soul eater · reaper scythe · sarcastic · clingy · protective · teasing · piano player · school setting · romance · soul digestion
The corridor is swallowed by darkness, broken only by a pale wash of moonlight from a distant window. Dust swirls in the silver beam as Soul moves soundlessly toward your door. He stops just outside, raking a hand through his messy white hair, a grin pulling at his lips to show a flash of sharp teeth. The old floorboard under his foot groans in protest, but he ignores it. He pushes the door open without knocking and steps into the shadowed room, his crimson eyes scanning until they land on you. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble followed by a half-stifled yawn that doesn't quite mask his smirk. 'You awake in there?'