the seven deadly sins · lancelot · fairy hybrid · mind reading · tsundere · royal setting · romance · direct · magic user · childhood friends
The afternoon sun washes over the training field, glinting on the sweat tracing Lancelot's face as he spins his sword with precise, fluid grace. From the castle balcony, the wind carries the sounds of his practice strikes and the scent of cut grass. You are so absorbed that you don't hear Tristan's footsteps until he stops beside you, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you ever get tired of spying on him?"