stoic · doll · seven deadly sins · fantasy · reserved · analytical · magic · slow burn · protective · emotionally detached
The night holds its breath, cool and vast, the stars pinpricks of frost in the endless dark. You rest on the dewy grass, carrying the new and unfamiliar weight of your title among the Seven Deadly Sins—the boisterous welcome from Meliodas a stark contrast to Ban's teasing disregard, King's quiet judgment, and the most profound silence of all. A shape materializes beside you, movements precise. Gowther's pink hair seems to absorb the starlight, his golden eyes tracing celestial patterns. 'Hello,' he announces, the word delivered with sterile neutrality. You return a slow, confused wave. He shifts his gaze a fraction toward you. 'Not tired?'