i will never let you fall -- i'll stand up with you forever; [COMPLETE]
WHO: Maka Albarn [falce], Soul Eater [soulnommer].
WHAT: Maka's Second Vision.
WHERE: Soul Aids Back porch.
WHEN: Day 250.
falce: A day off. Perhaps that was what they needed. She knew she had worked him a little rough the last while in attempt to get close to a soul resonance. So far no luck.
So she'd let him sleep in - again - that day, but only until noon, even though she always claimed 11am. They'd both taken to sitting outdoors, at least for a while. It was nice weather out and even though most of it was spent bickering, it still wasn't all that bad.
Carrying a tray in her hands, making her way back outside to her partner. The cups and teapot were silent as she carried them -- her hands steady from practice in combat. Carefully pushing open the door with her foot, she stepped outside into the sun on the porch. "Here, Soul, I brought some tea."
Walking across the wooden surface, Maka glanced up at the sky. That haze was there again, just over the tree line. Strange...
She could feel that bizarre pull again - like the last time she'd seen the haze. Like being pulled into a dream.
Promptly, Maka collapsed. The tray fell from her hands and the teapots and cups smashed as soon as they hit the wooden surface. She herself was out cold, fallen against the wood with a heavy crash.
Again, she was hit with another vision. And this time, Maka didn't remain calm. As the vision went on, the five minutes of it, her breathing became labored and it was obvious there was some sort of stress or horror going on in her mind.
soulnommer: Soul pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, erupting stars. It wasn't easy to forget his vision, that pull this morning looking out across the horizon... He shuddered at the weakness in him. How hopeless he'd been. Whatever this Arachne was, he owed his freedom to Maka, apparently. Whether it was a future-thing like the Sora kid saw, or something entirely different, it was disturbing, but he kept it from Maka, just like he'd kept the nightmare.
Because she didn't need to worry about him, not here.
He heard her come out and looked back with a smile, "Thanks." Tea was nic-
She looked past him and fell, everything shattering. "Shit. Shitshitshitshit." She hit her head, he couldn't be that fast, but he picked her up and shook her. Was this a vision? Maka didn't just pass out like this... Ever.
He held her in his arms, then she began freaking out, her body at least. What could she be seeing?
The boy kneeled with her and pulled her up to lay against his body. He could only wait because no matter what he did, no matter what he said, he realized he was helpless to help her.
Like his dream.
His arms wrapped protectively around her.
Look at you - this is you. Pathetic.
He didn't say a word, but he held her close, her face pressed against him so when she woke up, he'd be there.
falce: She screamed at one point -- and then for a moment, she seemed to calm down. The vision seemed to be passing. But then as soon as Maka opened her eyes again, she was screaming for the second time. Normally calm unless angered, she was anything but when she came to.
Instantly, Maka was feeling at her sides, looking down at herself before she seemed to realize the dream had passed. Her hands grasped at Soul's shirt, and she was trying hard to calm down. She was still shaking, but her screaming had ceased and she seemed back in her right state of mind.
Where had that nightmare come from? She didn't understand. For a brief moment, she let herself relax as Soul just held her, protecting her from whatever she was seeing because he was practically stuck in the dark.
"Soul.. Soul," She mumbled, taking a deep breath as she shook. Pushing herself a little bit to a distance from him before she spoke again. "Just.. just another one of those weird dreams. I'm alright."
soulnommer: Her scream did the equivalent of piercing him right through. Whatever she'd seen, whatever she'd felt... It wasn't right.
Then she came to and was feeling her side...? He had begun to realize that visions were linked in some way, or at least, they'd switched visions last time. His vision wouldn't have given her a reason to scream bloody... murder. His train of thought stopped there.
She was feeling her side. Like...
His arms loosened a little with her grasping, still understanding whatever she'd seen was horrifying. He wanted to tell her he was here, but she'd just hit him for being stupid and sentimental.
Soul allowed her to distance herself. "Right. Like hell it's just a dream, Maka. You don't scream bloody murder because it's just another weird dream."
But... Something was ringing, something he couldn't quite place. It's just a dream.
Something was just out of reach for him.
falce: The tea pot and cups were shattered on the wooden porch and their tea was gone. She frowned a little when she noticed before she heard his voice again. Still slightly shaken from whatever she'd seem, Maka reached out to pick up the pieces of porcelain and set them back down on the tray.
