I'll reply with a novel."
Timeline/Spoilers: no timeline; no spoilers
Notes: Soul Eater fic with a way overdone premise yay.
Inspired by a quote that's been floating around on Tumblr; authour unknown.
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She was peaceful evenings curled up on the couch and fireplace-lit passages. She was all expressive prose and charming phrases and long, winding narratives. She epitomized logical sequences of events and scene-by-scene storytelling.
He was chaotic. What his melody lacked in rhyme or reason, he made up for in cacophony and discord. He was all piercing notes and harsh crescendos and furioso movements.
Together, they clashed, creating a wild flurry of sounds and schemes that somehow managed to perfectly blend their individual essences – a resonance of souls.
But how? others would ponder, what with such starkly contrasting temperaments and seeming indifference towards one another. How could two elements so unalike possibly meld into such a masterpiece?
She let them wonder. She already knew, had only forgotten – forgotten that literature, too, was full of twists and turns and unexpected detours and heart-wrenching cliffhangers and erratic characters that seemed more akin to his composition than hers. And that music also took the form of ballads played pianissimo and with a tenderness unmatched by even the most poignant of literary works.
"Kiss me a paragraph, and I'll reply with a novel," she'd once read. But, no.
He kissed her a measure, and she responded with a symphony.
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A/N: first Soul Eater fic, have mercy on me please
Also,
furioso – to play angrily
pianissimo – to play very quietly