Um dia o poeta acorda com vontade de acreditar. Acreditar em muitas coisas, em dias ensolarados, em cenas ideais de filmes, em aventuras literárias, em um conceito de paz, mundo sem guerra, quer acreditar que para cada um existe uma luz, que cada pessoa tem em si a vontade de ser feliz e a capacidade de correr atrás disso. O poeta parte para a mesa e come pão com mortadela, ainda de pijama, com ou sem pantufas, passando manteiga no miolo ainda quente do forno, tomando goles de achocolatado de caixinha. Imagina muitas coisas, como os sonhos, pudessem ser resumido no café amargo, quente e batido com algum pó de chocolate. O poeta está com preguiça. Ele é um desocupado e ainda não tem vontade de andar por aí procurando o quê fazer. Enquanto isso, só literatura. Ele vai deixar, dormir mais umas horas, porque quer encontrar no estado onírico descanso e meditação que nos movimentos diários é incapaz de alcançar. A poesia é tão sonhadora quanto o poeta é sonolento.
—  A.E.C Souza

something i will never stop talking about: at the end of chapter 19 soul basically flat out says he has issues with being physically close to other people, he doesn’t like being touched, right?

when has that ever been a problem with maka? they are like so into each others physical space that it isn’t even funny like

this is something i will yell about for years to come

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The way The Vampire Diaries SEASON 5 FINALE should’ve went (if the writers had any sense left)

SoMa Fairy Tail AU for ProMa

I’m going to throw my computer if this doesn’t work… T_T
It wouldn’t let me reblog the fanfic for your prompt ProMa. Sorry about that.

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"MAKA, MAKA! Take me with you!" BlackStar shouted at the blonde girl by their guild’s entrance. She had her pair up in their usual pigtails wearing a white blouse and yellow skirt. Behind her, a black book bag clinched around her arms. She looked towards the blue-haired requip mage with a pout.

"Last time you came with, you wrecked everything, and we had to use the award money to pay for all the damages." She finished the job mostly alone too.

"Maka, sweetie," her dad smiled as he bent down on his knees and rubbed her head. Maka swatted the hand away so it didn’t mess up her hair. God knows what Kid would do if her hair wasn’t as symmetrical as he put it up this morning. "Maybe you should bring someone with. You’re only thirteen years old."

"No," she huffed and crossed her arms. "Lord Death said in order for us to grow, we must take on jobs alone sometimes."

"Yeah, but this one is dealing with a big monster… You should leave it to us older mages."

Her father warily looked at her so she gave him the kind of smile that he usually cheered for. “Papa, I’ll be fine. I’m a teenager now. And if I get into trouble, I’ll call.”

Spirit’s face softened to a small smile as he got back to his feet. “Alright. Be safe.”

Maka rushed out the door and towards the train station before her father could change his mind.

It wasn’t long before she was at Bosco. After the train ride, she asked a shop lady for directions to Strumenti Village and went on her way. She followed the dirt road to the Village Center, and asked to meet Mr. Su— the person who requested this mission. The lady at the front desk eyed her and scoffed. “No one else will take this job, huh? Sending a little girl, jeesh…”

She picked up the phone and punched numbers in harshly. “Yes, Mr. Su. There’s a … mage here for the request you sent… Okay. Yes, sir. On our way.”
She clicked the phone off, and did a sweeping motion to push Maka away from the desk and said, “He’s waiting for us,” as she click-clacked to the stairs.
Maka wondered how someone could wear such high heels, especially how people walk in them up flights of stairs. It had to be the use of magic.
When they reached the last door on the second floor, the desk lady knocked twice before a voice called for them to enter. She opened the door and held it until Maka made her way in. An old man sat behind a wooden desk, but he rose and Maka didn’t think he’d be so tall.

"Linda, thank you for bringing our guest up." The counter lady who Maka assumed was Linda bowed and left the room, but not before squinting towards Maka. Maka shivered as Mr. Su laid his hand out in front of the chair near his desk. "Dear, please take a seat."

Maka did as she was told and the man joined her. “You’re quite young. Are you sure you can do this all by yourself?”

