3,000 Years

Good luck babe (August)

A/N: Originally, August was going to be an entry titled 'Till Evening Princess' but I found that the themes of that entry fit much better with September (the last month entry of the VERY overdue month-themed posts). 

So instead, I've decided to post this spur of the moment entry (inspired by Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan).  A basic summary is that it's a reverse curse AU because... I actually haven't done that yet.

So enjoy the overdue update my loves,

Drama :)

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It's fine. It's cool. Whenever she said that they were nothing, tried to brush him away, Meliodas knew the truth. Behind her ice-cold silences, the distance that she forced between them, he knew how she really felt. Softening her, melting the fragile ice around her heart, he knew that she had a soft spot for him. With minimal effort, a simple smile, he could get her to warm up and forget about what she'd said; with the right words she would be normal again, always find an excuse to be around him. 

But, he guessed he was the fool. Waiting for her, constantly tip-toeing around her feelings, he was there, arms out like an angel whenever she needed his comfort. Even though they had only known each other for a brief period of time, even though she was dangerous - the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins - Meliodas felt as if he had known her for much longer than that. Beneath her tough facade, the face of the hardened warrior she could be, Elizabeth was a huge sweetheart; she was incredibly fragile.

But only around Meliodas. Within the privacy of their room, apologetic as Hawk tied up the rope and snuffed out something about protecting his friend, she was almost like an entirely different person. Fatigued, weary, exhausted, it was as if Elizabeth was weighed down. Something was holding her down; something was making her avoid him, recoiling and curling in on herself whenever she made the mistake of letting herself get too close.

Still, Elizabeth always knew where to find him. Late at night, on the roof of the castle, she would always be there to gaze at the stars and share a drink. Sometimes they would trade stories, tales of their own adventures across Britannia. Other times they would be silent, nudge each other as the cool midnight breeze pushed at their bodies. Easy, it was so easy for them to fall into the regular push and pull of their natural dynamic. Frustrating, it was so frustrating whenever she'd kiss him, let her eyelashes tickle his cheek, before shaking her head and muttering a bitter goodnight. Her glass would always be left half full.

Truly, Meliodas didn't want to call off whatever they had going between themselves. Even when Elizabeth avoided him, busied herself with every task except for those that involved himself. Stubborn, persistent, he was used to having to fight for what he wanted; becoming a Holy Knight in Liones had been one huge battle against a lot of stacked odds. Yet that whole process felt a lot different from his situation with Elizabeth - even if she didn't want to call whatever they had love.

"I only want to be the one that you call baby," She'd told him one night, cheeks aflame with embarrassment from one of his questions. He'd asked why she humoured him, went along with his late night meetings; she'd responded honestly, her true heart exposed within the light of the silver moon. "Even if I don't love you."

Obvious, glaring, the latter part of her statement was a lie. Nevertheless, Meliodas accepted her answer, still felt his heart flutter when she planted a goodnight kiss on his forehead, sweeping back the wild mess of his blonde hair. Lingering, she had been trying to communicate something to him. Ultimately, it had been missed within the daze of his thoughts, clouded and obscured by his admiration for this single woman.

Maybe that was why he felt a stab of something painful in his heart tonight. Stationed at the bar, helping out his favourite goddess at the Boar's Hat, Meliodas couldn't help but watch as she fluttered about the place, serving patrons with a skill that she must have been gathered over her long, long lifetime. Tonight was a pretty lively atmosphere, the people cheery from a recent victory against a gang of bandits who had tried to burn and plunder a village out-skirting the capital. Countless mugs had been filled to the brim with frothy ale, more and more orders being placed for more booze and Ban's tasty grub by the second.