30kisses, or Rhapsodic of You
Title: Keeping Time
Author: clockwork starlight
Fandom: Soul Eater
Pairing: Soul Eater Evans x Maka Albarn
List and Theme #/name: List Delta #01; whistling winds
Rating: For Everyone.
Disclaimer: If Soul Eater were mine... Death the Kidd would wear more pink.
Spin. Swing. Step. Catch your breath.
Swing again.
Dance on the line between here and not.
Don’t think. Move.
Trust your partner.
There’s a maddening melody that you almost can’t hear, like an echo from far away.
Forget the music. Trust your partner.
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Believe in those skinny arms to give you power. The whistling winds are a cool, heady counterpoint to the irregular beat that stupid scratchy record sets.
Ignore the meter. Trust your partner.
She doesn’t have to be pretty, or smart, or even strong. That’s why she has to rely on a cool guy like you to lead her.
Screw the rhythm. Just ‘cause you’re leading doesn’t mean all she does is follow. She’s your partner.
She’s flatter than a wall, violent as hell, and way too bookish. There ain’t a song in the world that will match her pace.
So improvise. If you can’t match, you don’t deserve to be partners.
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You have to keep moving. Less thinking, more reacting. He’s going to be a Death Scythe some day. Because you’re going to make him one. Which means you’re not dying here.
Spin. It’s not slaughter, it’s salvation.
Swing. Strike with your soul. You can’t be half-hearted about this.
Step. Finish what you start. No regrets.
Catch your breath. There are always more missions, there are always more souls.
Swing again.
Author: clockwork starlight
Fandom: Soul Eater
Pairing: Soul Eater Evans x Maka Albarn
List and Theme #/name: List Delta #01; whistling winds
Rating: For Everyone.
Disclaimer: If Soul Eater were mine... Death the Kidd would wear more pink.
Spin. Swing. Step. Catch your breath.
Swing again.
Dance on the line between here and not.
Don’t think. Move.
Trust your partner.
There’s a maddening melody that you almost can’t hear, like an echo from far away.
Forget the music. Trust your partner.
-
Believe in those skinny arms to give you power. The whistling winds are a cool, heady counterpoint to the irregular beat that stupid scratchy record sets.
Ignore the meter. Trust your partner.
She doesn’t have to be pretty, or smart, or even strong. That’s why she has to rely on a cool guy like you to lead her.
Screw the rhythm. Just ‘cause you’re leading doesn’t mean all she does is follow. She’s your partner.
She’s flatter than a wall, violent as hell, and way too bookish. There ain’t a song in the world that will match her pace.
So improvise. If you can’t match, you don’t deserve to be partners.
-
You have to keep moving. Less thinking, more reacting. He’s going to be a Death Scythe some day. Because you’re going to make him one. Which means you’re not dying here.
Spin. It’s not slaughter, it’s salvation.
Swing. Strike with your soul. You can’t be half-hearted about this.
Step. Finish what you start. No regrets.
Catch your breath. There are always more missions, there are always more souls.
Swing again.