D E A T H C H I L D

          She’d been equally unsure of the prospect of running into a certain white-haired individual after so many years, and the patience she’d demonstrated in the last twenty minutes or so (far too long, really, for anybody that wished to accomplish something in a timely manner) paid off upon his recognition of her as well, confirming the guess as to who he was. His name came to mind almost immediately, as it had been something arguably unique even by American standards. ( Soul. )

          The traceuse looked upon him as he sat upon his bike with a face that didn’t have any reservations in displaying his utter surprise… she’d even call the look dumbfounded. With his verbal acknowledgement of her presence (after tailing him from a healthy distance since he picked his way through this block) she stepped forward now, her expression unreadable as it remained steady upon his face while she neared. It was only after studying him (refreshing the image that existed in her mind from five years prior – his features had changed so subtly with age) sufficiently that she allowed the side of her mouth to quirk into an easygoing smirk.

          “The one and only.” Drawing her hands from her pockets, they fell to her sides in a manner which portrayed relaxed body language. “ You’ve barely changed, Soul… and ‘s been a while since I was up in your neck of the woods, yeah?” It had been a one-time trip, after all. “So what brings you t’mine?”

@grigorichord

                               DESPITE THEIR EFFORTS, soul and maka’s assignment to retrieve details on the new madness phenomenon in tokyo was halted by a setback. the meister considered herself an expert at interrogation by now. it was something that she had to do quite often with the missions her and her partner received from kidd. though, this time around, the locals knew even less than the two did (or perhaps, they knew far more than they were letting on), and any attempts they made to find out more on the issue were fruitless. there was still time before sundown though, so they would not give up just yet. she waited for soul to situate himself on his bike before sitting directly behind him. slender arms reached forward to wrap around his back and brace for motion. the time to move never came though, as soul was caught off guard by an apparently familiar presence.

{ @grigorichord }

It had been awhile since he had even been allowed in her apartment (there had only been one other time, and that was on the day she moved in, and it was only because she needed help getting the furniture up the stairs) But now, he had been here to pick her up for a small father-daughter date (and it wasn’t even a punishment this time!!) where he had picked out the perfect place for them to eat lunch without having to worry about running into any of his ex flings.

Maka had run back into her room to grab a jacket, as Spirit stood, looking around the living room, and taking note of the small touches that made this place Maka’s, when a book on the table caught his eye.

“Hey…” Spirit bent down, picking up the photo album, and flipping through the pages. “I didn’t even know you had this.” He mumbled, before stopping on a picture of him holding what seemed to be a newborn Maka.

“…Did I ever tell you the story of the day you were born?” He mumbled softly, his eyes trained to the picture as a small smile graced his lips.

                              AS TIME WENT ON, maka gradually began to let go of the disdain she held towards her father. the anger would always linger— anger towards the man who destroyed their family through his unfaithful ways. however, spirit was still her father, and love would always exist between the two no matter how wronged she felt. for this reason, maka could not turn down the offer of a father-daughter date. though, to her surprise, she really wasn’t dreading it.

||: ♫ @grigorichord ( aka my wife ) liked for a baby starter ♪

   Every muscle in his body ached and screamed for relief, relief that only the living room couch of his home could offer and he couldn’t wait to kick back in it, to finally RELAX. So once he reached his and Maka’s apartment door, he was quick to pull out his key, unlock it, shove his way through, and beeline his way to said furniture piece with a drained,  ❝    Maka, ‘m home,    ❞  prior to plopping down upon reaching his destination, a hearty sigh to follow. He wasn’t even sure anyone was home, but that didn’t matter now. All that was on Soul’s mind was the way his body seemed to melt into the sofa’s cushions and how they seemed to ( almost tenderly ) embrace him back. It was so… nice ; comforting, even.

                                     Who knew Death Scythe training would be so STRENUOUS?

                           DESPITE SCHOOL BEING CLOSED for the day, maka was the only one out of the duo who could truly take the time to relax. while she was still held to a higher standard due to her exceptional capability, it was soul who was forced to take on the surplus of responsibilities, due to his newfound title as ‘the last death scythe’. for this reason, even on days where the other shibusen students could loaf around, he was up at the crack of dawn preparing for a strenuous day of training. every now and then, maka would be called in for assistance, but for the most part, soul’s work as a death scythe never really involved her. the time soul spent perfecting his abilities was time maka spent studying, or doing training of her own.

