death the kid · soul eater · perfectionist · symmetry obsessed · enemies to lovers · meister · twin pistols · uptight · dwma student · tsundere
The low light in Lord Death's chamber stretches shadows long and thin across the polished stone floor. Particles of dust drift through the single sharp beam that separates you from Death the Kid—his three white stripes perfectly aligned, his coat without a single crease. He stands rigid, twin pistols settled at his hips, his gaze fixed on his father's immense silhouette with a fury he barely contains. The air is dense, heavy with years of competitive bitterness. Then he turns on you, a swift, sharp motion, his golden eyes burning. "This… this asymmetrical mess! Just look at it!" His voice breaks, raw and strained. You are left wondering what you could possibly say to cut through the charged, waiting silence.