i still rly love these two
Ellen Ripley: reluctantly stuck on a spaceship with aliens
in which Soul is reluctantly stuck on his own ship with a human who doesn’t know how to be quiet.
He was a bit of a brute.
Sharp teeth, wild hair, red eyes with pupils that hurt to look at, and a voice like gravel even in the Common Tongue. But, he’d rescued her from her failing ship so she owed him.
He was also quite handsome. Now, that may have just been because she had been in deep space for so long without anyone but her CRONA (Communications Research Optical Navigation Assistant) system to keep her company. Not that the system was much company, but when you were alone for so long you’d talk to anything.
Which may have been why she couldn’t shut up right now. Maka had been chattering on about the latest research on a new population of peoples who lived in clouds of stardust, “they’re sort of like ephemeral silky singing sirens! No one knows how long they live, they communicate with song, they’re super shy! I never even saw one! And I’ve been out there for te-“
He slapped his hand over her mouth, leveling her with an exhausted glare. ”Ten months. I know.” Only reason he’d picked her up was because his brother said he needed to be nicer. So here he was, being nice, and stuck with a tiny female human with huge green eyes.
Actually, he was still debating if she was human. She could have been F’y but her ears weren’t pointed. But those eyes.
Maka tugged at his wrist, trying to pull his hand from her face. While contact actually felt really good, it was still rude. He was a good deal stronger than her; Dushayedoks were known for their strange metallic black blood and impressive fighting skills. He gave her a look, clearly not amused by her alliterations and wordiness, and took his hand off away.
She didn’t let go of his hand, instead turning it over and tracing each line across his palm and the scars he’d collected. Soul watched her, begrudgingly amused by her intrigue. Her fingers were cool to the touch, but that may have just been his over heated skin; it was normal for his kind though, they tended to run hot.
The ship’s ONI (Obnoxious Navigation Imp, as Soul called it) started to bitch from the cockpit calling his attention away from the tiny woman. He pulled his hand away slowly and she looked up at him with those big green eyes. “I have to check on the ship, it only gets noisier and a hell of a lot more obnoxious. Stay here and don’t touch anything.”
"Wait! Can I come? Don’t leave me alone! I’ll be quiet, promise!"
One asteroid belt later, a terrifying game of hide and seek combined with tag but with lasers, and a small explosion (it was actually kinda huge, Soul cheered) Maka finally relaxed down into the chair next to Soul’s.
It had taken her two minutes to figure out the weapon controls and only a second to see that Soul couldn’t navigate the moving asteroids and hit the space pirates bearing down on them. He’d put up a fight until she blasted the three incoming hull-eaters out of the air while he dove down and wove under the asteroids. They made a hell of a team.
"You’re not a half bad shot."
"Pfffft. And you’re a damn good flyer, I really didn’t think we were going to make it through that one hunk of rock, but wow." She offered him a blinding grin.
Soul finally blurted out, “are you actually a human?” Which made Maka blink in an almost comical fashion. And then giggle. And then snort. And then giggle some more. Until she was crying, hunched over in the chair and laughing hysterically.
"Sorry! That wasn’t even funny!" Maka wiped the tears off her cheeks and smiled at him. "Yes. I actually am a human. Why?"
"Thought you might be F’y or like….I dunno. Would you quit laughing at me!" He was grumpy, hungry, and she made him feel disgustingly happy.
Her snort made him look back at her, slightly more composed in the chair now and looking at him. “Is that a problem for you?”
"No, no problem. You’ve just got those eyes."
"You have eyes too, Soul."
"Not like yours." He set ONI on autopilot (ignoring the rude message that showed up on his monitor) and stood from his chair, stretching and watching the not so subtle way Maka was watching him. Feeling bold and a little high on adrenaline from the fast flying he tilted her chin up so her eyes caught the lights from a distant supernova. "Never seen eyes like yours." His voice felt uncharacteristically soft, but it was worth the way she licked her lips and looked at him.
Maka stood, still watching him, “never seen anyone quite like you, you look like you’re a galaxy walking around in a leather jacket.”
"Is that a problem?"
"No, no problem at all," she echoed, slipping her hand under the jacket to rest over his three hearts. The same supernova he was watching in her eyes, highlighted his hair in blues and reds and violets and made his eyes glow in the dim light of the cockpit.
His fingers scorched a trail from her jaw to her cheek when Soul cupped her face, thumb gently stroking the delicate skin under her eye. Leaning into the heat of his hand made her shiver; waiting for the next breath, the next movement.
So close, she was so close. Small, too small and precious to just be human or even real. He could just-
ONI began to bitch again dragging his attention away from her. Maka giggled at the vicious frown on his face as he glanced at the monitors. The kiss she placed at the corner of his mouth was so light he thought it may have just been wishful thinking (really…really wishful thinking). But he could feel himself frowning less, so it must have happened.
"Come on, tiny woman, you’re back on guns. We’ve got more incoming."
Every inch of you is perfect / from the b o t t o m to the t o p
This video is so sweet and cute though I love it
Soul Eater fan art, because now I’m a big ol’ fan!
i havent watched this anime in forever i dont know why i was compelled to draw soul
this look is so good it is upsetting me