Maka couldn’t help but scrunch her nose in frustration. Was everyone going to look down at her? The man laughed before Maka was able to straighten up and answer politely. “I’m sorry, sorry. I guess I shouldn’t look down on mages based on their age…”

He looked passed Maka as if he were recalling an old memory. She sat awkwardly quiet, messing with the lace on the hem of her skirt. “Anyways,” the man coughed, “details, details. About a week ago, one of the greatest families here was… killed.”

Maka looked down at the floor, but the man continued. “They built instruments. It was a mother and father plus two sons. At night, the village woke to screaming coming from their house. A few of the men went into the home, but the family was dead by then.”

He sighed. “It looked as if they were torn to shreds… And one of the men found a white beast covered in blood near them. We tried to shoot it down, but it got away. It rushed into the woods… One of the bodies is missing. Their son, Solomon. Poor boy. He probably was eaten whole.”

Maka shuddered. She hadn’t dealt with something like this before. And now she was on her own. She gulped down her fears, though, and looked back to Mr. Su.
“I promise to find this beast,” she said calmly. The man smiled and thanked her before showing her to the door.

"Oh, and Miss?" he pondered. She turned. "Kill the demon. It would put a lot of us at ease."

He closed the door before she could say any more.

Before she ventured off into the woods where the “white demon” – so everyone she’d passed had called it – lived, she checked into the hotel her father had reserved for her. There were few problems with her being a minor and alone, but she showed her guild’s mark under her collarbone and everything settled.

"Be careful," one of the bell hoppers whispered. She waved the hotel goodbye and walked into the woods. Nothing great happened. She walked for an hour through bugs and stench. She trudged through mud and swiped at loose tree branches until she heard a howl. Her body froze in place as she looked around slowly. It sounded close to a wolf’s howl, but somehow she knew it wasn’t. It was her white demon.
She turned left where she believed the noise had come from. The creature never made a sound again so she continued until she reached a cave. She gulped as she slowed her pace and climbed inside. It was pitch black so Maka used some of her light magic to create a way to see. Her hand glowed brightly, and she was happy her mama had taught her this trick before she went on that mission…

When she reached the end of the cave and found nothing, she turned to walk away. However, as she turned, she spotted white hair behind a few rocks. Maka lowered her light magic so to not warn the beast of her presence— if it didn’t already know she was there— but kept it on for her to see. She placed her hand over the smooth stones and looked over them. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp.
There was no beast there, but a boy with chalk white hair lying on his side away from her. Blood covered his stomach and hands. His eyes were closed, but she could hear faint breathing. She pulled the rocks away until she could sit next to him. He stirred every now and then, but never woke. When she turned his body onto his back, her vision blurred, tears coming to the surface, but stopping there. A gash ran down his body, starting at his left shoulder and ending at his right hip. He wore nothing, but a pair of black shredded pants that ended at his thigh.

No, she wouldn’t cry. She needed to be strong. She needed to save this boy. She tapped his cheek, but he did nothing. She pressed harder. He grunted, but returned to doing nothing.

"You stubborn guy," she scoffed as her eyebrows knitted together and she placed a hand over his nose. A few seconds later, the boy’s eyes shot open and glared back at her. A growl escaped his throat, but he stayed on the floor, and Maka sighed, returning her hand to her side.

"You wouldn’t wake up. Sorry." She giggled and the white-haired boy raised a brow weakly. She pulled her book bag in front of her, unzipped it, and pulled out a water bottle.

"We need to get you to a hospital, but first we should get you hydrated." She stared back at him and cautiously pulled his head up into her lap. He grimaced, and placed a hand over his ribs, but avoided the cut. She shushed him as her lip trembled. She smiled down at him as best as she could and swept his hair to the side and out of his face.

"Open your mouth," she whispered. The boy’s eyes went wide and he shook his head, jaw clenching. She sighed heavily. "Don’t make me force this down your throat. Open!"

He looked at the cave wall, mouth sealed. He squawked when hands pulled at his lips, opening his mouth wide. He waited for a scream, but the bottle shoved into his face instead as the girl sighed. He sucked on the bottle tip, water filling his insides, cooling him down. When she pulled the water bottle away, he sighed. It had been awhile since he last had water. Or anything for that matter. Maka twisted her hips to dig through her bag again without removing the boy off her lap. She pulled out a brown bottle and he flinched.

