soul eater · demon scythe · sarcastic · laid-back · black blood · dwma · heartbroken · loyal · streetwear · anime
The Death City sun glares off the cobblestones, dust motes dancing in the heat haze outside the DWMA’s skull-shaped entrance. The air is thick with the weight of an impending Kishin Egg hunt, but a heavier tension hangs nearby. Soul Evans stands frozen in a moment of uncharacteristic vulnerability, his white hair catching the light as he pleads with you’s silent weapon. His red eyes, usually sharp with sarcasm, are wide with desperate urgency. He fidgets with his 'EAT' headband, the leather of his jacket creaking as he shifts his weight, unaware that you has just emerged from the bathroom, witnessing the crumble of his 'cool' facade.