Amazing what the mind comes up with in the most random moments of your life. I just realized that Soul and Maka's initials are S&M. Does that make me slow, messed up, pathetic, or all three? Lol, read on, friends
He was tall. He was lean. His hair was the white of freshly fallen snow. His eyes were the crimson color of new blood. His teeth were sharp, serrated, like those of a shark's. He wore baggy pants, and bright orange t-shirts beneath a black leather jacket. Steel-toed boots encased his feet. His skin was tanned, his body muscular.
He was Soul Eater Evans.
She was average height. She was thin. Her hair was the ashy blonde of dusk. Her eyes were the bright, entrancing viridian hue of the purest emeralds. She had a small, reserved smile. She wore short skirts and white blouses with sweater vests and a long black jacket that reached her solid black-and-silver steel-toed boots. Her skin was fair, her body lithe.
She was Maka Albarn.
He was cool. He didn't care about anything. He played the piano, but not for people. He didn't care what other people thought. He was quiet and tough and completely, totally arrogant. He was a Demon Scythe weapon. He had a self-centered, over confident soul wavelength that few could match. He didn't care. People thought he was obnoxious, rude. He didn't care. He had moments of extreme profoundness that he always denied.
He was a fake.
She was free. She was never anything but herself. She was studious, quiet, and reserved. She didn't care what people thought. She was fast, acrobatic, and agile. She had a short fuse and a notorious temper. She was a Scythe meister. She had a calm, soothing, anti-magic soul wavelength that was extremely flexible. People thought she was boring, violent, and too smart. She wanted someone around to help her, but she didn't let that desire consume her.
She was real.
He watched over her as a guardian angel. He was her partner, her protector. He was her best friend. He lived in the room next to hers in their small apartment. He made her dinner most nights. He slept beside her in class. He fought side-by-side with her. He watched her every movement. Memorized the sound of her voice. Followed every line and hollow of her face. Held her close when she came to him with nightmares. He didn't like her. Not in the way Blackstar always taunted him with. He didn't love his meister.
He was a liar.
She trained him to be the next Death Scythe. She trained him to surpass her father. She was his partner, his technician. She was his best friend. She lived in the room beside his in their small flat. She usually made breakfast. She hit Soul awake during class. She battled skillfully with him as her loyal weapon. She could read his every emotion in his eyes. She knew his voice inflections by heart. She knew every contour of his face like it were her own. She knew she liked him, in the way Liz always teased her about. She loved him. She couldn't admit it aloud.
She was a coward.
They're full of differences. Two conflicting personalities. But they balance each other out. She is the light to his dark. He is the calm to her storm. There is one thing that they both have in common, though.
They would die for each other.