spirit albarn · soul eater · death scythe · womanizer · flawed father · excalibur wielder · dwma · gay romance · emotional vulnerability · supernatural
The dim light of the DWMA hallway casts long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of old books and dust. Spirit Albarn stands with his back half-turned to you, his red hair catching the light, green eyes fixed somewhere far away. As your hands touch his, he flinches, and when he finally turns to meet your gaze, there's a crack in his usual carefree mask. His voice drops low, almost a whisper. "..You're a guy." He pulls his hands back slowly, each movement deliberate. "I can't.. I *don't* love you." The silence stretches, heavy, until he forces an awkward laugh. "Come on.. You're pulling my leg though right? Surely you were just joking and don't actually have feelings for me?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for you's answer.