SoMa drabbles - Silver

Silver

Maka normally found herself sitting on the couch during the later evenings with a book in her lap and her eyes scanning through the pages to discover more of her story. Soul would usually sink into the cushions beside her with his arms casually propped up on the back of the large chair, possibly with a magic cat sitting in his own lap or not. They would normally find themselves sitting like this with a basketball game or a movie they had a mutual agreement on playing on their TV. It wasn’t always something they both agreed to watch, however, since Soul would usually put something else on when she was far too captivated into her novel to even notice.

This night, however, she was sitting back into the cushions with her eyes closed and her book was closed shut on the coffee table. Her Weapon partner had fallen asleep at least an hour ago. He hadn’t gotten up from the couch to go to his room, but laid his head down in her lap instead. At first she hissed at him and smashed her book into his nose. Although when he had fallen asleep almost immediately, she found it in herself to put the book down and relax a little. It wasn’t too bad, having him rest his head on her legs. In fact, she actually quite liked the contact.

As the TV continued to play off the moving picture of some movie that came out the year before, Maka found herself getting her fingers lost in his hair. She stroked his head gently, lulling him back to sleep if her hand had woken him at all, and she smiled in content. His hair was always so soft to the touch. It was as if they were moving through clouds when her fingers dragged through each strand of silver atop his head. It always smelled nice too; a minty fresh kind of scent, she gathered. She could always smell it on him after he got out of the shower, or when he leaned in close to say something to her in secret during class.

When they first became partners, on one of their very first missions, someone had commented about his hair being strange. That had been the moment when Maka realized that his hair had never actually struck a curiosity within her. She never felt the need to ask about it. She wondered after that if he had dyed it possibly and watched carefully as the weeks went by to see if his roots would begin to show. They never did, and eventually he noticed that she was acting strange and questioned her. Of course she had been too embarrassed to answer him, so she instead outright asked him how he got his hair to be so white in the first place.

Silver hair was a gene that ran through his family, he had told her. His Mother before him had stark white hair ever since she was born.

People always thought it was strange when they first met Soul Eater. His hair was as white as the snow that fell in the winter, his eyes were as deep as a crimson pool of blood and his teeth were so sharp that he could have been a shark in a past life. He had an ominous appearance that normally scared people off and earned him the nickname of a freak, but she had always loved those things about him.

If only she knew just how much of an impact it was on him to know that his appearance didn’t matter in the least to her. He was content with knowing that his Meister felt the same way about people that he did. It didn’t matter what was on the outside, it was the soul that counted most. Someone like him could look like a freak all they wanted, but as long as he had soul…as long as he was Soul Eater Evans, lazy, silver haired and cool didn't matter much at all. She loved him no matter what...but that didn’t mean that she didn’t like the way his hair stood out in a crowd. It proved to be quite useful, actually.

And, she had to admit: his eyes looked absolutely beautiful under his snowy locks and could easily sway her into doing just about anything for the Scythe. She would make sure he didn’t know that, however, and would pretend to be asleep when he finally got up to head to his room. It was a good thing too that she hadn’t realized that he was the one to pretend or else he would have been thrown out the window and she would have locked herself up in her room for the next couple of days in embarrassment. He would save them both the trouble by keeping his eyes closed for a few more hours. Not like that was much of an issue though.