"Just... one of those visions, Soul. It's alright." She took a deep breath, sitting back again as she looked at the rest of the shattered pieces.
A dream. A weird vision. Maka suddenly remembered -- it was Soul's nightmare. She was seeing through his eyes again. He'd woken up and saw Maka and Medusa there -- it was his dream the time he was in the hospital wing of Shibusen.
His nightmare. The one he never told her about.
soulnommer: He shoved the pieces onto the tray to help her. "You were screaming and shaking."
I'm worried. He was trying to tell her. It was too stupid and uncool to say out loud. Who was he to complain about this sort of thing?
He cut his finger on a sharp edge, but ignored it. He'd suffered way worse, not that he'd say that to Maka because only on incident came up when injuries were discussed.
Soul looked sidelong at her, "What did you see?"
falce: Maka understood exactly what was going on. He was never going to say it himself. She watched him dump the rest of the pieces on the tray.When he cut himself, she eyed his finger as though making sure it wasn't anything serious but she didn't fuss.
Of course he was going to ask what happened -- what she saw. She took a deep breath. "I didn't realize I was screaming," She mumbled, reaching out to grasp the tray and push herself up to her feet. Still slightly shaken, it took a moment for her to catch her footing properly before she set the tray down on the table.
"Just a bad... bad dream. It startled me. That's all. I'll be fine, Soul."
soulnommer: His hand went out to catch her if she fell, almost instinctively, but it wasn't needed and he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets to hide the cut and because it was more comfortable. If he helped her without her asking, he'd just get himself into more trouble.
It was so much like them to want to protect the other, he was realizing more and more. He didn't want to tell her about his dream because it would worry her and she wasn't going to tell him because it would only make him worry more. Which, of course, didn't help because now he was stuck with more anxiety that he had missed something very important and couldn't help.
He frowned, not bothering to hide that he was, really, worried for her. "Alright." Because what was there for him to do, press her more and get her angry?
Soul wanted to know. As cheesy and stupid as it sounded in his head (which meant it'd sound ten times worse aloud), he wanted to be bothered with her nightmares.
Keeping secrets wasn't good. At all. Hadn't they gone over this once already?
falce: She'd stopped shaking, now, and all that remained of whatever she had seen was the stain on the wood, the shattered cups and the slightly wide-eyed look on her face. She sunk down into a chair, taking a deep breath. He'd never told her about the nightmare before. He'd mentioned it to Medusa, and she'd witnessed it, but he'd never actually told her.
Maka lifted a hand, rubbing at her eyes before she looked back at him. It was something of the past. It wasn't something to worry over, really, was it? Just a vision. She'd just seen his nightmare.
There was no sense worrying over it. And Soul had a relatively sane way of thinking -- he'd think the same thing. Wouldn't he?
"Your nightmare..." She began. "From when you were in the hospital at Shibusen."
soulnommer: "Your nightmare... From when you were in the hospital at Shibusen."
He couldn't help but mutter, "Shit."
That was what had been bothering him about her grasping her side. About the screaming like someone was dying and she was in pain. She had to see that?
This place was really messing with them. He saw some time... in the future?... when he was helpless and weak, and she saw his nightmare of killing her.
Well, that was just freaking great.
To say, "it's just a dream," would mess with everything. He kept his hands in his pockets. Whoever ran this place was just having a ball, weren't they?
Soul glanced at the tray, his mouth a little quirked. "I know, then."
falce: She wanted to tell him maybe if he'd told her about the nightmare, this would have never happened. He'd never told her about Wes, and then she'd had that dream. He'd never told her about the nightmare, and then she'd seen it. But she was probably thinking into it too far.
Maka frowned at the look on his face. "It's fine, Soul. It was just a nightmare. Your nightmare. It's fine, right?" She wasn't sure what to say. Soul was going to worry anyways, probably.
If she said 'don't worry' he'd worry anyways. It was how it worked, it seemed.
"I'll be fine," She repeated, rubbing her eyes a little before she leaned back against her seat.
soulnommer: It was just like she'd tried to do with him, hiding things that would worry the other. In Wes's case... it was an example of Soul just failing to mention it, not exclusively hiding it. In his opinion. Well, maybe he'd hid it a little. Or a lot.
Yeah. She'd be okay. Just like he'd been okay.
Coming out of the side of your partner wasn't exactly something you just forgot in a shower of rainbows and sparkles. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd entirely forgotten it.
