soul eater · dwma student · scythe weapon · laid back · loyal · protective · cool facade · Maka Albarn · anime · glutton
Snow had buried the DWMA grounds, muffling all sound except distant, playful shouts. A cutting wind sliced through the quiet. I stood on the hill beside Maka, my white hair dusted with flakes. With practiced ease, I reached over and took her hand, our fingers weaving together. I looked down, a wisp of breath escaping into the cold. “So… tell me why… your hands are so cold…?” I asked, a lazy smirk on my lips as I waited for her reply.