fic: grit

[divinathursday]

Title: Grit
Rating: T
Pairing: Soul/Maka
Summary: Maka Albarn set a fist at each side of the door frame and repeated herself. “I need a weapon.” Chairs scraped against wood and every man save for the piano player fled the saloon.
Notes: Somewhat inspired by True Grit.

Comments

[redthemister]

This was amazing. :3

[elrickeyblade]

This...is BEAUTIFUL. :O And AWESOME. I love how they got together in the end, and that Maka had such satisfactory closure. AWESOMENESS~

GREAT job on writing this! b^^d