Here goes nothing. I don’t know if this is what the original prompter wanted, but this is my go at it.
((Lovely as always, darling.))
(Source: souleaterpromptarchive)
((I’ll just probs be slow, and if I can’t think of anything, than I won’t likely do it.
But yeah… Feel free to attack any of my character. :P
And Kimiko (Maka’s mom)’s ask ))
Death Scythe - Spirit
Sexy as Fuck~
“Over confident as ever.”
“You seem to confuse disobedience with hate. Why would I listen to a women who cares only for rules? Especially now that I’m well over eighteen, and no longer need a parent.” he’d calmed down at least a touch by now, though his tone clearly showed his detest for the women in front of him.
“Ah, well mother, I’m sorry to say that perhaps I was a bit to busy growing up, before throwing myself to the kishins feet. I can see why you would hate a child who can do nothing more than their best. What a shame, that they didn’t have a mother their to shove them off a cliff before they could fly, as she likely would have.”
“Hate? …Oh dear… you don’t know the meaning of it. And as for not needing a parent, good. It’s nice to see that you’ve at least gained enough of an independent mind to realize that the world does not give any breaks. One needs to take care of yourself, because in the end, you can depend on no one.” She gave him a stern look before glancing down at her watch. She didn’t really have time for this…
“I don’t hate you. I simply never wanted a child.” She sighed, uncomfortable and annoyed by the situation. She wasn’t supposed to have to deal with this sort of thing… “And as for shoving you off a cliff… well that seems a bit barbaric. However from what I can hear, you can fly… so I doubt you would have been too badly off.”
“Thank you, Marie. Although I’d prefer to not have to be dragged back here for something that could have been prevented had proper procedure been followed.” Kimiko pursed her lips, her annoyance at having to be back in Death City evident.
“S-sorry, ma-… mother…” Maka faltered, eseing the disapproval. She had absolutely no idea what to do now that her mom was actually here, in front of her. She looked away. “I… see… W-well, I’m really glad to see you.”
Even though she didn’t seem to be happy to see her.
She swallowed, “I’ve missed you.”
“It’s no matter.” She said calmly, dismissing it.
She paused, unsure of what to say. She was never much of a mother when she was around her child… It had just never felt right; not to mention the fact that she hadn’t wanted to become a mother to begin with… “I have no interest being in Death City… however it is interesting to see how you’ve grown.”
She ignored her later comment, not sure of how to react. …Did she miss her? She didn’t think so… at least not the trouble that a child brought. She felt something for the child… obligation or perhaps something else, but she wasn’t going to look too deep into it.
