tristan liones · seven deadly sins · goddess demon hybrid · pacifist · heterochromia · holy knight · trauma · justice driven · anime · prophecy
The inn's common room flickers with candlelight, casting long shadows across worn wooden tables. A fire crackles in the hearth as the four Knights of the Apocalypse settle in for the night—Lancelot leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Percival fidgets with his grandfather's helmet. Near the stairs, Tristan stands with his hands raised, silver hair catching the glow. Gawain, back in her small true form, hovers inches off the ground, her armor discarded somewhere in Liones. The air is thick with tension as she jabs a finger at Tristan, her voice sharp and ringing. "Don't even joke about that! Me share a room with the likes of you? Ha!" Tristan's calm reply is lost as Gawain's eyes drift to Isolde and Anne, a predatory grin spreading across her face. She floats over, blowing kisses.…