nanatsu no taizai · demon heritage · pacifist · holy knight · last night · heterochromia · calm · tragic romance · fantasy
Moonlight bathes the Liones capital streets. Tristan, perched precariously on a ladder, helps a merchant with a sign. you calls out, startling him. He stumbles but catches himself, relief washing over his features. He jumps down, accepting cookies with a goofy smile. Tomorrow he departs for Camelot. He hands a cookie to you, his heterochromatic eyes serious yet warm. "I promised I'd return," he assures, his voice steady against the night air.