You Know You Trust Your Partner...
by. Poisoned Scarlet
...when you can have lazy conversation with him.
Her eyes were growing heavy but her mind was restless with thoughts, the longer the television droned on. The sun wasn't even close to setting: it was only noon. School had been canceled today because it was a national holiday and, although she had gotten enough hours of sleep and she had woken up early to cook breakfast as usual, drowsiness had captured her in its net by midday.
She shifted on the recliner, her book cuddled to her chest. Her body temperature was dropping with every droop of her eyes, causing her to shiver. She clutched the book to her chest, glassy-eyed as she stared unseeingly into the television.
Soul walked into the living room, holding his guitar in his hand with a scowl.
Her drowsiness was warded off for the time being. "What's wrong?"
"Snapped a string on my guitar while I was tuning it." He frustratingly sighed. "Hate it when that happens." She watched, curiously, as he sat himself on the couch and shook out a coil of string from its package. She had never seen him tie on a guitar string before so she watched silently as he tore the broken one off and replaced it carefully.
"How come you didn't do that in your room?" Maka asked, unable to help herself.
"Too dark." He replied, absently. She watched him tighten a knob on the guitar, plucking the string once. "'Sides, I was bored of staying in my room all day. I wanted to see what you were up to but you're just reading – as usual."
"I don't always read."
"Doing homework or studying doesn't count."
Maka scowled and turned away from him, too fatigued to verbally complain. Instead, she threw her book at him and sighed when he dodged and smirked; not removing his eyes from his task. She could bet he felt smug because of that and, instead of crushing that pride as she usually did, she gazed at the ceiling.
It wasn't like she had been trying to hit him, anyway.
Her eyes grew heavy again, a few thoughts having been startled away with his abrupt entrance. Her body sunk into the recliner lazily. She was sitting on it awkwardly, with her legs dangling over the armrest. She vaguely thought her back would suffer once she awoke from her nap but she felt too fatigued to actually bother to move.
"Hey!" Soul whistled, startling her sleepiness momentarily. "Don't fall asleep like that! Your back's gonna' hurt like hell when you wake up later!"
Maka grunted, letting her head hang back. She shut her eyes tightly, unwilling to leave the uncomfortable yet comfortable position. The window sat behind her, so a few rays of warm sunlight bathed her skin a healthy golden. If she moved, she would be removed from the suns rays, and she would be cold in her sleep.
"Maka!"
"I know..." She growled, voice slightly hoarse. "I'm going!"
"Hey, you alright? You sound kinda' sick." Soul asked, watching with veiled worry as she slowly righted herself on the recliner. She stood up, cracking her back, and wordlessly stalked over to the couch where he sat.
"Move over..." She mumbled, dropping stomach first onto the sofa. Her feet kicked his thighs over, telling him to either find another spot or make himself comfortable somehow.
"Yeah, kick me off, I don't care." Soul sarcastically muttered, pushing her feet away and walking over to the recliner she had been previously dozing on. Maka made no comment, opting for stretching out on the couch like a cat. Her sleepy eyes watched Soul as he plucked a few more strings on his guitar. Although he was merely tuning it, the sounds were slowly lulling her to sleep. She was caught between wakefulness and sleep, unable to fall into a fitful rest with her partner hovering close by, when she heard him gently strum a song.
The song was so soft, like the petals of a flower, that her mind succumbed to her fatigue. It was a losing battle to stay awake and listen to his playing because every strum made her eyes feel heavier and heavier.
"What's... it called?" Maka barely had enough energy in her to ask.
"Dunno'. Just some song I heard on the radio." Soul shrugged. "I only remember the bridge."
"It's nice." Her breathing became shallow.
"Yeah, it was pretty good." Soul said, picking out a few more chords. "The lead singer's voice reminded me of another band I know."
"Which...one...?"
Soul softly snorted. "You wouldn't know them. All you listen to is drum and bass. A little better than trance fusion, but it's still horrible."
"Oh..." Maka sleepily mumbled, not entirely following the conversation. "'Kay...keep playing." And she was asleep.
Soul paused, looking up to see his meister had fallen into a sound sleep. The last chord thrummed in the air for a few more seconds before disappearing completely. He tapped the pad of his hand against the fingerboard, watching her sleep.
She was smiling, likely due to the fact that he actually played for her; although it didn't really count, since she had been too drowsy to enjoy the sounds he produced. He ran his pick down a few strings, looking up again. She didn't stir, the smile still clinging to her lips. She breathed in deeply instead and rolled on her back, a hand fisted loosely on her chest. Her hair was loose today, tumbling over the edge of the couch in wavy strips.
Soul glanced back down at his guitar and made himself comfortable on the recliner, returning to his task of picking out the chords to a song he heard on the radio.
Maka's smile never disappeared, even as she slept.
A.N: Almost every song from the band Lydia reminds me of Soul and Maka. I wrote this while I was listening to them... :D
Note: dedicated to MusicSoundsMySoul 14. It may not be what you requested, but it's close enough, right?
Scarlett.