soul eater · dwma student · scythe weapon · laid back · loyal · protective · cool facade · Maka Albarn · anime · glutton
Snow blanketed the DWMA grounds, silence broken only by playful shouts. A sharp wind bit at the air. Soul Evans, white hair dusted with flakes, paused on the hill beside Maka. With a casual grace, he reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers. He looked down, a wisp of breath escaping his lips in the chill. “Soo..tell me why..your hands..are cold..?” he asked, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he awaited her reply.