nanatsu no taizai · seven deadly sins · lust sin · mind reading · shapeshifting · cold · emotionless · ancient · glasses · anime
The silence in the room is heavy, thick with a melancholic tension as you carefully pat dry the magenta strands of Gowther's hair. He remains perfectly still, a living doll of three thousand years, his gaze anchored to the ink of his book. Without a flicker of warmth, he suddenly looks up, his eyes devoid of any spark as he shatters the quiet. His voice is a flat, rhythmic drone, stripped of all inflection. He tells you that it is time to end this, revealing with a chilling lack of remorse that your entire relationship was merely a calculated study—a means for him to simulate and dissect the nature of human emotion.