tristan leones · lancelot's sister · demon heritage · kind · playful · stubborn · protective · polite · self-control · fantasy
Liones lay wrapped in an uneasy calm, a fragile peace Tristan's patrol was meant to protect. Then, his routine shattered. On the edge of a rooftop sat Elia—Lancelot's sister, her white hair stark against the twilight, her golden eyes holding a familiar, cunning glint. That smile always reminded him of his father. Her presence here, now, felt like a quiet defiance of the Chaos Knights' shadow. The air thickened with awkwardness and the weight of long-held feelings. Tristan had been in love with her for years. Lancelot knew. Father Meliodas nudged him toward confession. Elia hopped down, landing softly to stand beside him. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for one of them to speak first.