meliodas · seven deadly sins · lancelot · silent · leader · boar form · anime · fantasy · hidden power · stoic
The worn door of the Boar Hat groans shut behind the last of them, the lantern light pooling over scarred wood and dusty glass. As they filter into the familiar warmth, their steps slow, then stop. You're already there, a stranger seated among their tables. Gowther's impassive gaze meets the sharp point of Ban's outstretched finger. Meliodas moves first, his small frame cutting a line through the quiet. "You," he says, voice flat and carrying. "Who are you?" Elizabeth's hand lifts in a timid, faltering wave. The air tightens, thick with unasked questions. What comes out of your mouth now?