“Tch.”

The death scythe clicks his tongue as his gaze instinctively shoots to the top of DWMA. Momentarily his face wrinkles in thought and fists set on his hips. Just what was he after Soul, for…? Maka may not be learning that anytime soon. Wylan doesn’t look like he’s about to share. He disengages from his put on posture of frustration, and whilst turning his attention to the meister, procures a hat from his coat just as casually as one would pull out some shades (at least he would do this casually).

Without any input from Maka, Wylan pops the cap open and sets it upon her head. It’s very unceremonious and probably sits on her head entirely wrong. Too big, and at an angle. It’s also a hideous hat. Should she remove it and inspect the design (which she should) it would bear the crass label of a popular beach tourist nut company.

“I guess you can wear it for now, then.” Wylan comments. It’s an easy connection that the hat was meant for a certain other person. “Anyway!” He spins on his heel, coattails fluttering before he comes to a stop with hands behind his head. “I was out and about, but duty calls me back to check in with my besties. Buuuuut I’ll meet with them later. I’m back early, I’ve earned the right to tea–I mean, slack off.”

        ❝  AH, IT’S FINE THOUGH, really ! i understand the commitment soul’s taken on.  ’   she assured the older male. creating a death scythe was an ADMIRABLE accomplishment, and having that same death scythe become lord death’s righthand was an even higher honor. as both his meister and friend, she was proud of her weapon. they never talked in detail about the expectations and duties that kidd assigned to him, but at the very least, she knew it wasn’t an easy job. maka didn’t want to become another stressor in soul’s life, and she ESPECIALLY didn’t want wylan to get the impression that she had complaints about the current situation.

        HER HEAD TILTED as she watched the death scythe’s movements in utter confusion and curiosity. the last thing she expected wylan to reveal was a hat— and yet, here he was placing that ATROCIOUS thing on her head.   ❝  wha— ?  ’   her eyes instinctively traveled upwards, though it was very obvious she wouldn’t be able to get a good look unless it was removed. she reached to tug on the brim and bring the hat into view. upon taking in the details, she made a face that could BEST be described as a mixture between     disapproval     and     disgust    .   ❝  where did you even get this from ? and why ?  ’   so many questions that’d most likely be left unanswered, such as why he was even carrying it around in the first place. at the mention of her being allowed to wear it, maka responded with an eye roll.   ❝  gee, thanks SO much.  ’   sarcasm tainted her voice. as if it would actually be a privilege to wear something so HORRENDOUS.

       his mind is TICK, TICK ,TICKING like a toxic TIMEBOMB,        an anxiey that creeps up through his legs and into his        chest, pushing, pulling, suffocating-               Asura turns QUICK to face the young lady,               temporarily distracted from the blood that leaks               beneath his own nails, gnawed to close to the bed.               Feet shuffle awkwardly and red gaze turns away as               Asura THINKS. How is he supposed to respond? Did               Kidd not say something about being honest with               his ‘friends’- With the people around him? The kishin               lets out a small whine, looking back to the blonde.

       ❝ I-I am.. Ah… Not having a GOOD DAY.  ❞

        IT WAS A QUESTION maka already knew the answer to. by taking note of both his tone and movements, it became quite evident that asura was NOT okay. although that much was already certain, she still felt the need to lend a hand if he were willing to hold onto it.   ❝  you can talk to me about it if you want,  ’   her voice was soft so as to not make the other feel as if she were PUSHING him to share.   ❝  i’d be willing to help in any way i can.  ’   the words rang with honesty despite being unsure how helpful she would REALLY be.

U KNOW I LOVE UR MAKA TOO U BEAUTIFUL CUPCAKE!!!

UR MAKA IS GOOD??? I WILL SURROUND U IN MY LOVE??? if u want…. but take all the time u need,,, i lub u as friend

friendly reminder that micah is an actual angel who deserves nothing but happiness UwU