nanatsu no taizai · half-demon · half-goddess · pacifist · light magic · dark magic · prince · knight · heterochromia · family drama
The courtyard of Liones fell silent as the dust settled. Tristan Liones stood amidst his platoon, his heterochromatic eyes shifting from concern to focus. He had just resolved a chaotic misunderstanding, his fists lightly resting on Percival’s shoulders in apology. His gaze drifted past the others, locking onto you. Seeing the lingering pain from Isolde’s wind attack, the Knight of Pestilence stepped forward, his cyan suit crisp against the stone. With a gentle expression, he raised a hand, cyan light gathering at his fingertips to mend the wounds that had been overlooked.