I want to give you the world, but I don't have that kind of Money
Who: Soul Eater and Jack Skellington
When: Late Wednesday evening, early Thursday morning
Where: The Rec Room
Summary: As Soul struggles to make Maka's birthday present, Jack comes in to lend a hand.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
He had missed her birthday, and while it hadn't been his fault, Soul still felt bad about it. He felt bad about most of the things that went on in the past few weeks. In order to set things right across the board, this was one more thing he had to make up to her. He didn't have anything to give exactly, nothing of value anyway, and with her eyesight gone anything he might make would be pointless. There was just one thing he could think of that she would enjoy that he could make and didn't require sight to appreciate.
With a sigh, he sat at the rec room piano. It was late and the resident blond piano-playing playboy had gone to bed. Without having to worry about others listening, Soul began to play around with melodies. It was strange. What had at once triggered insanity within him, notes and keys that seemed to tie up all the meaning in the world had suddenly become just what they had always been. Sound and instrument and nothing more. It was somewhat freeing, the sound relieved of the negativity of his past, and yet, it was a little disheartening to see something strong enough to push him towards madness stripped of its power.
The exchange was worth it. Control and confidence and direction was worth it. Still, the notes that were just notes didn't seem to want to come together right. Nothing sounded nearly good enough for her. It was going to be a long night...
When: Late Wednesday evening, early Thursday morning
Where: The Rec Room
Summary: As Soul struggles to make Maka's birthday present, Jack comes in to lend a hand.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
He had missed her birthday, and while it hadn't been his fault, Soul still felt bad about it. He felt bad about most of the things that went on in the past few weeks. In order to set things right across the board, this was one more thing he had to make up to her. He didn't have anything to give exactly, nothing of value anyway, and with her eyesight gone anything he might make would be pointless. There was just one thing he could think of that she would enjoy that he could make and didn't require sight to appreciate.
With a sigh, he sat at the rec room piano. It was late and the resident blond piano-playing playboy had gone to bed. Without having to worry about others listening, Soul began to play around with melodies. It was strange. What had at once triggered insanity within him, notes and keys that seemed to tie up all the meaning in the world had suddenly become just what they had always been. Sound and instrument and nothing more. It was somewhat freeing, the sound relieved of the negativity of his past, and yet, it was a little disheartening to see something strong enough to push him towards madness stripped of its power.
The exchange was worth it. Control and confidence and direction was worth it. Still, the notes that were just notes didn't seem to want to come together right. Nothing sounded nearly good enough for her. It was going to be a long night...