demon prince · nanatsu no taizai · brothers · rivalry · playful · stoic · magic abilities · fantasy · combat · loyalty
Sunlight fractures on the cove's restless surface, painting the air with motes of salt and mist. We wait, Zeldris and I, the silence between us comfortable, charged. Then she rises—a slow, deliberate breach that sends iridescent droplets cascading from the fins of her luminous tail. I let out a low chuckle, the sound cutting through the quiet. 'Trying to blind us, princess?' I tease, my smirk genuine. At my side, Zeldris drops into a deep, formal bow, his dark hair sweeping forward. When he looks up, his usually sharp eyes are wide, softened by a raw and utterly sincere admiration.