"We need to clean your wounds a bit," she whispered while twisting the cap off the peroxide. When she brought her shining finger closer to his front, she could see greens and yellows oozing from the sides of his wound. She swallowed before bringing the brown bottle to him. She looked over at him, noticing for the first time that his eyes were a ruby color, and smiled warily before turning to the wound and pouring the liquid over him. His hand grasped her wrist as he wailed. Maka’s right hand smoothed out his hair as her other stayed frozen under his grip, not pouring any more of the alcohol.

"Sorry, sorry," she whimpered. His teeth bared as tears fell from his closed eyes. She took the bottle with her right hand and placed it down on the cold floor before returning it to his hair and the other holding his hand. She waited until his hand’s hold softened and his face smoothed. His eyes opened tiredly as his breathing slowed.

"You’re doing a good job," she praised him. "I still need to finish cleaning it though…. Is that alright?"

He frowned and closed his eyes, nodding. More cries and gripping continued for what Maka thought was an hour before she finally had his torso wrapped in bandages. His eyes struggled to stay open as she brushed out clumps of dried blood from his hair.

"We should get you to the village," she murmured mostly to herself. However, he tensed and shook his head as much as he could.

"N-no, I can’t," he coughed. She was surprised by the deepness of his voice that she just stayed quiet.

"I can’t go back," he cried. She wiped at his cheeks with her thumbs, wondering why on earth this boy wanted to stay here. He needed medical attention from someone with more experience than herself.

"What’s your name?" She asked, changing the subject. “I’m Maka.”

He relaxed slightly in her lap. “Soul.”

"Is that short… for Solomon?" She wheezed, hopeful.

His brows furrowed. “That’s what everyone else called me…”

She smiled wide. “So you were alive. The village will be so happy.”

He pushed himself out of her lap and scooted closer to the wall. He bared his teeth.

"No! I don’t want to go back!" He growled. Maka’s eyes widened and she threw up her hands.

"I’m not here to hurt you, Solo-"

"It’s Soul," he snapped. Maka sat still for a few moments, staring at the boy. She let her hands fall onto her lap.

"Okay, we can stay here," she hummed. The boy looked at her through squinting eyes, but shook when he felt liquid hit his leg.

"You just need," she huffed as she drew closer to him, spotting blood seeping through the new bandages, "to sit still."

She wrapped him once more as much as she could do with nine fingers as her left index finger brightened. Soul seemed to have just noticed this as his eyes widened.

"You’re… a mage?" he watched as her finger twirled around him with bandages. She nodded and they sat in silence. When she was done wrapping him up like a mummy, she sat on her legs and looked him over.

"Are," Soul starts, but he doesn’t finish and Maka sits patiently.

"Are?"

"Are… you here to kill the white demon?" he frowned and stared down at his feet.

She shook her head. “I’m here to figure out what happened last week. If a “white demon” is behind this, I’ll stop him from doing it again…”

When he blinked, Soul’s lids would stay close for a bit before opening lazily again.

"Go to sleep," she smiled. "You probably need it."

He hummed in response before his eyes became too heavy to keep open. A few moments later, Maka could hear a faint snore. She smiled before pulling him off the cave wall. She dug through her book bag, took out a small pillow, and laid him down on it. She pulled out a small blanket as well, one her mother had made for her when she was just a baby, and covered him and herself before falling asleep next to him, her light fading out.

When she woke again, the cave was lit by a small fire in the center, Soul poking at it with a stick. Her hand touched the soft cushion that lay beneath her as she examined the boy from afar.

"Mornin’," he said as he continued to stare at the fire. He had chunks of something on a stick, twisting it around in the fire.

"Morning," she yawned. She scooted towards him and the fire still bundled in her blanket. "How did you sleep?"

He shrugged. “Better than I have in… awhile.”

He pulled out the stick he had been cooking and pushed it towards Maka. “Here.”

