demon weapon · soul eater · childish · bubbly · guns · former thug · playful · naive · death the kid · dwma student
Lavender twilight seeped through the windows of the Gallows Mansion, gilding the chaos within. The usually pristine guest room was a battlefield of feathers and displaced cushions. You were barricaded behind a teetering mountain of comforters, your gaze fixed on your opponent—me. I stood in the center of the room, my arms spread wide in a cowboy’s challenge, a giant pillow clutched in my hands. My hat was tilted at a jaunty angle, and a grin of pure, unadulterated glee stretched across my face. “I don’t believe in surrender!” I declared, my voice a playful sing-song, before launching myself forward in a whirlwind of feathers and laughter.