NOT LOVERS (8)

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(there be alcohol and drunkness mentioned here)

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PART 8

SOUL

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Before it’s even begun, Soul knows the slideshow is going to be a shitshow.

Teenage Soul was a mess. There’s no other way to put it; teenage Soul skipped classes and sated his anxiety with pot instead of talking to anyone about getting medicated. More than that, teenage Soul was merely teenage Maka’s shadow - even more than adult Soul is now - and in light of recent events, he’s not really sure how walking down that particular path of memory lane will go down. Especially with drunk Maka pressing her cheek on his shoulder and innocently nibbling at a slice of cake.

Leaning on Maka had been routine for him for a very long time. She was his comfort blanket, his best friend, his lifeline - and to everyone around them, it must’ve looked a little desperate, a little pathetic. Sometimes he thinks he was; Maka had been everything to him for so very long, all through middle school, right up until her parents had split and suddenly she needed his support, too. From there, they’d been inseparable - SoulandMaka, MakaandSoul - and the rest is history. They’ve grown up together. They’ve grown up leaning on each other, through thick and thin, and he’s not sure how Maka will take reliving such facts.

I really like dancing with you, Soul. It makes me happy. I don’t ever want to stop.

How can she say things like that and not expect him to fall for her? How can she validate him like that - let him know that she needs him, too, maybe even as much as he needs her - and not expect him to fall at her feet? She’s merciless. Green eyes will be his undoing. He will forever be half a man, half a person, without dewy green eyes and her hand in his.

He’s not that kid anymore. He’s not helpless, not useless without a hearty dose of Maka as a morning pick-me-up. Soul has a band, has friends and interests and ways to vent his frustrations and creativity. He has a nearly famous brother and prim, expectant parents and a pretty decent head on his shoulders. He has Maka, still, and certainly needs her, always - but in different ways, he thinks. Less dependent ways. More for companionship, completeness. He wants to wake up for years to her sleepy face, her cute button nose. He wants to be around when she grows old but her spirit still sings youth.

read: ffn or ao3!