She looked at it quizzically, but took the stick nonetheless. He pulled out another stick with red meat clumped to it and hovered it over the fire. She sniffed the stick in her hand before pulling it up to her lips. She sucked at the meat, and sighed happily. It tasted like the jerky her dad gave her when he went hunting.

"Thank you," Soul whispered, his attention still on the fire. "For wrapping me up and all."

She nodded. They sat quietly for a while as Soul ate from his stick and she packed her bag. Before zipping her bag closed, she pulled out a black tee and threw it at Soul who sat on the cave wall. He jumped in shock before looking down at his lap. “What’s this?”

"It’s one of my tee shirts. You can’t go out without some clothes."

She pulled the bag onto her back before reaching a hand out to him. “Put it on. Let’s go.”

He frowned. “I told you … I don’t want to go back.”

He put on the shirt anyway, and with the help of Maka, he stood.

"I don’t get you," she deadpanned as she and Soul walked into the village. On their way there, Soul had pulled out her blanket and wrapped it around him like a cloak, his face hidden in shadows. "You didn’t want to come, but you did. And now you’re acting weird wearing my blanket."

He didn’t reply. The sun was setting when the villagers saw them, some with raised brows and some in mouth opening awe. The hotel bell hopper from yesterday ran to Maka’s side in tears. “We thought you were a goner!”

The man shook her shoulders, but she just giggled. “I’m a Mage. I can handle the woods for one night.”

“That was more than twenty-four hours ago,” the bell hopper babbled and let her go, looking at the cloaked figure. He moved towards Soul, reaching a hand towards the blanket on his head. Soul tensed and spread his limbs, ready to run or fight if he had to when Maka pushed in between them. The man blinked. Maka giggled again, scratching the back of her neck. “My partner likes his privacy. Sorry.”

They pushed through and into the hotel, leaving the man speechless outside. Soul followed Maka to a door on the first floor and watched her as she unlocked the door. She skipped in happily and jumped against the single bed.

“Thanks,” Soul mumbled, leaning against the wall. He pushed the hood off his head and gave a slight smile. She grinned back and patted the spot next to her on the mattress. He was cautious at first, sitting straight with only a few inches of the mattress below him. However, when Maka turned the television on with the remote next to her, he eventually joined her side, sprawling out on his back. Besides the actors’ funny voices, it stayed mostly quiet between the two. After a few minutes, Maka called room service and they enjoyed a pizza while watching cartoons.

Maka’s awoke hastily when something under her arm jumped. She stared into Soul’s wide eyes across from her as a howl filled their ears. Soul trembled under her embrace, and she turned her head to inspect the room. Nothing was there, but Maka knew the creature was close. The two sat up quietly. Maka put on her shoes she had kicked off earlier and rushed out of the room.

“Maka!” Soul yelled behind her. Maka ran out the front door into the dark streets. The only light source came from old lanterns that hung over the dirt roads. She waited until another animalistic cry was let out and ran towards the edge of town that touched the woods, Soul on her heals. When the two reached the last house of the village, they stopped in front of a woman weeping on the floor.

“My baby,” she choked, cheeks wet. “The monster took my son!”
Maka ran into the woods, yelling for Soul to stay behind. Her legs began to croak and she slowed to lean against a tree and hear for any noises. A loud huff blew air into Maka’s face and she peaked behind the tree.

Maka gasped when she spotted a large green form standing about three stories tall a few feet away from her. The creature looked down at her, a boy in his grip throwing his hands against the creature’s thumb. The features of the creature resembled that of an ape. However, the face was longer and lighter with a drawn-out chin and a single cream-colored horn escaping from the fur on top of its head. A muscular torso and large arms contrasted with the smaller legs it possessed. Pink splotches stained the green fur of its arms, making it obvious to Maka just what she was facing.

“You’re a… gorian, a forest vulcan,” she gulped as a tail swished behind the creature’s approaching form. This wasn’t right. The request had said a white beast about ten feet tall. If only she knew something this strong was what she was supposed to take down. The gorian’s free hand swung down towards Maka as she fell to her knees. Her eyes closed and she threw her hands in front of her, crying out, but nothing touched her.

She peaked out from behind her hands spotting white furred legs inches from her. A growl higher pitched than the green oversized ape ever gave came from it, and she looked up to see the creature that was described on the request sheet keeping the arm of the gorian from crushing her with its broad back, arms spread out in front of her.

