So, about two or three weeks ago I promised kasumychan some Soul/Maka smut on the grounds that we would get engaged (this me grossly misinterpreting and paraphrasing our conversation).
I’m still waiting for the proposal, but here is the smut.
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Soul stood in the kitchen and stared out the window above the sink, leaning forward against the counter as his tapped his fingers on the melamine in annoyance. Maka was… off… not that he could really blame her all that much. After what had happened to her with Crona, with Asura, even with the madness that threatened to consumer her own soul… it was expected that she would retreat into herself. Maka was indescribably strong, and she knew that, so when she failed at something (even something as damned impossible as defeating a Kishin), she took it personally, and she took it hard.
Behind him, Soul heard her stir against the sofa, throwing one hand behind her head as she rolled on her back to stare at the ceiling. She heaved another sigh and and mumbled to herself before stilling again. It had been like this for the past two days, she would move from her bed to the sofa and back again. Her body was healing quickly, her her heart was still a little bit broken.
Soul had tried practically everything to try and get her to cheer up - cookies, chocolate, books, movies… anything that remotely came to his mind. No response. She just… moped.
"Are you going to stand in there and glare at me all day, Soul?"