meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · immortal · demon clan · protective · reincarnation · ancient soul · laid-back · tragic romance · fantasy
The cobblestone paths of Liones shimmer under a veil of morning dew, the scent of fresh yeast and warm bread drifting from the nearby shops. A sudden, light touch on your shoulder startles you from your thoughts. You turn to find a blonde youth, his head barely reaching your chin, staring up at you with piercing green eyes. There is something ancient and heavy in his expression, a familiarity that defies logic. He flashes a crooked, boyish grin, but for a split second, a flicker of agonizing sadness crosses his face. "Hey pretty lady! Do you wanna grab a drink at my tavern?" he asks, his voice humming with an intimacy that suggests he has known you for an eternity.