He gave her a little smile, comforting, "Yeah. A dream."
falce: Maka watched the smile on his face, wondering if he was just doing this to make her feel better. She glanced at the tray on the table, sighing softly. They needed new cups and a teapot, now...
She smiled back at him, though. For a brief moment, before she pushed herself back to her feet. "Yeah. I'll just... ignore it. It was just a nightmare." She picked up the tray. Throwing it out was probably a good idea....
"Let's go back inside. I don't trust that haze still being there," She said, turning to make her way back inside.
soulnommer: Soul slipped his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't going to forget it so soon, and, maybe, part of him knew that, or understood it. There was something to be said for working so closely together.
"We can get some new stuff when we're out shopping or whatever. We'll just be careful about this weird haze-thing, I guess."
Like hell he'd worry her with his vision. Hopefully she wouldn't even realize he had had one the same day (again) because it would spare her a lot of worrying, especially... He stopped his mind from going on.
Maka. Maka had saved him then, she could save him from thinking about it more.
falce: Maka glanced at the hand on her shoulder before she looked back down at the tray. She was fine with that -- how he seemed to know the image of that nightmare was flashing through her head, and might just be for the rest of the day. Or longer.
"Mm. I guess we can. Maybe Tsubaki would like to do it this time..." She said, making her way to the kitchen. Tsubaki had to live with Black Star -- She would probably know what was best in the department of un-breakables and sturdy china.
She set the tray down on the counter, and turned back to Soul. "You cut your finger outside. You should probably look after that if it's still bleeding."
"As long as the bull doesn't go into the china shop, right?" He joked a little. It was a paradox, even to another boy, how Black Star could be a ninja and be loud and obnoxious at the same time.
soulnommer: Soul's arm fell from her shoulders. It wasn't like he was going to insist on it because it would make Maka look weak to everyone else and Tsubaki would worry.
His red eyes glanced around the kitchen for a new teapot, but, really, who had two of those? Not many people. Or people who really liked their tea did.
He pulled his cut finger out and looked at it. There was a tiny slice on it that was a little bloody but no longer bleeding. He shrugged and put it back it. "Not anymore."
Soul leaned against the frame, not really having much else to say. Mentioning the dream would make it come back...
This darkness that binds us both...
WHAT: Maka's Second Vision.
WHERE: Soul Aids Back porch.
WHEN: Day 250.
falce: A day off. Perhaps that was what they needed. She knew she had worked him a little rough the last while in attempt to get close to a soul resonance. So far no luck.
So she'd let him sleep in - again - that day, but only until noon, even though she always claimed 11am. They'd both taken to sitting outdoors, at least for a while. It was nice weather out and even though most of it was spent bickering, it still wasn't all that bad.
Carrying a tray in her hands, making her way back outside to her partner. The cups and teapot were silent as she carried them -- her hands steady from practice in combat. Carefully pushing open the door with her foot, she stepped outside into the sun on the porch. "Here, Soul, I brought some tea."
Walking across the wooden surface, Maka glanced up at the sky. That haze was there again, just over the tree line. Strange...
She could feel that bizarre pull again - like the last time she'd seen the haze. Like being pulled into a dream.
Promptly, Maka collapsed. The tray fell from her hands and the teapots and cups smashed as soon as they hit the wooden surface. She herself was out cold, fallen against the wood with a heavy crash.
Again, she was hit with another vision. And this time, Maka didn't remain calm. As the vision went on, the five minutes of it, her breathing became labored and it was obvious there was some sort of stress or horror going on in her mind.
soulnommer: Soul pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes, erupting stars. It wasn't easy to forget his vision, that pull this morning looking out across the horizon... He shuddered at the weakness in him. How hopeless he'd been. Whatever this Arachne was, he owed his freedom to Maka, apparently. Whether it was a future-thing like the Sora kid saw, or something entirely different, it was disturbing, but he kept it from Maka, just like he'd kept the nightmare.
Because she didn't need to worry about him, not here.
He heard her come out and looked back with a smile, "Thanks." Tea was nic-
She looked past him and fell, everything shattering. "Shit. Shitshitshitshit." She hit her head, he couldn't be that fast, but he picked her up and shook her. Was this a vision? Maka didn't just pass out like this... Ever.
He held her in his arms, then she began freaking out, her body at least. What could she be seeing?
