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Tonight, they will dance.
Soul’s body will be flush against hers and she will feel his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, she thinks their heartbeats synchronize together, perfectly on rhythm with the music playing through her earbuds. (Maka doesn’t realize in the moment, but she commits it to memory; the thumping of their hearts will become the beat she’ll find herself tapping her foot to in the weeks to follow.) They are a mess of entwined limbs and headphone cords and stepping on feet and stumbling, but never faltering, because no accidental misstep could take away from the electricity crackling in the air as he brushes her hair away from her face. Passion rattles her bones— it’s an odd, unfamiliar, yet not unwelcome sensation.
They are two people, but in this moment, they are one soul, as they sway to music only they can hear in the middle of their kitchen with no prying eyes but the sly, knowing gaze of Blair from the doorway, who meows despite herself. They are different songs, but together a beautiful symphony of music that could never be replicated except right here on their hideous linoleum floor.
When tomorrow comes, he will drag himself out of bed before she wakes up and leave, bags in toe, for his next individual mission.
He will kiss her forehead and grin when she mumbles his name through her sleep, and he’ll leave a note for her on her bedside so she won’t miss him too much.
Maka will brush her teeth by herself, without Soul to stand at her side and smirk at her reflection as toothpaste drips down his chin. She will unintentionally make breakfast for two, and, with a sheepish blush and pouted lips, feed the half that goes untouched and sits cold on the counter to Blair (ever appreciative of free food, but of course). She will find herself unintentionally hugging her pillow in her sleep, drifting off to scenarios of her waking up and it’ll be him there in her arms rather than his stuffing-filled stand-in.
But tonight, it is only them— the rest of the world is drowned out by Bon Iver playing over tangled headphones.
Tonight, they will dance.