Mama would always tell her love is blind.
But never in a million years did she ever think it was literal.
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"Soul!" Maka called out to her fiancé.
His unseeing eyes whipped in her direction. A lazy grin stretched across his face as he made his way down the isle towards her, gallon of milk in hand.
She took the milk and placed it in the cart.
"Is it," she looked up at him. "Is it the right one?" He pointed his eyes toward the floor (something his mother told him people did when they were nervous). Maka smiled and pecked his cheek.
"Yes, thank you Soul."
He sighed,
"Thank goodness, I know you told me not to go off on my own, but the lady next to me helped."
He grinned at her and kissed her back.
---time skip---
They had meet four years from today, it was rainy and Maka was late to her old job. She ran, her leather purse providing little coverage. She had accidentally dumped into him (sending him flying). She had offered him some coffee as an apology, and he agreed. She thought he was a little off, but thought nothing of it... Until he asked her where the door was.
They had just bloomed from there, from strangers to lovers.

Today, Maka had the day off from her new job as an editor, and Soul didn't have a performance, so they spent the day indoors reading. Soul loved listening to stories, and Maka loved reading them, so that's how their free time was mostly spent.
Maka settled in Souls lap, his arms securing around her waist. Lord of the Flies was already flipped to the last page.
"Ok, so we where-"
"Hey Angel?"
She looked up at him and shivered. His piercing eyes always looked directly through her, as if he could see her soul.
"What is it Soul?"
He blinked slowly at her.
"What do you look like?"
Maka stopped, and Soul thought he said it wrong.
"Umm what do you mean Soul?"

Once at his apartment, he had (while extremely embarrassed) asked if he could feel her face, in order to get a good picture of her.
She agreed.
He said he liked what he felt (causing her to get a dark hue).
Of course later he was able to feel all of her and he really liked it.

"Well, my brother told me that our families eyes where like cardinals, apples, or blood." He scratched his cheek. "And our hair is like snow or clouds."
There was a pause and Maka could tell he started getting nervous. So she smiled and gave him a long kiss.
"They're right. You're half albino, your looks are very rare." He blushed again,
"Yeah I know, pretty cool right?"
He kissed her head and she giggled.
"Very."
Maka put the book down and flipped over sprawling herself out over him.
"Let's see, my eyes are like the leaves on trees, or grass."
He hummed, staring off in a bliss no one could see.
"My hair is like the sand on a beach or the inside of a tree"
She smiled as he let out a little 'wow'
"Kind of like Mother Nature?"
Maka laughed at her adorable idiot.
"Sure, why not?"