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SOUL----
What had he been doing?
He blushed profusely as he leaned on a wall just after he turned the corner from her apartment, glad that the street was empty and no one could see him.
She had been leaning away from him when he snapped out of his daze, not even realizing that he was closing in on her, like a predator.
One minute he was erasing this speck of dust from her temple – of course, never missing the fact that her skin felt warm and so soft beneath his touch. Even as the speck was removed, he continued the skin contact, loving the feeling that was jolting through him as he did so. Opening his hand, he replaced it, this time placing it over her left eye and playing with the stray cluster of hair that seemed to partially cover the green of her eyes, the balls of his hands looking for contact on her cheeks, her eye lashes tickling his palm. That was another thing that distracted him - her eyes. He never had the chance to look her straight in the eye for longer than five seconds - they were…hypnotisingly…beautiful.
Attraction. Yeah, he had been attracted to her before - and, he thought, so did she - since they lived together under the same roof for almost two years. Come on, it would be inevitable. But it didn't really work out - Kid overruled him in Maka's view, and so he decided that they would only be destined to be friends, comrades, no intimacy included. Although, there was that one time, almost a year ago, when she kissed him, fueled by the Kid-induced depression and bottle upon bottle of…champagne (it was the only one available at that time). It was kinda gross actually, her taste at that moment. Yet that didn't really change his view about her. The attraction he felt only…subsided.
Until now.
Was he attracted to her because of their current circumstance?
Because he only just realized that she was actually very attractive?
Because he knows she is his?
Or had the attraction he had for her two years ago, when he was sixteen, rekindled? Reawakened?
Confused. He was just getting more confused. Groaning his frustration, he sauntered on towards his apartment, the confusing thoughts reeling disturbingly in his mind.
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When morning had finally arrived, Soul was up early ready to go.
Not even bothering to bring any of his stuff, apart from his cellphone, charger and some money, he headed for their garage to find his most prized possesion. Big, shiny and beautiful. His ride.
Taking in the beauty that is his motorcycle, he gazed at it for a beat longer before he rode it and let it hum to life. Driving out of the garage, he headed out to the lonely desert highway, heading north, towards the place where he had escaped from. Towards the place he detested. Towards the place where the answers to his questions lie. Towards his old home.
WES----
The car had become too stuffy and he was glad that he finally exited it and breathed in the fresh afternoon air that he had missed. He was home, finally.
Even though the invitation was for two months from now, he found it as the best excuse to be able to return home and just relax. But to relax would be impossible; the situation his brother was in was peculiar.
Straightening the white dress shirt he was wearing, he gracefully walked straight onto the threshold, destined for the library. A maid he had never seen before opened the large entrace door for him. New, he guessed. Her straight silvery light blue hair fell like a waterfall around her face, which was hidden as she was bowed down in welcome.
"Welcome home, master Evans," she croaked gently. Did they expect him to be come home?
"Where is my mother?"
"In the library, sir." As he thought, since like always she loved the view from there so much. And so he headed straight to the library, taking his time to look at the changes in the house since he had been gone for almost four months.
Due to his musical finesse, and the high status of his family, he was sent to Italy to continue studying the art of music and also demonstrate it via public recitals, gaining him his fame. He preffered playing for himself but since his parents asked for him to display it so, he had to agree, since to them he owed them his life - for bringing him up in the best way possible in the best environment.
Sometimes, he wished he had Soul's freedom.
Their mother had always been vexed with his younger brother, for being negligent of his musical studies and not taking their mother's directions into consideration. His taste in music was dark, undercurrents of fear being heard. The mother disapproved of it, but Wes found a sort of beauty present in his playing, causing awe in the way he delivers music to listeners. If she listened carefully, their mother would realize that Soul could possibly be the better player of the two, or at least respect that Soul had as much skill in playing the piano as Wes has in playing the violin.
The library door gently swung open to reveal the shape of his mother, still sitting by the glass coffee table, as she always did , drinking from a delicately decorated teacup, bathed in the beautiful sunset glow. Her hair was longer than it had been when he left, falling in soft curls above her shoulders as strands escape from her bigger, messy bob, her favourite hairstyle.
She looked to him with a face of an ice queen, wrinkles near her eyes even more defined. Eyes of crimson met with its kind and he noticed that hers softened as she laid eyes on him. Placing the teacup down in haste – the action remaining elegant -, she stood smoothly, her appearance still quite formal.
"Wes!" Walking towards him in haste and yet still looking elegant in her excitement, she slowly opened her arms to him in welcome.
"I'm home, mother," he said as he returned her embrace.
"I didn't expect you to return so early. How are you, dear?" Her motherly hands ran over his face and arms lovingly, showing how much she missed him.
"I'm fine, mother, as you can see. Is father back?" Here, her mother shook her head, a very uncommon gesture for her to perform, but she was free to show him this side of her. She could even jump up and down for all he cared.
"He's off to deliver some relics from their last excavation, but he'll be home in two months time."
The mention of the event made him recall his purpose for coming home.
"Mother, what is this invitation I received a week ago? Why is Soul suddenly getting married?" Straight to the point.
Her eyes hardened in a beat, her posture becoming rigid with it. "That, Wes, is something that I cannot tell to anyone else just yet." Wes involuntarily inclined his head in question, and she reacted to it by softening her eyes once again. "But I guess a family member should be allowed to know."
SOUL----
Nine hours on the almost empty road led him through desert, plains and autumn forests until at last the unforgettable structure revealed itself as the trees parted to give way to his sight.
He was here.
He was home.
WES----
"Please don't tell this to anyone outside the house - not even to any of the residents in this house. Wes, this is serious and it shouldn't be spread. It is such a heavy responsibility-"
"Mother," he quickly interrupted, gasping from utter astonishment and disbelief from the discovery, "what were you thinking!? Don't you think this is unfair to Soul and to Miss Albarn? Did you not think to just ask them for this as a favour?"
"Soul is stubborn. I know for a fact that he wouldn't follow any of my orders. So I thought I should take action myself. Its time for him to find his use in the family."
"Thats-! Mother," he grabbed Cordelia by the shoulders and looked into her eyes, his voice falling down in volume to whisper in panic, "Let me talk to Soul, I'll go over to Death City now-" Wes didn't even realize that the door to the library had been open for almost a minute, a figure calmly sauntering over to the two.
"There's no need."
The voice shocked the mother and son, both reflexively whipping their heads in surprise to find the subject of their conversation heading towards them. Three crimson eyes greeted eachother.
Their visitor ran a hand through his white hair, same as Wes', and returned his hand to place in his pockets after the quick gesture, slouching shamelessly.
"Soul…" Wes breathed in surprise. Their mother's visage returned to its usually cold appearance.
"Hello, Wes. Hello, mother." He showed them a sharptoothed grin, which caused Cordelia to shiver underneath Wes' touch despite her still rigid and cold appearance. "Did I miss anything?"
A/N: ohohoho! he's home! Adding Wes' POV so he knows something that soul doesn't 8DD
i was meant to post this yesterday but i was pretty...tired =w=''
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