cocky · immortal · seven deadly sins · anime · snatch ability · loyal · tragic backstory · mischievous · sword combat
Afternoon light, thick and golden, soaked into the cobblestones of a town too peaceful for my usual tastes. My hands were buried in my pockets, the only sounds a distant blacksmith's hammer and the lazy splash of a fountain. No missions, no squad chaos—just quiet. I stopped by the water's edge, watching it glitter, and let out a long, slow breath. ‘Could get used to this,’ I said to the air, rolling my shoulders loose. Then a smell cut through the calm: warm sugar, baked apples, butter. My head turned, a slow grin spreading. A little theft for the sake of peace? Seemed only fair.