The boy kneeled with her and pulled her up to lay against his body. He could only wait because no matter what he did, no matter what he said, he realized he was helpless to help her.
Like his dream.
His arms wrapped protectively around her.
Look at you - this is you. Pathetic.
He didn't say a word, but he held her close, her face pressed against him so when she woke up, he'd be there.
falce: She screamed at one point -- and then for a moment, she seemed to calm down. The vision seemed to be passing. But then as soon as Maka opened her eyes again, she was screaming for the second time. Normally calm unless angered, she was anything but when she came to.
Instantly, Maka was feeling at her sides, looking down at herself before she seemed to realize the dream had passed. Her hands grasped at Soul's shirt, and she was trying hard to calm down. She was still shaking, but her screaming had ceased and she seemed back in her right state of mind.
Where had that nightmare come from? She didn't understand. For a brief moment, she let herself relax as Soul just held her, protecting her from whatever she was seeing because he was practically stuck in the dark.
"Soul.. Soul," She mumbled, taking a deep breath as she shook. Pushing herself a little bit to a distance from him before she spoke again. "Just.. just another one of those weird dreams. I'm alright."
soulnommer: Her scream did the equivalent of piercing him right through. Whatever she'd seen, whatever she'd felt... It wasn't right.
Then she came to and was feeling her side...? He had begun to realize that visions were linked in some way, or at least, they'd switched visions last time. His vision wouldn't have given her a reason to scream bloody... murder. His train of thought stopped there.
She was feeling her side. Like...
His arms loosened a little with her grasping, still understanding whatever she'd seen was horrifying. He wanted to tell her he was here, but she'd just hit him for being stupid and sentimental.
Soul allowed her to distance herself. "Right. Like hell it's just a dream, Maka. You don't scream bloody murder because it's just another weird dream."
But... Something was ringing, something he couldn't quite place. It's just a dream.
Something was just out of reach for him.
falce: The tea pot and cups were shattered on the wooden porch and their tea was gone. She frowned a little when she noticed before she heard his voice again. Still slightly shaken from whatever she'd seem, Maka reached out to pick up the pieces of porcelain and set them back down on the tray.
"Just... one of those visions, Soul. It's alright." She took a deep breath, sitting back again as she looked at the rest of the shattered pieces.
A dream. A weird vision. Maka suddenly remembered -- it was Soul's nightmare. She was seeing through his eyes again. He'd woken up and saw Maka and Medusa there -- it was his dream the time he was in the hospital wing of Shibusen.
His nightmare. The one he never told her about.
soulnommer: He shoved the pieces onto the tray to help her. "You were screaming and shaking."
I'm worried. He was trying to tell her. It was too stupid and uncool to say out loud. Who was he to complain about this sort of thing?
He cut his finger on a sharp edge, but ignored it. He'd suffered way worse, not that he'd say that to Maka because only on incident came up when injuries were discussed.
Soul looked sidelong at her, "What did you see?"
falce: Maka understood exactly what was going on. He was never going to say it himself. She watched him dump the rest of the pieces on the tray.When he cut himself, she eyed his finger as though making sure it wasn't anything serious but she didn't fuss.
Of course he was going to ask what happened -- what she saw. She took a deep breath. "I didn't realize I was screaming," She mumbled, reaching out to grasp the tray and push herself up to her feet. Still slightly shaken, it took a moment for her to catch her footing properly before she set the tray down on the table.
"Just a bad... bad dream. It startled me. That's all. I'll be fine, Soul."
soulnommer: His hand went out to catch her if she fell, almost instinctively, but it wasn't needed and he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets to hide the cut and because it was more comfortable. If he helped her without her asking, he'd just get himself into more trouble.
It was so much like them to want to protect the other, he was realizing more and more. He didn't want to tell her about his dream because it would worry her and she wasn't going to tell him because it would only make him worry more. Which, of course, didn't help because now he was stuck with more anxiety that he had missed something very important and couldn't help.
He frowned, not bothering to hide that he was, really, worried for her. "Alright." Because what was there for him to do, press her more and get her angry?
Soul wanted to know. As cheesy and stupid as it sounded in his head (which meant it'd sound ten times worse aloud), he wanted to be bothered with her nightmares.
Keeping secrets wasn't good. At all. Hadn't they gone over this once already?
falce: She'd stopped shaking, now, and all that remained of whatever she had seen was the stain on the wood, the shattered cups and the slightly wide-eyed look on her face. She sunk down into a chair, taking a deep breath. He'd never told her about the nightmare before. He'd mentioned it to Medusa, and she'd witnessed it, but he'd never actually told her.
