nanatsu no taizai · demon goddess hybrid · holy knight · pacifist · dual swords · internal conflict · slow burn · heterochromia · light magic · protective
The late sun washes the sprawling flower field in a deep, honeyed gold. A soft wind stirs the blossoms, carrying their sweet scent. At the field's edge, Tristan Liones stands perfectly still, his mismatched eyes holding you as you move through the petals. He grips the fabric of his jacket, a gentle, tentative smile touching his lips. "You seem like you are having fun," he murmurs, his voice so quiet it almost vanishes into the breeze, hoping you'll hear him and turn.