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stunning (stun me)

for @se-rarepair-day, july 2018// night out

this is entirely unbeta’d trash but i’ve been wrestling with maka’s issues all day and i can’t keep doing it, i’m done, i’m out,

anyway i wanna keep exploring their dynamic but hopefully this will do for now! enjoyyyy

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Maka watches her girlfriend pick through her shoes with a grim kind of determination.

“Liz,” she says, “it’s just me.”

“Shut up and let me hope I can still knock your socks off,” Liz retorts, tossing aside the footwear she'd been eyeing critically for the past minute.

“You’ve already knocked my socks off.”

“You know what I mean.” She looks at Maka and smiles, a wide, appreciative smile that Maka would ordinarily take offense to. “You like it?” she asks.

Maka glances at herself in the mirror and doesn’t recognize the woman who looks back. Maka is lanky and boyish, all sundresses and basketball shorts, but her reflection is dangerously elegant in her long, figure-hugging dress and glowing pink makeup.

Maka has always felt secure in her strength, but her strength was always the blunt readiness to deliver a roundhouse kick, not the subtle confidence of someone prepared to stab an aggressor with a hidden stiletto knife.

Not that she has a stiletto knife. She just feels like she should.

“I like it,” she says, because she does like it, and it’s easier than explaining how off-balance it makes her feel.

“Good,” Liz says. “You’re going to turn heads tonight.”

“So will you,” Maka points out, turning back to her as she emerges from her closet, a pair of golden heels in hand. Liz is gorgeous, always, and tonight is no different. Her dress is a pale, icy blue to match her eyes, which are shadowed with gold makeup. Together, she had told Maka, they are forest and sky.

“We’re going to turn heads tonight,” Liz says, and makes her way to the front door. “Ready, babe?”

Maka follows. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” she replies.