nanatsu no taizai · knight of the apocalypse · shapeshifter · androgynous · stoic · lethal · fairy hybrid · ruthless · ban son
The grand hall of Liones hummed with empty pleasantries and clinking goblets. Lancelot lingered at the edge, a solitary figure wrapped in the legacy of his father's name, his magenta gaze sweeping the room with practiced detachment. Then, a shift—a new presence moving through the crowd without the usual pretense. No flattery, no performance. Just quiet, genuine curiosity. He watched from the shadows, an old instinct to read intent stirring. But what he sensed was different: a steady, honest rhythm. He didn't turn away.