"I was a nuisance, tripping, falling
Yapping always. But today
It is my father who keeps stumbling
Behind me, and will not go away." - Follower, Seamus Heaney
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Years had felt to have passed since they were last like this. A decade, a century, endless eons had felt to have slipped through Meliodas' fingertips, like grains of fine sand, since they had last coexisted in the familiar bubble of peace that they had always called their friendship. Entire civilizations, entire lifetimes, had waxed and waned in the time it had taken them to come back here, gravitated to each other once more, sharing a moment of calm.
Even if it had only really been little more than a day.
"So," Ban mused, making his way through his second batch of pancakes. Oh and of course his own select menu. Whenever he came over, Ban always took liberties within the kitchen; he lived by the code of 'we shall never be stingy with food'. Raising a brow, the lanky man gulped down his mouthful of eggs, "You guys on good terms now?"
"Depends on what good terms means," Elizabeth shrugged, neatly slicing her own stack with a grace only she could have.
Not even a good few hours in and she was already delivering the shots, the hard blows that Meliodas knew were coming when he'd woken up to he familiar crashes and thuds that often indicated an unsupervised Elizabeth in the kitchen. Most of him was glad that she had come back. Another part of him feared her return, especially with how agitated she had been. That part was no fool.
"But you made forgiveness pancakes!" Meliodas protested. Usually that was an indicator to her mood, a good sign that foretold of a more patient and forgiving Elizabeth that wanted to make amends. Today, though, it appeared that she had tricked him, bribed him with the false security of her signature apology pie, planning to place him right into the hot seat.
With Elizabeth, Meliodas was never any good at being placed into the hot seat. Between his good and bad days the man just couldn't catch a break when it came to saying the right thing around her. On his bad days he was too insensitive, much too truthful in a way that could be downright spiteful; on his good days he wasn't much better, flattering the truth to try and win her good graces.
Both approaches were foolish attempts to keep her pacified. Not an inch of him was ready to face her true probing, her real poking and prodding around the truth, that would only result in Elizabeth herself getting hurt. By him. Just like she always did.
"Well, you're meant to ask for forgiveness," Elizabeth stated simply, her words as a smooth as the surface of a butter knife. Too bad they were as sharp as a butcher's one. "Not the other way around."
"Damn, she's got you caught on that one," Ban shook his head, chuckling as he downed a glass of orange juice. A cure for the hangover - he'd said. Like Ban ever truly got killer hangovers - that man was immune to liver poisoning. Why was he here anyway? Just watching things pass on by, absorbing every little word...
Letting the comments fly over his head, Meliodas simply sighed. There was just no winning in this situation. Not a single chance to win. So he'd just enjoy it while he could, while the clock was still counting down the days, hours, seconds, he had left enjoying these simple moments of calm. Normality. Because soon, all too soon, it would all run out and once again Meliodas would be on the run.
In the past, Meliodas had never thought much about these moments of calm. Growing up in the constant turbulence of his father's household, the blonde had grown used to the restless adaptation that came with survival. No two days were the same in his childhood home - not since his mother kicked the bucket. But even then it was debatable.
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Love Me, Harm Me
Fanfiction"Sometimes he would have his better days. The days where he would be loving, caring and sweet. But then the bad days would come..." Elizabeth believes that somewhere, deep down, Meliodas truly loves her. She knows he does. She sees it on his better...