Maka lifted a hand, rubbing at her eyes before she looked back at him. It was something of the past. It wasn't something to worry over, really, was it? Just a vision. She'd just seen his nightmare.
There was no sense worrying over it. And Soul had a relatively sane way of thinking -- he'd think the same thing. Wouldn't he?
"Your nightmare..." She began. "From when you were in the hospital at Shibusen."
soulnommer: "Your nightmare... From when you were in the hospital at Shibusen."
He couldn't help but mutter, "Shit."
That was what had been bothering him about her grasping her side. About the screaming like someone was dying and she was in pain. She had to see that?
This place was really messing with them. He saw some time... in the future?... when he was helpless and weak, and she saw his nightmare of killing her.
Well, that was just freaking great.
To say, "it's just a dream," would mess with everything. He kept his hands in his pockets. Whoever ran this place was just having a ball, weren't they?
Soul glanced at the tray, his mouth a little quirked. "I know, then."
falce: She wanted to tell him maybe if he'd told her about the nightmare, this would have never happened. He'd never told her about Wes, and then she'd had that dream. He'd never told her about the nightmare, and then she'd seen it. But she was probably thinking into it too far.
Maka frowned at the look on his face. "It's fine, Soul. It was just a nightmare. Your nightmare. It's fine, right?" She wasn't sure what to say. Soul was going to worry anyways, probably.
If she said 'don't worry' he'd worry anyways. It was how it worked, it seemed.
"I'll be fine," She repeated, rubbing her eyes a little before she leaned back against her seat.
soulnommer: It was just like she'd tried to do with him, hiding things that would worry the other. In Wes's case... it was an example of Soul just failing to mention it, not exclusively hiding it. In his opinion. Well, maybe he'd hid it a little. Or a lot.
Yeah. She'd be okay. Just like he'd been okay.
Coming out of the side of your partner wasn't exactly something you just forgot in a shower of rainbows and sparkles. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he'd entirely forgotten it.
He gave her a little smile, comforting, "Yeah. A dream."
falce: Maka watched the smile on his face, wondering if he was just doing this to make her feel better. She glanced at the tray on the table, sighing softly. They needed new cups and a teapot, now...
She smiled back at him, though. For a brief moment, before she pushed herself back to her feet. "Yeah. I'll just... ignore it. It was just a nightmare." She picked up the tray. Throwing it out was probably a good idea....
"Let's go back inside. I don't trust that haze still being there," She said, turning to make her way back inside.
soulnommer: Soul slipped his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't going to forget it so soon, and, maybe, part of him knew that, or understood it. There was something to be said for working so closely together.
"We can get some new stuff when we're out shopping or whatever. We'll just be careful about this weird haze-thing, I guess."
Like hell he'd worry her with his vision. Hopefully she wouldn't even realize he had had one the same day (again) because it would spare her a lot of worrying, especially... He stopped his mind from going on.
Maka. Maka had saved him then, she could save him from thinking about it more.
falce: Maka glanced at the hand on her shoulder before she looked back down at the tray. She was fine with that -- how he seemed to know the image of that nightmare was flashing through her head, and might just be for the rest of the day. Or longer.
"Mm. I guess we can. Maybe Tsubaki would like to do it this time..." She said, making her way to the kitchen. Tsubaki had to live with Black Star -- She would probably know what was best in the department of un-breakables and sturdy china.
She set the tray down on the counter, and turned back to Soul. "You cut your finger outside. You should probably look after that if it's still bleeding."
"As long as the bull doesn't go into the china shop, right?" He joked a little. It was a paradox, even to another boy, how Black Star could be a ninja and be loud and obnoxious at the same time.
soulnommer: Soul's arm fell from her shoulders. It wasn't like he was going to insist on it because it would make Maka look weak to everyone else and Tsubaki would worry.
His red eyes glanced around the kitchen for a new teapot, but, really, who had two of those? Not many people. Or people who really liked their tea did.
He pulled his cut finger out and looked at it. There was a tiny slice on it that was a little bloody but no longer bleeding. He shrugged and put it back it. "Not anymore."
Soul leaned against the frame, not really having much else to say. Mentioning the dream would make it come back...
This darkness that binds us both...