May I request more wolfblood/treesprite au where Souls been hit with silver and Makas trying to heal him but he's like fUCK NO he's heard about vine-eaters disguising poison as magic and other crazy shit and he is not ready to trust her with his life yet
She really does hate him.
He ran ahead without her, and she told him not to do that! Whatever it was that they had been chasing these last few weeks was powerful, and they shouldn’t face them alone.
But the damned wolf had literally left her in his dust.
She flies over the rocky terrain the best she can. Rocks cut into the bottoms of her feet and she wishes she was back where the trees grew tall. A few more steps and she can smell metal, and she moves quicker. She finds Soul in a pile on the ground, a puddle of dark red blood flowing from him.
Maka’s never seen red blood before, it scares her for a moment. The panic sits tight in her chest as she kneels down next to him. “Mutt?! Are you okay?! Hey?” She smacks his face a little, pulling his head into her lap. “Hey! Soul?!”
His eyes fly open, and he tries to get up, but she holds him down. “Don’t.”
“Where are they?!” He snarls. “He had my niece with him!! I could smell her! CODAA! CODA!!”
“Stop moving!” She orders him, running her fingers over his chest, looking for the wound. She traces something and he howls, smacking her hand away.
“Stop! I’m trying to heal you!” She glares at him and he shakes his head.
“I don’t want your fucking magic touching my blood.”
Maka is almost insulted for a moment, but she swallows the rage and puts her palm flat on the ground. It’s a lot to ask of the vines to bust their way through rocks, but they do, and they hold Soul’s arms down for her. “First of all, I can’t do blood magic. I’m not a monster. Secondly, would you rather die here? On some godforsaken mountain in the dragon lands?! Would you rather have your brother never find his children then lose you as well?! Do not be the fucking fool I know you are.”
Soul snarls at her, but the blood keeps coming, and he’s getting weaker. “….Fine.”
Maka holds her hand over his wound, then pauses. “Ask me. With respect.”
Soul growls in his throat, but he takes a breath, and looks her in her eyes. “Please. Don’t let me die here.”