BloodIt was the color of his eyes, that same vivid shade of red that seemed to capture anyone in his presence.More Like This
It was what boiled when he saw one of the male species stare and drool at her ass or breasts, instead of staring into those big green eyes that held innocence and happiness.
It's what sang when their lips interlocked, her hands buried in his hair and his on her cheeks.
It's what she desired to see after they've gone through a fierce fight with a kishin.
It's why they scream at each other after a battle, the reason they clean each other after.
It's black when the demon takes over, the kind that they've saved each other from.
It's what causes his heart to stop, his hands and lips to quiver. What makes his eyes tear up.
It's the thing she's covered in now, what's dripping down every possible part of her body.
It's the fluid that runs down his hands and arms after he catches her.
It's the kind of scream that emits from his throat as his meister dies right then and there.
Blood had alwa
TrustThe most difficult thing to gain from another human being.More Like This
A common issue.
A common insecurity.
The one wall that everyone had up.
In a world full of hatred and judgement, why would you even think of it?
Why would you trust someone?
For one to gain another's trust was a difficult task indeed.
Especially for the scythe known as Soul Eater when he had partnered up with the one and only male hating bookworm, Maka Albarn.
The task in front of him was not one that would be easy.
He trusted her.
He trusted that she would make him into the coolest Death Scythe in history, because she had promised him that.
She pinky-swore, as uncool as it sounded.
What happened was uncalled for.
To have one compliment an insecurity of his, to have his cold heart pulled, his emotionless face to turn into a surprised look, for him not to be invisible or looked down on.
For someone to like the real him.
He trusted her.
What broke him, was the fact she didn't trust him back.
Though, he knew of all her father issu