Note: I do not own Soul Eater, nor is the concept of Blind!Maka my own! An anon requested this, but Temperednightsky is writing an incredible story called Lucifugous, in which Maka is blind. It's very well written an just overall an awesome and entertaining story. Everyone should read it. Seriously.
This is rated T just to be safe. Enjoy!
"The sun is setting."
"Yeah.. I can feel it getting cooler now."
Her fingers tighten around his slightly. She shivers, bikini doing little to protect her from the cold. He pulls her back to his chest, wraps his arms about her and focuses on radiating all the warmth he has to her. She sighs gratefully and leans into his embrace. He watches her poorly painted toes wriggle in the sand and presses his lips to the back of her neck, smiling into her skin. She giggles just a little.
They stand in silence as the sun disappears beneath the ocean for a while. He finches just a bit when she brakes the silence.
"Hey…Soul?"
"Yeah Maka?"
"What does a sunset look like…?"
It takes him so long. So, so very long to think up a way to describe a sunset to a girl who cannot, and has never seen. She is disheartened by the long pause, just about ready to tell him to forget it, when he begins.
"Well, sometimes, if you get a good one, the clouds turn all different colours. Pink, purple, orange, yellow, sometimes red. Red is passionate, looks how kissing feels, but also how anger and rage feels. I'm not sure how I feel about it..I never have been."
He traces his fingers along her bare back where the red of the sunset would be, the edge of her bikini bottoms the horizon. She gasps a little, but nods for him to keep going, She wants to know.
"Now, yellow is how sunlight felt against your skin when you were a kid, it looks like flutes sound, feels like the support of a real friend. The sun seems yellow"
His fingers trace her skin once more, in a little circular motion, and she can see it in her mind she thinks, maybe, sort of, in a delightful way. She feels warmth bloom in her abdomen, leans closer to Soul so he can tell her more of the phenomenon known as a sunset. His fingertips are soft and insistent. He wants to show her in the best way he knows how.
"Orange is obnoxious, but I know you would love it. Orange is the colour of flames, it's the colour of sincerity. You can't hide in orange. It tells the truth, always."
His thumbs start at the middle of her spine, but smooth outward to her hips, goosebumps bred in the wake of his touch. He nuzzles her shoulder for a moment, but continues on.
"Purple is calm. It's mild nights and mellow dreams. It's not warm or cold, it's how you feel just as the sun starts to say goodnight."
It the midsection of her back, he places his palms and spreads his fingers. This is where purple resides, he says. Purple is peaceful, it stays close to your heart.
"Pink is sweet, the way cotton candy melts in your mouth, light like feathers, warm like your skin when we… well when we.. ya know…"
She giggles at this, then quietly gasps as he kisses her just below where he showes her purple was. She feels blood rush to her cheeks, and she knows exactly what pink is now.
"High in the sky now, it's black. Black can be absolute peace. Black can be nightmarish. When it wraps around you, it will either free you or suffocate you. I think you may know this already though."
She nods solemnly. He continues.
"Blue is ice. It's silence, it's thick. It is proud. Lost of people say it's their favourite colour. If you can accept you, you can accept blue."
She laughs outright as he cringes at his unintentional rhyme, then moans outright as he grasps her ass in his large hands.
Ohhh, she thinks, this must be where the blue is.
She thinks she likes blue.
She thinks that he's done, turns around and faces him instead, grasping his face in her palms so she can feel how he is feeling. He's smiling at her, little dimples in his cheeks prominent. She has to smile too.
"What?"
"Green."
"What about it?"
"It's my favourite colour."
"Oh…."
"Green is clean air. It's sanity and solace. Green is courageous, but delicate when called for. Green is honest and full of vitality. Green is you."
He brushes his thumbs just beneath her eyes, kisses her forehead, not caring that she's too dumbstruck to speak.
She can see. She can see all of what he's shown her and it's beautiful. She decides that he is all of these colours he's shown her.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
She kisses his lips and sees pink, feels passionate red within her chest, tastes the calm of purple in his comforting mouth, hears orange when he makes a terrible, hilarious joke.
He is the sight she does not possess, and she is perfectly alright with that.