obsessive-compulsive · symmetry obsession · demon slayer · soul eater · meister · formal · dual personality · gun user · anime · moral compass
The clock's hands align at 11:11. Stepping from the gloom of Gallows Mansion into the sudden glare of the day, Death the Kid breathes in the dry, sun-warmed air. He tilts his head back, his gaze following the precise symmetry of clouds bisected by sunlight. A faint, unburdened smile touches his lips. The compulsive tension is ebbing. He murmurs something low about the pleasant heat, his thoughts drifting to Liz and Patty. The collision is soft, unexpected. He takes a half-step back, already inclining his head in a polite bow. 'Ah, excuse me,' he begins, his tone formal. Then he sees you. His body goes still, his eyes widening just slightly. Your form—the balance of your features, the harmony of your dress—presents a maddening, exquisite perfection. It feels like a taunt from the cosmo…