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why the fuck do i have so many followers sjdfishsjdhzz anyways stan asuka
[through tears] please stop followign me
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like this vine if you ever get that one feeling that you wanna die and you feel like it’s monday
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when you’re lost, here i am, forever with your soul ! ☆
@grgori / ☆
soul tries not to visibly deflate -- after all, how had he expected her to respond when confronted with such a brash outburst ? the reality is that he hadn’t exercised any caution or forethought, letting his impulsivity get the better of him before considering any possible outcomes. he doesn’t care whether or not she reciprocates his feelings, though perhaps outright rejection would be easier than this; easier than watching her cry, easier than explaining himself. he feels selfish, impudent -- he put his own need to confess before maka rather than valuing how such a situation might affect her. idiot. he very likely just ruined their wavelength, their relationship, their future, all for the sake of admitting his feelings. ( pathetic ! coward ! why would you tell her now ? couldn’t it have waited ? )
alternatively, a part of him believes that she deserves to know the truth. another part of him thinks that he had stated the obvious, though her reaction tells him otherwise. she is the only person who has ever mattered to him, and this is how he repays her for that ?
he opens his mouth just to close it a moment later. he wants more than anything to wipe her tears, to tell her that it doesn’t matter and that things should stay how they were before his confession, but he knows better than to try to comfort her. that would just make upset her further, twisting the blade in her chest. and she’s always been strong enough on her own. but is there not strength in admitting weakness ? is there no value in allowing someone else to hold one’s heart in their hands, if only for a moment ? but what would soul know of such matters ?
❛ maka ... i’m sorry. i should’ve just ... ❜ he can’t lose her. he reaches for her tentatively but retracts his hand. ❛ kept quiet. ❜ but he didn’t think he could stay silent much longer, not with his heart speaking her name so loudly and unremittingly. ❛ i should’ve spared you that, at least. ❜
He is your god.
‘ you know i have feelings for you. ’ fufu
‘ it isn’t funny to joke around like that. ’ is the first thing to go through her head —– is the first thing she would have said if not for the uncharacteristically serious look on his face. something akin to fear twists through her guts , because she isn’t ready for a conversation like this , she doesn’t think she ever will be ready to face something like this head on. it’s like someone poured searing hot coffee directly onto her brain. she’s frozen , a coward after all.
her fingers clench into tight fists at her sides , nails biting into her palms with a force that’s sure to leave her with itchy scabs for days afterwards - it wouldn’t be an unfamiliar feeling. the gloves she always wears are futile in protecting her hands from the blisters that come with handling her weapon. people are always hurting each other , whether intentional or not , she thinks , faintly recalling a memory of her papa apologizing to her mama , i didn’t mean it , he pleads.
she doesn’t realize she’s crying until she sees it hit the floor , doesn’t realize her head is bowed down and she’s trembling. it rips her from her thoughts , and she looks everywhere but at him , because she must be acting incredibly uncool right now. “ no. ” her heart feels as if it will beat right out of her chest. “ i didn’t know. ”
meme / accepting.
apathitic:
“ heeey ~ it’s almost closing time. hurry up. ” it’s nowhere near closing time, but it is almost time for her shift to end, and she’d like to make it to practice today, even if only for a little bit. / @rsonance
❛ the sign says eight. ❜ but he shrugs and approaches the counter. he’s not here to pick a fight, he just wants a dr. pepper. placing the cup down, soul digs in his pocket for some loose change before glancing back up at the cashier. ❛ how much ? ❜
grgori:
sms → soul : Whatever sms → soul : Just try to show up for class sms → soul : Or bother someone else for notes next time.
sms → maka 😈 : maka!! don’t be like that, you know you’re my favorite person to copy notes from. :( sms → maka 😈 : i can’t make any promises but maybe i’ll buy a new alarm clock. maybe.
uwu
bro we are kissing now / not accepting
be cool, be cool, be cool. the silent refrain is a mantra repeated in hopes that his heart rate might listen. of course it goes ignored, so soul is caught between maka and the piano, shoulder to shoulder, hoping to god that she cannot sense the beating within his chest. but she’s perceptive as anything, they know each other like a sailor knows the sea and its ever - changing tides, consistently unpredictable, paradoxically stable in that volatility is expected. human souls are the same; maka is the same. nevertheless, there is one thing about her which soul can never quite read. yes, she cares deeply about him – that much is evident ( and mutual ). but does she care like that, in the same manner that he does ? he truly believes that he may never know. perhaps it’s because she’s a girl, or perhaps it’s because of her parents’ divorce and her subsequent wariness, or perhaps ( most likely ) it’s because she’s maka albarn. most of the time, it doesn’t worry him too much. he’s too focused on other responsibilities to dwell on such things as … love, should he name the feeling. but in this moment, shoulders brushing as he teaches her the piano keys, it’s hard to evade these thoughts.
❛ good. now, make sure you’re staying in ‘ c. ’ follow my hand. ❜
she continues to sequence the keys incorrectly. at this rate, she may never learn beyond ‘ mary had a little lamb, ’ but that doesn’t matter to soul in the slightest. what matters is that she wants to be taught, or rather, that she wants him to teach her. he guides her hand across the keys, allowing her to feel their rhythmic pattern. after repeating this several times, he smiles. ❛ think you could try it without me ? ❜
and maybe it wasn’t a perfect rendition by most standards, but to soul, not a sweeter tune had ever been played. even faster his heart beats, and when her eager eyes look up at him expectantly, he feels as though it might leap out of his chest. by some miracle, it doesn’t. by some miracle, his body moves for him and he doesn’t know how, but he finds himself pressing his lips to her cheek. his pride in her success overflows. he lingers there for a moment, expecting her to ‘ maka - chop ’ him away, and when she doesn’t, he freezes. she’s letting him kiss her ? finally he pulls away, clearing his throat as a blush settles over his cheeks. ❛ cool. ❜