Done for a tumblr prompt.

Brontide; The low rumbling of distant thunder.

She wasn't necessarily proud of it, she knew she was being irrational, but as the thunder boomed and the flimsy walls rattled with it's force, mixed with the distant sounds of her mother's screams and her father's pleas and the final sound of the slamming of a front door, every rational thought flew out the window.

She would never admit it- she was Maka Fucking Albarn, for Death's sake- but, the fact remains.

She was terrified of thunderstorms.

This was a little known fact, even BlackStar being unaware, but she supposed it was for the best. So what if she sat cowering in her room the entire night? Soul slept soundly and her reputation remained intact, a lost night's sleep was a little price to pay. As long as she was never found out, that is, but Soul was a heavy sleeper and Blair didn't think anything of it because she was cowering under the covers as well.

The only thing to ever tip anyone off might've been the especially sour mood she would be before the storm itself and the way she'd give little fearful glances at the gradually darkening horizon, but her attitude would be chalked up to 'lady problems' and she could easily cover her case of shifty eyes with an offhanded comment about how 'wow that storm seems to be moving in quick huh'.

Crazy that she'd ever think her partner would remain oblivious forever.

So it's safe to say she was more than a little startled during the latest storm, as if the constant booming bass of the thunder and it's crackling accompaniment wasn't bad enough, the light knock at her door nearly scared her out of her skin. "Maka? You awake-?" Came Soul's hushed whisper as he cracked her door, a bloody eye peaking in before the door swung open the rest of the way.

One look at her all cocooned in three different comforters and tear tracks marking her face, he was at her side in an instant, careful hands hesitant as they hovered over her, unsure. "Are you okay? What happened?" He still spoke in his hushed tone, worried to startle her even more. She sniffed and pulled her blankets tighter.

"Nothing. 'M fine." He'd only just caught her before she'd managed to retreat into her blanket burrito, his hand carefully touching the dried streaks on her cheek. She sighed and closed her eyes, unconsciously leaning into his hand.

"It's the storm." She muttered after a moment. He nodded, his thumb rubbing languidly across her cheekbone.

"M'kay. Scooch over." Dark green flashed as lightning lit up the dark and she flinched.

"What?"

Soul nudged her with his knee, "Scooch. Lemme sit down- or did you expect me to stand all night?" Maka gaped at him before sputtering some half hearted attempts to tell him 'to get his ass back to bed- no, Soul, dammit go to bed- ugh fine, shit-! ow get your knee out of my ribs!'. Another booming rattle startled her so badly she nearly yanked him into her protective little fort.

Three potential bruises later, and they were both situated in her blanket burrito, Maka somehow ending up sideways in his lap. She tried not to think about it. Mostly because he forgot a shirt and wow he was really warm and- Yep, totally not thinking about it.

"Y'wanna talk about it?" He yawned, her head resting on his shoulder with his cheek against her forehead while his hand played with hers blindly, his other wrapped loosely around her waist. She gave a quick shake of her head, eyes downcast to his fingers, watching as they twined and twisted with her own. "Alright."

She couldn't help but to think hers looked almost clumsy in comparison.

"You should get some sleep." Soul mumbled in her ear, and her body was too tired to register how his breath felt ghosting over her skin. He was warm, she was tired, and the reassuring thrumming of his soul nestled against hers was more than enough to lull her to sleep