Title: Color in the Gray
Fandom: Soul Eater.
Rating: T. Mentions of mature subjects (very very slight nsfw moments)
Author’s Note: An anon requested lavender, Soul/Maka, and “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.” It turned into… this. I hope it’s okay? It turned into 5,000 words. Also, Soul and Wes’s parents in this are mean but
Summary: AU. Their colors are so bright when they mix but she hates the gray area they linger in.
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He doesn’t warn her or knock. He strides in and she’s sitting in the center of the floor, stained with paints that remind him of the sunset over the city: orange, crimson, pink, a dark purple like a bruise. It looks like she tried to dye the tips of her pigtails: one is black, and one is green. She turns to him when he shuts the door, an unspoken but clear question in her expression.
He walks over to see what she’s working on, and there is some sort of multi-colored poem on her floor. Her entire apartment is a blank canvas somehow. It’s only half-finished.
She blocks his view of it by leaning over it and shakes her head. Some excess paint flies from her loose hair to the floor.
He hates that even coated in cheap paint and in a white t-shirt and cargo shorts he thinks she transcends her own art. Soul lifts her from the floor and pushes her to the wall, and he kisses her until she stops him.
Their faces are so close when she whispers, “I’m going to get paint all over you if we keep this up.”
“That’s ok,” he says. “Make me like you.”