Stars are like hopes,
Maka thinks, releasing the shaft of Soul's weapon form. His scythe blade shifts and swirls in a blend of red and black, ultimately resting on the shocking white of his unruly spikes, the tan of his warm skin, and the liquid ruby of his ever-observant eyes.
They're always there, piercing the black cloak of night with specks of light, there to guide you in times of darkness or confusion.
She lets a soft smile pass her lips, her verdant green eyes shimmering with starlight. Soul glances at her, observing and calculating her every move, anxious to assure there's no damage to her after the particularly grueling training session they had just gotten through.
She sighs and falls limply to her back, sprawled out delicately in the wide, almost infinite grassy field, surrounded by an endless black night sky framed by thousands upon thousands of shimmering silver stars. Soul immediately startles, his eyes widening a fraction, arms already poised to reach her. She lets her heavy eyes fall closed, a lopsided gin still fixed to her face. Soul relaxes, letting his arms fall to his sides, a lazy grin working its way onto his own face. Her breath steadily evens, her shoulders relaxing, alerting Soul that his Meister has fallen asleep.
He watches her lay there for a moment, hair spread out beneath her, soft (not that he would know, he thinks grudgingly) lips parted in sleep, before he realizes he's being an absolute creep and moves to get her into the truck.
They're there to pick you up and carry you home, when you no longer can for yourself.
He gently scoops her into his arms, her parted lips allowing her soft snores to repeatedly blow the wheat-colored fringe off her forehead. He tries to walk steadily, so as not to wake his sleeping Meister. He attempts to set her down as gently as possible in the passenger seat of their rented truck, (his motorcycle could not possibly work, Maka had earlier argued) but ends up banging his head on the roof of the car, waking her with an elegant:
"Ow, shit."
Maka blinks owlishly up at him, slowly realizing he probably carried her to the rusty blue truck.
"Did you...?" She inquires lightly, surveying the area around her. He immediately averts his eyes, face heating rapidly.
"Was tryin' to do somethin' nice..." He mumbles, shuffling away to get into the driver's side. She scratches the bridge of her nose, hiding a grin.
If darkness is the night, Soul is the stars, She thinks fondly, closing her eyes once more.