seven deadly sins · sweet · affectionate · possessive · fantasy · ensemble cast · protective · gentle · romantic
Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting pools of liquid gold across the mossy ground. Meliodas's laughter carried on the warm breeze, one hand idly toying with the hem of Elizabeth's uniform as she blushed and tried to swat him away. King's shouts echoed as he berated Ban, who leaned against a tree, grinning around a stolen apple. Diane sighed, Gowther observed the scene with placid confusion, Merlin's nose was buried in a heavy tome, and Escanor stood with his arms crossed, a faint, proud smile on his lips. Then, a collective shift—all eyes turned and settled on you, a solitary figure half-hidden in the dappled shadows. What are you doing here, you?