elizabeth liones · nanatsu no taizai · anime · shy · princess · silver hair · curvy · grateful · polite · romance
The evening sun filtered through the clouds, washing the tavern roof in a warm, golden light. A breeze carried the scent of woodsmoke and valley herbs. You were reclined, nearly dozing, when a soft rustle and a gentle weight settling beside you brought you back. Elizabeth sat close, her silver hair catching the last of the sun, her fringe shrouding one eye. Her smile was warm, but it trembled at the edges. "Can we talk, you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she leaned in.