AN: I wrote this for eisschirmchen who drew two pictures of Soul and Maka as nature type spirits. They were so beautiful and details that I was inspired and this kinda happened...

Definitely go check out her tumblr to find the pictures, they're gorgeous.

I just I can't even with her. Eis' art is truly incredible.

"Little fey!" He called. She wanted to ignore him and continue to read the leaves she'd found but courtesy demanded she be civil.

She nodded her head, careful not to look him in the eye, "Protector."

"Oh come on, not you too. Really? The formal title?" He scowled and rubbed at the still raw tattoos that marked his status. "You know you can still call me—"

"You have a forest to watch over, the aspens need help." She cupped the bud of a lady slipper and coaxed it up, whispering words of beauty and nature until it bloomed.

"I always loved watching you do that, Maka."

Biting the inside of her lip stung but it kept her from turning around to face him, she'd heard the scar had healed but wasn't sure her carefully maintained indifference would hold if she saw it.

"Maka? Can you, could you at least look at me?" His voice was soft, as if he were talking a sapling out of the shadows. He'd always been better with trees than flowers. "I haven't seen you a lot." They both knew why.

She pivoted and stood in one quick movement, and froze when she saw the green stones against his chest. "You kept it?"

"Wha—oh yeah. Course. Took me a while to find them again, the twine you'd put them on the first time got cut." His hand came up to fidget with the warm jade stones on the necklace she'd given him years ago. Her hand was already there feeling the warm glassine surface, "Meant a lot to you. And to me."

Keeping her head bowed and her eyes focused on the necklace and not his hand over hers or the scar that ran across his chest Maka finally whispered, "I'm sorry, Soul."

"It was a choice and I'd make it again to keep you safe." His fingers tilted her chin up until she was finally looking him in the eye. The only regret in his eyes was for the guilt she felt. Soul crushed her to him in a fierce hug. In return Maka snaked her arms around his waist to clutch at his back, she'd missed him.

The ground was warm under their feet and the forest still smelled like the rain that had just fallen. "You know, I'm terrible with the flowers in this forest. They don't like me as much as they like you." The idea had occurred to him a few weeks ago when he'd been trying to convince the daffodils that winter was over and that they needed to bloom. He rested his chin on top of her head, "I could really use your help."

"Are you— but how? Soul?"

"I'm hopeless with the flowers." He grinned a little when she pulled back to look at him. "Or, I'm just hopeless without you."

He stooped down as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him for everything she was worth.