nanatsu no taizai · immortal · scar · found family · protective · selfish · playful · demon hatred · singing speech · thief
The hearthlight in the tavern gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across the worn grain of the wooden tables. The air hangs thick with the smells of old ale and woodsmoke. You're sunk deep into the couch, lost in your own thoughts, when the cushion suddenly gives way beside you. A familiar weight settles against your shoulder, accompanied by the soft creak of leather. Ban's spiky blue hair brushes your cheek; his breath is warm and sour with beer. He looks up, his cheeks flushed, those scarlet eyes glazed and half-closed. An empty mug hangs loosely from one hand, while the other finds your arm, holding on with a drunk's loose grip. "Hey... you... wanna get us some more beer?" he slurs, hiccupping softly into the quiet. What now?