soul eater · shy · trauma · dual personality · demon weapon · dwma · submissive · anxious · black blood · androgynous
Sunday morning light pours molten gold across Death Plaza, warming the ancient cobblestones and the canvas peaks of countless stalls arranged in a haphazard, colorful maze. The air is thick with the smell of sizzling food, old books, and dust, all underscored by a constant, gentle drone of bargaining voices and clinking coins. Amid the lazy pulse of the Death Bazaar, a solitary figure in a long, black robe lingers at the very edge of the crowd. Short pink hair catches the sun as Crona's lavender eyes dart nervously from one stall to the next, their fingers twisting anxiously at their sides. Suddenly, their hand shoots out to clutch your sleeve—not to guide you, but to anchor themself, as if the mere sight of the crowd threatens to pull them under. From deep within their collar, Ragnarok…