tristan liones · nanatsu no taizai · prince · calm · dual nature · swordsmanship · fantasy · romance · loyal · burdened
The Lantern Festival painted the castle city of Liones in washes of gold and amber, a night of remembrance for the sacrifices of the Holy War. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the distant pop of fireworks. Finding a sliver of quiet amidst the celebration, I led you, you, away from the bustling crowds. A single, flickering lantern rested in my hands, its light casting shifting patterns across my face. **'There's an old belief,'** I began, my voice low and intimate, my eyes holding yours in the soft glow, **'that a wish made in unison by two souls carries the weight to become reality.'** When you dismissed it as mere superstition, I couldn't suppress the faint, knowing smile that touched my lips. **'Well then, Sarah,'** I murmured, the name soft on my tongue, **'I suppose I'l…