Note: This is kind of short, but the song Milk and Black Spiders will not get out of my head. So here we go. As always, I do not own Soul Eater, it belongs to Atsushi Okubo. I do not own the song Milk and Black Spiders, it belongs to Foals. This will be my new place for drabbles and oneshots.
She's never been one to actually seek out music. It doesn't resonate with her the way that art or literature do. But once in a while, she can hear something pleasant sounding leaking into the living room from Soul's cracked bedroom door. She never asks who it is, or asks the name of the song. It never interests her enough to make the effort.
She's cutting carrots when she first hears it. It starts with strange, bloated electronic static. The frequency is low enough, she can vaguely feel it in her chest, but it does not hurt her ears. Then a tinkling of notes that remind her of rain in a dream float through the swirling dust moats, past their dormant television set, into her ears. A faint smile twitches on her lips. The low percussion thumps in time with her switching hips, or maybe it is her hips that switch in time with the thumps.
A different kind of quiet static starts, then a serene, melancholy voice, speaking words she cannot hear, but can feel the emotion of. A trilling of what she imagines beams of sun would sound like, and a snap.. snap.. snap.. snap. Her head nods to the beat just a bit, hips still swishing slightly. The tension in the song builds, and builds, and breaks into this explosion of black, insanity, sunlight, dreams, rain, her friends, her family, her partner. Her everythings and everyones swirl around her with the sounds, she feels overwhelmed yet perfectly at peace. She's full on swaying with the waves now, eyes closed and ears open.
"You think you kind of know what I mean now?" His hands slip around her middle, but he makes no move to stop her motions, simply sways with her. Yes, she thinks she gets it now, not entirely, but enough.
"It's.. it's so much for something so little, you know?" Her eyes are still closed, a radiant smile on her face.
"Yeah.." Cause what else needs to be said? The music speaks for itself, and then speaks for you as well. There's nothing quite like a song that can enrapture your soul. She realizes now what she loves so much about the way he plays.