There is a darkness deep in you [Closed]
WHO: Maka (falce) and Soul (soulnommer)
WHAT: Maka needs a stabilizing wavelength
WHERE: The Beach
WHEN: Afternoon
He really could take a hint. Really. He wasn't completely oblivious. So when Maka ran off from the house and made an entry that took forever to get down on paper, Soul was suspicious. And when she claimed to be fine, he was even more worried about her - not that he'd tell her over the journals, of course. So he stuffed the journal into his pocket and jogged down the streets, making his way under the red sky towards his meister. There wasn't much he could physically, after all, he wasn't able to become a scythe ever since the sky went red, but he certainly could still try. And better him than Maka be the one to get hurt in a fight.
His vision of being blasted by the kishin to defend her was a perfect example.
Soul skidded down the sandy beach, quickly looking one way. A cropping of rocks gained his interest so he walked over, secure in the knowledge of Maka's habits. There she was. He could sense how misaligned and distressed she was, so he walked over.
"It's not cool to run off like this, you know." He muttered, standing over her. He held out his hand for her to stand. "People might wonder where you went."
WHAT: Maka needs a stabilizing wavelength
WHERE: The Beach
WHEN: Afternoon
He really could take a hint. Really. He wasn't completely oblivious. So when Maka ran off from the house and made an entry that took forever to get down on paper, Soul was suspicious. And when she claimed to be fine, he was even more worried about her - not that he'd tell her over the journals, of course. So he stuffed the journal into his pocket and jogged down the streets, making his way under the red sky towards his meister. There wasn't much he could physically, after all, he wasn't able to become a scythe ever since the sky went red, but he certainly could still try. And better him than Maka be the one to get hurt in a fight.
His vision of being blasted by the kishin to defend her was a perfect example.
Soul skidded down the sandy beach, quickly looking one way. A cropping of rocks gained his interest so he walked over, secure in the knowledge of Maka's habits. There she was. He could sense how misaligned and distressed she was, so he walked over.
"It's not cool to run off like this, you know." He muttered, standing over her. He held out his hand for her to stand. "People might wonder where you went."