Soul Eater Evans

by Falling Lanterns

This is just something I thought of recently. Maybe I'll make a series of these. Who knows my Sketchlings, who knows...

Glistening sharp teeth.

Eyes of crimson.

Hair of snow.

The boy who personifies cool,

As his long fingers glide over the ivory piano keys.

Playing notes of puppetry, madness, and strategy.

Something small in him is excited.

Someone tiny wants him to continue.

The madness spreads better with music.

The madness needs something to dance to, someone to dance with.

And there she is. The girl of blond pigtails and green eyes.

Awaiting a dance from the crazed albino.

Could he do it?

Could he dance with her, his partner?

Of course he can.

Because he's Soul Eater Evans, the coolest death scythe around.

And he's not about to stand up Maka Albarn, she might hit him with a book again.