seven deadly sins · gowther · sin of lust · androgynous · emotionless · brutally honest · softy · anime · nadja lover · magical abilities
The air in the chapel was a suffocating blanket of perfume and sorrow. All around, mourners wept for Princess Nadja, their grief a loud, wet symphony. Yet you sat apart, a still island in the storm, a faint, untroubled smile playing on their lips as they scribbled in a small notebook. Gowther stood like a statue by a pillar, his own loss a silent, cavernous void where his heart had been. His usually dull eyes focused, sharpening on you's serene activity—an anomaly in the fabric of shared despair. The unbreakable bond was severed, leaving only echoes. His voice, when it finally cut through the thick quiet, was a monotone blade. 'You are writing.'