Soul Eater/Homestuck Fic: A Million Points of Light
Somebody please tell me what determines my weird taste in pairings, both romantic and platonic.
Title: A Million Points of Light
Fandom: Soul Eater/Homestuck crossover
Rating: T
Pairing: Sollux<>Maka
Summery: Lights in the dark are all he can see.
He has nothing to go on but the touch of her hand, the gleam of her soul and the sound of laughter. Cool, tall grass tickles his ankles, a virgin to the touch of such flora because of his tendancies as a shut-in.
“What’th it look like?” He asks her when they stop. Maka takes a moment to think before describing the scene before them.
This had been her idea. The height of summer was upon them in their new universe and Soul was still grumpy from staying in bed because of wounds. He knows they’re still both uncomfortable with the idea of him as a Moirail to her, and that’s why he tries to keep his distance and only be around only when necessary. Still, the Scythe Meister seems to enjoy his company.
She answers in a soft voice, thoughtful and clear.
“There’s a lot of kids out here, and I see their parents standing around with them, making sure they don’t wander off. What makes this really pretty are all the fireflies.
“The what?”
“Fireflies. They’re insects that glow in the dark.”
“That’th weird.” Sollux answers promptly.
“Yeah, I guess they are kinda weird compared to other bugs.” She pulls him once more, and he gets the sensation of walking downhill, and the grass gets just a bit taller. “But I’m really glad to see that we have them here, too. We never got fireflies in the desert.”
She stops once more, and releases his hand. Before the feeling of groping in the dark takes over she’s back, and takes his other hand.
“Open it.” She instructs, and he turns his hand over so his empty palm faces up. Maka’s free hand touches the skin of his and something crawls across the joining spot.
It’s small, delicate and he knows he can kill it just by closing his hand. But for the moment he lets the little unseeable creature skitter around his palm, and then it takes flight and its gone.
“I wish you could see this…” Comes her soft voice, and her hand folds over his, squeezing it.
“I think I get the idea.” He answers to that. There are many, many souls, some so close, like her soft Grigori soul, and others at the very edges of his still developing perception. They are lights that tell him who is who and where they are.
And as Karkat’s cursing follows Terezi’s laughter in the far distance, he thinks that this is better than little lightning bugs.
Title: A Million Points of Light
Fandom: Soul Eater/Homestuck crossover
Rating: T
Pairing: Sollux<>Maka
Summery: Lights in the dark are all he can see.
He has nothing to go on but the touch of her hand, the gleam of her soul and the sound of laughter. Cool, tall grass tickles his ankles, a virgin to the touch of such flora because of his tendancies as a shut-in.
“What’th it look like?” He asks her when they stop. Maka takes a moment to think before describing the scene before them.
This had been her idea. The height of summer was upon them in their new universe and Soul was still grumpy from staying in bed because of wounds. He knows they’re still both uncomfortable with the idea of him as a Moirail to her, and that’s why he tries to keep his distance and only be around only when necessary. Still, the Scythe Meister seems to enjoy his company.
She answers in a soft voice, thoughtful and clear.
“There’s a lot of kids out here, and I see their parents standing around with them, making sure they don’t wander off. What makes this really pretty are all the fireflies.
“The what?”
“Fireflies. They’re insects that glow in the dark.”
“That’th weird.” Sollux answers promptly.
“Yeah, I guess they are kinda weird compared to other bugs.” She pulls him once more, and he gets the sensation of walking downhill, and the grass gets just a bit taller. “But I’m really glad to see that we have them here, too. We never got fireflies in the desert.”
She stops once more, and releases his hand. Before the feeling of groping in the dark takes over she’s back, and takes his other hand.
“Open it.” She instructs, and he turns his hand over so his empty palm faces up. Maka’s free hand touches the skin of his and something crawls across the joining spot.
It’s small, delicate and he knows he can kill it just by closing his hand. But for the moment he lets the little unseeable creature skitter around his palm, and then it takes flight and its gone.
“I wish you could see this…” Comes her soft voice, and her hand folds over his, squeezing it.
“I think I get the idea.” He answers to that. There are many, many souls, some so close, like her soft Grigori soul, and others at the very edges of his still developing perception. They are lights that tell him who is who and where they are.
And as Karkat’s cursing follows Terezi’s laughter in the far distance, he thinks that this is better than little lightning bugs.