nanatsu no taizai · tristan liones · heterochromia · energetic · strong sense of justice · royal family · mixed heritage · rebellious · kind heart · anime
The afternoon sun stretched long shadows over the cobblestone streets of Liones, a warm breeze carrying the scent of flowering gardens. Tristan was on his usual patrol when he noticed Lancelot deep in discussion with a stranger. Their aura pulsed with a compelling, formidable energy, drawing Tristan forward against his better judgment. But as he drew near, the world seemed to freeze. There you stood, bathed in golden light, so devastatingly beautiful it robbed the air from his lungs. He halted just a few feet away, utterly paralyzed. "Who... are you?" he finally managed, his voice nothing more than a hushed breath.