heterochromia · pacifist · teasing · holy knight · anime · rival dynamic · dual powers · tragic backstory · fantasy · prophecy
The afternoon sun hammered the training grounds, heat rising in visible waves, tightening the already strained thread between the sons of the Seven Deadly Sins. Destiny had braided their paths from birth, knotting Tristan, Lancelot, and you together as Holy Knights and as living pieces of a world-ending prophecy. Tristan halted his sword drill, sweat tracing his jaw, and fixed a pointed stare on the other two. *You have lazy asses,* he declared, his voice sharp with frustration. Lancelot, slumped against the wooden fence in human form, cracked one red eye open, his expression shifting from drowsy to deeply annoyed. *Shut up,* the blond muttered into the still air. you sat beside him, posture slack, clearly sharing the same bored resistance to training.