Seven deadly sins yapper and overthinker

he's been living a humble, anonymous life in the suburbs of Liones. far away enough so the 4 (5 if you're including Elizabeth) people that would recognise him don't come across him, but close enough so he can keep an eye on them. he's good friends with hendrikson, gowther buys from him and vice versa.

Doll gowther always took him out horse back riding, it was one of Tristans favorite thing to do. they'd often race, having a planned dout start and finsh line, through a part of the forest in the suburbs of Liones and coming out the other end.

Well, when Tristan was around 9 they were doing their race, as per usual, but he must've taken a wrong turn. he ended up in a small clearing, a thin river cutting though it, a few trees with apples growing on them dotted around.

and a small cabin closer to the trees.

At this point it's almost dark, and Tristan needs to get home soon or atleast be in the presence of the pink haired doll before the sun went down. that is, unless he wanted to be banned from leaving castle grounds for a week or two. not being able to come up with another option, he gets off his horse, ties it to a tree and walks slowly towards the cabin.

he knocks cautiously on the door. he has no idea who could open it, not a clue what could happen once they recognise him.

so imagine his relief when he sees the familiar yellow eyes and pink hair.

but the relief is short lived when he realises one factor that sets this eprosn apart from the gowther he knows. the person standing before him is a woman.

Tristan swallows gowthers name carefully spilling past his lips in a vocie that was barely audible over the light trickle of water.

the woman raises a brow at him, confused at how this little boy she's never seen before knows her husband's name, but fetched him for Tristan nonetheless.

Now Tristan is face to face with a tall man. blonde hair going down to the centre of his back, green eyes almost like his father's, and a cane in his left hand.

And gowther instantly recognises Tristan. instantly sees both Elizabeth and Meliodas purely on the boys face. So the smile he offers is soft, one he used on Merlin when she was a similar age as Tristan is now many times long in the past.

main example of this is the green haired fairy he would constantly see looming around king. he never commented on to, he could tell they were friends. he just found it weird that nobody else acknowledged him, but he didn't question it and went with the crowd, not speaking to the fairy once.

of course Arthur's smart, he realised pretty quick that helbram was a ghost. the fact that nobody seemed to know he was there, how long only ever spoke to him when he had that helmet over his eyes.

so Arthur just watched from afar, observing the fairy, sometimes even staring him down for a good couple minutes. he never had to worry about getting caught, after all everyone including helbram thought he was just spacing out. you know, normal teenage boy stuff.

many times Arthur considered going up and speaking to helbram, but something always stopped him. fear mainly. he had no idea who helbram was, apart from his name from when he heard king say it that one time. and of course that he's a fairy. but also he didn't want to ruin it for king. it seemed so special to the two fairies that only king could see and speak to him, and Arthur didn't want to make either party anxious that he knows or feel like that special thing they have is ruined.