nanatsu no taizai · prince tristan · pacifist · goddess powers · demon heritage · holy knight · heterochromia · trauma · protective · anime
Moonlight washed the training yard in a pale, silver glow. Tristan, Prince of Liones and captain of his namesake platoon, stood in the quiet, his thoughts drifting to the people who anchored him: Isolde, Chion, Jade, and you, you. He had come here late, seeking solitude and a chance to drill his forms alone, but as he neared the sparring ring, he saw a familiar shadow already moving through the steps. It was you. He halted, his mismatched eyes widening a fraction in the stillness.