Another tumblr prompt, enjoy~
Duende; Unusual power to attract or charm.
She always called to him- she always would.
Even if she didn't know it herself.
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They'd met when they were kids, just children joining an army or a family, he wasn't sure which. On the outside, he didn't think much of her. She didn't look like much, to be honest, but then again neither did he. Despite their initial misgivings, their soul's managed to match- no matter how crookedly they did so. It took them a long time to find their rhythm.
He supposed she called to him even then, the music, the very beat of her soul drawing him in- hook, line, and sinker. Long before they'd even made a full resonance. Maybe even before they met. Was it crazy to think that their souls were old friends? He liked to think it wasn't. If he and a bunch of his friends could change into weapons and they hunted down grotesque creatures that nightmares were made of for a living, he liked to believe that it wasn't insane for his soul and Maka's to be much older than their containers.
Those kind of thoughts were too mushy,he knew, and BlackStar would immediately revoke his bro card if he ever brought it up.
He didn't care, personally, if no one else thought the same way. It made sense to him, and that's what mattered. It was the only way he could wrap his mind around how absolutely…he didn't even have the words to describe how she made him feel. At home? Comfortable? Safe? Loved? He tried not to entertain that last one, thoughts of his meister screaming into the phone with her mother on the other end streaming into the forefront of his mind.
That was not a good night in the Evans-Albarn household.
Her music was sad that night, heartbroken and devastated. He never liked that tune, it's slow and shattered melodies quietly serenading his soul as she cried a few doors over. He tried to help, gently playing her favorite melody until she finally drifted off, both her sniffles and her songs going silent.
He never told her that her song was one only for her, that her soul had created it inside his own.
Shame such beautiful notes could never be produced on any instrument, but he was selfish, and the fact made him happy. He was glad the most glorious of all songs could only be heard by the two of them, the soundtrack of their lives belonging to them and them alone.
He wondered if she felt the same.
Underneath it all- his cool bravado and her fearless masquerade- they still relied on one another.
Without the constant melody, they very well may have fallen apart long ago.
He didn't like to think about his soul going quiet.
He would die a thousand times to keep her song still playing.
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Little did he know, though, is that she would do the same.
She didn't want to live in a world with a silent Soul.