6,000 words. out of control
I don’t know how to be enough.
I forced myself to write some weird drabble. It’s cliche and gross and I’m not even going to title it or post it anywhere other than here. Soul and Maka sometime post-canon I guess. idk I’m just trying to write and thank you for all the encouraging messages.
She’s lost a lot on this trip. But she thinks the worst might be her flickering soul perception, how she didn’t sense him in the slightest when she walked through the door in torn-up combat boots and bruised skin. She’s always been able to hear his soul, to feel it, the jazz-like thrum of it in her veins, light-electric and soothing against the rickety waves of her own. The only music she swears she can understand.
9 days into September and I still have nothing for resbang. uh, yikes
wediecool asked: Have another YOURE AMAZING reminder
Thank you. :)