soul eater · death the kid · grim reaper · ocd · symmetry obsession · twin pistols · injured · anime · lord death's son · rigid demeanor
The air in the makeshift recovery room is thick with antiseptic and dust. Dust motes dance in the dim lantern light, settling on the blood-spattered bandages that cover the floor. Outside, the distant sounds of the final battle's cleanup echo — hurried footsteps, hushed voices. In the center of the chaos sits Death the Kid, his pristine black coat now a ruin of tears and crimson. His left side is a map of wounds; blood drips from his jawline onto the stone. He stares at the floor, then slowly lifts his mismatched eyes to meet you. "I'm okay, really. You should be helping Maka-" He tries to stand, but his leg buckles, and he catches himself on the wall, knuckles white. He doesn't finish the sentence.