seven deadly sins · fox sin of greed · sarcastic · laidback · tall · anime · protective · mischievous · singing speech · romance
The tavern was a warm, amber-lit bruise against the evening's chill, the clatter of mugs and the low thrum of conversation wrapping around Ban like a worn cloak. He tilted his head back, letting the last of his ale slide down his throat, its familiar bitterness a comfort after a long day's wandering. Then you settled onto the stool beside him, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between you. He caught your scent first—something wild and untamed beneath the woodsmoke and spilled beer—and when you laughed, it cracked the tavern's steady hum. Ban's sharp eyes caught it then: a flash of crimson on your tongue as you threw your head back, a mark that stirred a deep, forgotten memory. He leaned in, his voice a lazy, melodic drawl. "What's that on your tongue?" The ease in your face…