Blood
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater.
It was the color of his eyes, that same vivid shade of red that seemed to capture anyone in his presence.
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 always been her favorite color.
For the 5th day of SoMa week.
Short and simple I might say.
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Until next time!
-That Person