REN X MAX
Title: Tomato Soup
Pairing: Ren/Max
Fandom: Only By The Dawn
Word Count: 265
Type: Drabble
"You have to eat."
"This is disgusting and degrading."
"Its eat or die."
"You would know wouldn't you," Max rolled her dark brown eyes at Ren as she dropped the spoon filled with tomato soup. He hated it when she made him slurp the wretched thick paste down as if it was some sort of sick joke that only she found funny. Honestly, after all these years Maxine still did not understand what it was that she was supposed to be laughing at.It was just more nonsense that Ren spoke.
"Don't get smart with me old man," she sneered at him as she placed the spoon back into the bowl.
"Old man? I do believe that you were born before me. You just don't look it." Maxine's eyes dropped down to the thick red liquid in the chipped brown ceramic bowl. She had spent years watching Ren turn gray, wrinkle and grow frail. Although, his tongue was still just as sharp as ever. Max could not grow old with him, no matter how much she wanted to. He did not want to change and she did not want to change him. It was not wrong to say now that they looked like an odd couple. Ecen Ren's brother now respected her for staying with Ren well into his old age.
"I didn't mean it," Ren stated, noticing her unusual silence. "Give me some of the soup."
"You didn't hurt my feelings anyway. Don't get all soft," she retorted, picking up the spoon once more and raising it to Ren's lips for him to drink.
Pairing: Ren/Max
Fandom: Only By The Dawn
Word Count: 265
Type: Drabble
"You have to eat."
"This is disgusting and degrading."
"Its eat or die."
"You would know wouldn't you," Max rolled her dark brown eyes at Ren as she dropped the spoon filled with tomato soup. He hated it when she made him slurp the wretched thick paste down as if it was some sort of sick joke that only she found funny. Honestly, after all these years Maxine still did not understand what it was that she was supposed to be laughing at.It was just more nonsense that Ren spoke.
"Don't get smart with me old man," she sneered at him as she placed the spoon back into the bowl.
"Old man? I do believe that you were born before me. You just don't look it." Maxine's eyes dropped down to the thick red liquid in the chipped brown ceramic bowl. She had spent years watching Ren turn gray, wrinkle and grow frail. Although, his tongue was still just as sharp as ever. Max could not grow old with him, no matter how much she wanted to. He did not want to change and she did not want to change him. It was not wrong to say now that they looked like an odd couple. Ecen Ren's brother now respected her for staying with Ren well into his old age.
"I didn't mean it," Ren stated, noticing her unusual silence. "Give me some of the soup."
"You didn't hurt my feelings anyway. Don't get all soft," she retorted, picking up the spoon once more and raising it to Ren's lips for him to drink.