~Short Three: Rainy Day Drabbles~
There were violent shakes of thunder, making even the most sound structures and people tremble. All windows were secured, tightly shut to keep the rouge tears that rained down from the sky out, all window except one. Stray droplets leaked into the room but they were welcomed. There was a breeze that shuffled in clumsy, it carried the scent of all that rained down from above. It fluttered and danced between the obstacles of the room and settled with a kiss on the skin of the olive-eyed girl. Maka loved the rain, something seemed so perfect, so peaceful about it. The rain had a way of quieting the world and washing its cares away ever so easily. The book she was captivated in indulged her softer side, it was a simple story about a man finding his place in an ever-changing, and unforgiving world. She was about 10 chapters in with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Sitting cross-legged on her bed with striped fuzzy socks and pajama shorts on, she was at peace. Her hair was pulled back into a uniform ponytail by a moss green scrunchie; the strands being periodically tussled by the winds. She was in her own world, her beautifully eldritch world where all she could do is dance. And if only she knew how many had wished to be a part of the strange, anomalous life she leads.
A knock fell on deaf ears as the red-eyed man studied his roommate's odd position of hanging upside down with a book glued to her face. He walked silently over to the girl strewn across her bed hoping to grab her attention with the steaming cup in his hand. Seeing his sock-clad feet her gaze was brought up his body to meet his eyes. Maka smiled warmly and sat up quickly then turned around to face him and her hot tea. Placing it gently in her small hands, she peered up at him with a question on her lips.
"Did you put-"
"One tablespoon of sugar, yes." He interrupted with a lazy smile, his meister had always liked things sweet and simple.
"Thanks." It was a soft reply of gratitude but it was as beautiful of the tinkling of a bell. She scooted over making a clear indication that she wanted Soul to join her. He sat gently on her bed, as if afraid to disturb this porcelain doll in a painted picture. She nestled close to him and he could feel her cold thighs against his own jeans covered ones.
"Why do you have the window open? You're ice cold." He looked at her with care and concern. He was put off by her grin and quirked an eyebrow as to her response.
"I like to hear the rain, it's relaxing. Plus I've got you and Blair to keep me warm." She tilted her head on his shoulder and then her eyebrows knitted together, "Where is she anyway?"
"Out, as usual," Soul grunted. He tried to ignore the way her silken strands tickled his collarbone. Maka just hummed as she put her nose back into those old fiber pages and loses herself once more.
After an hour or maybe 2, the rain had cooled to a very light sprinkle, and his sock tops had wiggled down from his lower calf to his low ankle. As for the girl who had been perched on his shoulder? Splayed across him, softly snoring, empty teacup long discarded on her white nightstand. He always wondered how they ended up like this, her limbs tangled in his while visions of sugarplums danced in her head, and him, making constellations out of her freckles with his eyes, his cold bony hands not knowing where to put themselves. His musing was cut off by her slowly sitting up groggily. She grappled his shirt while she used her sleepy strength to pull him down with her. She wrapped her soft and ridiculously warm body around him, and his hands had no choice but to wrap around her too. She was oh so comforting with that scent he had stuck in his nose since he met her and even before it if that was possible. So what if his finger were cold to the touch and her sleeping skin had gained goosebumps. So what if one of his socks got lost under the blankets in the shuffle. So what if they caught a cold from the chilling wind that had now picked up outside. Her skin melted him to the bone and he liked it. She looked like Maka, she was soft like Maka, she smelled like Maka, so it had to be Maka. Had to be Maka that nuzzled his neck. Had to be Maka that smoothed the everlasting crease in his brow by just her sleepy mummers. Had to be Maka that could engulf him in slumber by just being the greedy little sleepy heater she was.
Maka turned over to and stared bleary-eyed into the dim room that basked in the light of the slowly setting sun. She felt refreshed but there was still tightness in her muscles, she wanted to stretch but there was a heavyweight holding her down. The weight had been a roommate, her only roommate. She turned back around and look at his relaxed face with a soft expression. Soul was handsome by any mean, his jawline, his nose, his sharp cheekbones. But Soul was beautiful, beautiful in an eldritch way. Soft tufts of stark white hair and the sharp white teeth to match perfect contours and highlights and shadows. He had white lashes some coated in black eyeliner that he always said looked cool but Maka wasn't sure if she was entirely convinced. Just above those dark circles under pale eyelids laid blood rubies. Beautiful gems, that radiated a kind of ghostly angelicness. She decided to let him sleep, that sleep that took the scowl from his face, that sleep that made him a purring lump of putty in her hands. She mussed his hair, traced his almost nonexistent beauty mark, and tangled herself in gangly limbs. And when she was all tucked away with even breathing once more, Soul cracked a crimson eye open and pressed a chaste kiss on her blonde head. Maybe he liked the rain too.
A/N: BET YOU ALL THOUGHT I WAS DEAD, WELL I'M NOT! I'm just lazy and busy. Since the last one was pretty saucy, I decided to just do a more relaxed one. I'll try to write another soon. Any particular characters you guys want? Lemme know.
~Lucy