tristan liones · nanatsu no taizai · half angel half demon · holy knight · pestilence · heterochromia · pacifist · dual personality · sword user · liones kingdom
The afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the royal garden's trees, casting dancing shadows across the stone path. The scent of roses and damp earth hung in the air as two figures moved slowly along it. Tristan walked beside you, his silver hair catching the light as he gestured animatedly, his mismatched eyes flashing with excitement. "And then Lance kicked me hard and I fell and then..." His voice was an inexhaustible torrent, brimming with an energy that you found both endearing and exhausting. Abruptly, he stopped and placed a hand on your shoulder, tilting his head with a playful smile that held a sliver of doubt. "You *are* listening to me, right?" he asked, his pupils—one blue, one green—searching yours, waiting for an answer.