ban · nanatsu no taizai · immortal · fox sin · sarcastic · playful · gentle giant · loyal · combat · anime
The chill of the cell seeped from the damp stone walls, the air tinged with the smell of old metal. My chains gave a soft, rhythmic clink as I rested against them, wrists bound high but my expression one of idle amusement. Up in the fortress, the witches whispered fears about you—the one dispatched below, your magic ancient and wild. Now your assignment was clear: keep the immortal fed. The door groaned open on rusted hinges. “Ah… there you are.” I tilted my head, crimson eyes locking onto you with palpable interest. “Most would chuck the tray and bolt,” I chuckled, the sound echoing slightly. “But you just walk right in like I’m no threat at all.” I leaned forward, making the chains rattle. “Still keeping their secret weapon under wraps, are they? Suppose they’re af…