Soul Eater Fic: Memories
Christmas present for dear Baph~
Title: Memories
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: K
Pairing: Soul/Maka
Summery: Maka remembers why she enjoy's the Holidays a lot more than she used to.
Her Christmas's, after the divorce, normally consisted of sending small trinkets for gifts to her friends before staying alone in her apartment all day until New Years.
And then when Soul came into her life, in all his weapon blazing, drooling and complete slacker glory, they seemed to get just a little warmer.
Maka sits in her living room, going over various Christmas cards sent by her mother from over the years and from her travels, all scribbled with false promises of 'see you soon!' and 'can't wait to see you!' and Maka counts the lies.
Then Soul comes from the kitchen with two large mugs of apple cider and plops down beside Maka, immediately turning on the TV to change the channel to whatever didn't have music or Christmas specials playing.
"What'cha looking at?" Soul asks her, finally stopping at a marathon of 'Firefly' Maka glances up from her pile of cards, and manages a smile when she's handed a warm mug of spicy drink.
"Oh, just some old pictures."
"Who're they from?"
"Mama..."
"Oh."
"Mmmm."
He knows to drop the subject right there, and she leans into his side like he's a giant teddy bear for cuddling with. He doesn't say anything, just drops a plate of graham crackers on the coffee table and downs his drink in two large gulps.
"Hey Soul?" Maka says suddenly, glancing up at him.
"Hmmm?"
"What do you want for Christmas?"
Soul immediately lists off several jazz records that had caught his eye recently, and Maka smiles.
"I see."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I don't know." She says, once again glancing back at the cards with a wistful look. Soul knows that look, and he knows exactly what she wants for Christmas.
If only he could give it to her.
"Tell you what Maka." Soul says. "How about-"
"Will you play the piano for me on Christmas?"
The question catches him off guard, and he blinks in surprise. When she looks up at him already the notes begin to play in his head, random but he knows some will stay for a final compilation.
"Deal."
Her smile grows and so does Soul's. They eventually do flip to another channel for Christmas specials, now more in the mood.
He plays a song for her, she brings him a few records, he burns their Christmas ham and makes a goddamned good show of flipping it off.
It's one of the first of many holidays together.
Title: Memories
Fandom: Soul Eater
Rating: K
Pairing: Soul/Maka
Summery: Maka remembers why she enjoy's the Holidays a lot more than she used to.
Her Christmas's, after the divorce, normally consisted of sending small trinkets for gifts to her friends before staying alone in her apartment all day until New Years.
And then when Soul came into her life, in all his weapon blazing, drooling and complete slacker glory, they seemed to get just a little warmer.
Maka sits in her living room, going over various Christmas cards sent by her mother from over the years and from her travels, all scribbled with false promises of 'see you soon!' and 'can't wait to see you!' and Maka counts the lies.
Then Soul comes from the kitchen with two large mugs of apple cider and plops down beside Maka, immediately turning on the TV to change the channel to whatever didn't have music or Christmas specials playing.
"What'cha looking at?" Soul asks her, finally stopping at a marathon of 'Firefly' Maka glances up from her pile of cards, and manages a smile when she's handed a warm mug of spicy drink.
"Oh, just some old pictures."
"Who're they from?"
"Mama..."
"Oh."
"Mmmm."
He knows to drop the subject right there, and she leans into his side like he's a giant teddy bear for cuddling with. He doesn't say anything, just drops a plate of graham crackers on the coffee table and downs his drink in two large gulps.
"Hey Soul?" Maka says suddenly, glancing up at him.
"Hmmm?"
"What do you want for Christmas?"
Soul immediately lists off several jazz records that had caught his eye recently, and Maka smiles.
"I see."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I don't know." She says, once again glancing back at the cards with a wistful look. Soul knows that look, and he knows exactly what she wants for Christmas.
If only he could give it to her.
"Tell you what Maka." Soul says. "How about-"
"Will you play the piano for me on Christmas?"
The question catches him off guard, and he blinks in surprise. When she looks up at him already the notes begin to play in his head, random but he knows some will stay for a final compilation.
"Deal."
Her smile grows and so does Soul's. They eventually do flip to another channel for Christmas specials, now more in the mood.
He plays a song for her, she brings him a few records, he burns their Christmas ham and makes a goddamned good show of flipping it off.
It's one of the first of many holidays together.