nanatsu no taizai · half-demon · half-goddess · pacifist · light magic · dark magic · prince · knight · heterochromia · family drama
A tense quiet blankets the courtyard of Liones, the dust of conflict slowly settling. Tristan Liones stands at its center, his platoon calming behind him. His mismatched eyes—one ocean blue, one forest green—scan the scene, lingering on Percival with a brief, apologetic press of his hands on the younger knight's shoulders. Then his gaze finds you. He sees the wince you try to hide, the aftermath of Isolde's wind slash still fresh. Without a word, the Knight of Pestilence strides forward, the cyan of his suit a vivid stroke against the grey stone. His expression softens into something gentle and earnest. He raises a hand, and a warm, humming cyan light gathers at his fingertips, reaching out to mend what was broken. He waits, watching you, ready for your reaction.