Summary: Because Summon Spirits can fall in love too. –One-sided Ratatosk/Marta, one-sided Richter/Emil, implied Emil/Marta-
Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did, trust me, Marta would not exist.
Hair falling, eyes sparkling, lips parting...
Her voice carries because she is not a quiet girl. Quietness, he thinks, would not become of her anyway. It is best that she is loud, that she yells and screams. Even when her anger is directed at him, he would not want her to act in any other way. He likes her like this. There is no need to change who she is for him because he likes her just the way she is. He chances a glance over his shoulder, twirling his sword in an arc to his left and backstepping away from the enemy; she is chanting again, beginning a new spell, as loud and bright as her first.
Say something, say anything, say nothing...
He loves to listen to her voice; it dives straight into his soul and fills him with a warm feeling that he can't quite describe. He's been alone and asleep for so long that he had forgotten how a person's voice can affect him (how a voice can affect anyone). He wishes she would say something to him right now, anything at all. But she doesn't speak to him unless she has to, and she hates to speak to him because she wants the other him. So perhaps it is better that she says nothing to him.
He doesn't have to like that though...
Heal me, help me, hold me...
He doesn't remember ever being in love before. He's not even sure that this is love. She would claim it isn't, he's sure of that (What does a Centurion know about love? What does the Lord of All Monsters know about love?), but for the moment, he wants to believe that it is.
Skin bleeding, eyes stinging, heart breaking...
And in the end, it doesn't matter anyway. (I'm going to close the door; you'll never see me again). She gets her man, the other him (Emil, Emil! I love Emil! Give me back my Emil!) and he, the Lord of All Monsters, is left as he was, alone, guarding a door that so few even know exists. It's like it was in the beginning, since the first time he was locked away in this place beneath the Otherwordly Gate (It's always the same, isn't it?).
Except this time, it is a little bit different. This time, Ratatosk is imprisoned with another, and both can guard this door together. And even though they were enemies, they're not that anymore, are they? They've bonded because they both lost someone important (Someone they loved). Ratatosk glances to where Richter is slouched against a wall; he looks hurt, and not physically. Ratatosk feels the same way.
Two broken hearts which can never be mended...