It looked like a vulcan with its large arms, muscular torso, and lean legs, but its face looked more like a wolf’s than a monkey’s. The fur was thin, and it wore black pants. Twin horns sat over its brows and under a mohawk of thick white hair. When Maka’s eyes caught the red pupils of the beast, her lips parted and her green eyes widened.

The gorian huffed and pounded its fist against the white demon angrily. When the white demon didn’t budge, it threw the boy from its other hand and grabbed the demon’s legs. Maka ran towards the flying boy and shot out her arms. His body collided with hers, pushing her to the ground. He sobbed, but Maka patted his hair and told him to rush back home. He nodded in tears and ran.

“Gorian!” Maka screamed at the top of her lungs as she rushed back to the fight between monsters. The green beast was clutching the white demon tightly in its palms, blood smeared into its white fur. She stopped a few feet from the two and concentrated on the technique her father had taught her. Magic welled inside her and into her palms a light formed, getting brighter and brighter. Wind blew all around Maka as magic circles formed in the air in front of her and the light molded into a sphere.

“Light blast!” She cried as the beam of light shot towards the gorian. The magic soared through the air in a high screech and pierced through the monster’s shoulder. The green giant howled in agony before dropping the white demon and falling limp onto the grass.

Maka panted, knees wobbling beneath her. She was thankful the gorian went down with that blow because that was a new technique that took up most of her magic. If it survived that blast, she wasn’t sure if she would have come out of the fight alive.

She tiredly looked back at the white demon that was staggering toward her. His white fur glowed lighter and lighter in oranges and yellows when she heard footsteps rushing toward them. The creature watched the villagers behind her and snarled.

“The white demon!” a man screamed. He threw a rock and it hit the demon’s snout. Others shouted and someone had scooped Maka off the floor. A woman looked her over, asking if she was hurt anywhere. Maka looked back at the demon as she tried to pull out of the lady’s grip.

“Leave him alone!” she shrieked, but the roar of the crowd was too loud for anyone to hear her plea. She pushed through and wrapped her arms against the demon’s chest. Rocks stopped flying and the crowd died down to hushed whispers.

“What are you doing?” the man who started the rock throwing spat. “That monster killed the Evans family.”

“No, he didn’t!” She sobbed as tears fell down her cheeks. She felt the fur under her hands grow hot, and she snapped her head back towards the beast. Its body began to shrink as the white fur thinned, claws formed into hands, and paws became feet. The crowd gasped as Soul fell against Maka. His eyes were closed and dried blood caked his forehead, but the pounding of his heart against Maka’s ear let the girl relax.

“Soul,” Maka whispered into his torso, arms wrapping securely around him. “I knew it wasn’t you. You were just caught in your take-over form when everyone showed up, right?”

The boy that the gorian had taken and his mom walked up to them. “He defeated that thing?”
Maka nodded as she looked over at the fallen beast. “I think that’s what killed the Evans family…”

Soul woke to the sun shining in his face and he moaned. He flipped over onto his side, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

“Morning,” Maka smiled, head lying against her arms on the mattress. He jumped slightly at her closeness, but smirked back.

“Join me,” she stated as she sat up on the chair next to the hotel bed. He raised a brow at her, not sure what she meant.

“Join my guild,” she corrected. “My guild master knows a thing or two about mages with your abilities.”

Soul sat up, brows creased, but before he could argue, Maka continued.

“You didn’t kill your family,” she spoke without questioning in her voice. “You turned when you heard the gorian, right?”

He nodded, head bowed to his lap. “I didn’t know what was going on… and I slipped into blood…”
He shook at the memory of finding Wes in front of him, bloody and torn apart. That was when his neighbors walked in and started to beat him. One of the guys had an axe… Maka wrapped her arms around him lightly, and Soul laid his forehead against her shoulder.

“It’s alright,” she muttered into his hair when she felt her sleeve dampen. They stayed that way for a while until Soul’s breathing slowed. Maka thought maybe he had fallen back asleep until he clutched his arms around her waist.

“Take me with you.”

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