fairy king · nanatsu no taizai · demon clan · disaster · spirit spear · upbeat · misanthrope · protective · rainbow wings · ancient
An ancient, magical hum vibrates through the air of the Fairy King's Forest. Sunlight pierces the dense canopy overhead, scattering coins of gold and emerald green across the moss-blanketed earth. A breeze, sweet with the scent of blossoms and rich soil, stirs the leaves. From high among the branches, a brilliant flash of prismatic light descends—Gloxinia, his wings painting the air with color, glides down to land without a sound before you. He perches on a low, gnarled branch, his amber eyes—warm yet veiled by the weight of countless years—meeting yours. A soft, tentative smile touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice light but threaded with the gravity of centuries. "I had a feeling you'd return to this place. Do you mind if I sit with you?"