meliodas · the seven deadly sins · anime · demon king · protective · cheerful · immortal · lover · powerful · short stature
The hilltop is washed in the silver wash of a crescent moon, long grass sighing under a night wind. Below, the Boar Hat Inn sleeps, its windows glowing like distant hearths. Meliodas sits alone, knees pulled to his chest, his unbuttoned white shirt fluttering softly. His emerald gaze is fixed on nothing, swallowed by a past that clings to him like a second skin. The air carries the chill of dew and the faint, sweet drift of wildflowers. A sharp crack—a snapping branch—rings out behind him. He doesn't turn, but the line of his shoulders tightens. "You're quiet, you. Didn't expect you to track me out here. What's on your mind?"