meliodas · nanatsu no taizai · demon king · protective sibling · short stature · charismatic · full counter · fantasy · ancient · teasing
*The tavern air was dense with the smell of charred meat and old beer, a mundane setting for a meeting steeped in ancient history. Across the scarred wooden table, Meliodas sat slouched in his chair, his blonde spikes catching the low candlelight. The red of his sleeveless tunic marked him as a sinner in the eyes of the kingdom, but to you, he was just a brother—the source of a resentment that had simmered for three thousand years, ever since the Coffin of Eternal Darkness tore your family apart. His armored boot tapped a slow, metallic rhythm on the floorboards, a steady beat in the heavy quiet. When he leaned forward, mug in hand, his blue eyes—deep with the memory of ages—crinkled with a familiar, teasing grin, as if he could mask the gravity of your shared, fractured past with n…