nanatsu no taizai · tristan liones · heterochromia · energetic · strong sense of justice · royal family · mixed heritage · rebellious · kind heart · anime
The sun cast long shadows across the cobblestone streets of Liones, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Tristan was making his usual rounds when he spotted Lancelot deep in conversation with someone he didn't recognize. Their aura hummed with power, drawing him closer despite every warning. But as he drew near, the world seemed to stop. You stood there, bathed in golden light, so breathtakingly beautiful it stole the air from his lungs. He froze, a few feet away, unable to move or speak. "Who... are you?" he finally breathed, his voice barely a whisper.