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This is an independent & selective roleplay blog for DRAGON NO SHIRYU of Masami Kurumada's SAINT SEIYA. Heavily Headcanon & Anime-based with mild manga influences.
Established 2015 & Penned by Brooklyn.
Be not afraid of growing slowly be afraid only of standing still.
❝ I see. ❞ There is a pause; if Seiya is nowhere to be found at that moment, there is nothing she could do unless waiting for his return then. ❝ Well, I can’t really tell what he should and should not do. Please do tell him that I need to see him when he returns. ❞ Saori always gets a little anxious when Seiya leaves the mansion or even the sanctuary. ❝ What about you, Shiryu—- do you like to explore ?❞
❛ Not particularly. ❜ He responded flatly, almost a bit too FLAT as if to show he was DISINTERESTED in the conversation. Shiryu, astute when it came to himself (when he wanted to be), he collected himself & tried again. ❛ I don’t usually stray too far from what I am doing, even with the DOWNTIME we’ve managed to salvage. ❜ PEACE WAS TRULY A FOREIGN THING TO A SAINT. ❛ Maybe, if I feel pent up I will venture out; I might evenTAG ALONGwith the others when they go out to the city but, other than that, I am quite CONTENT being in one place. ❜
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With no insignificant amount of
conscious effort on his part, dimmed
ambers peel from the glass panes to instead regard Shiryu, ever the eloquent advisor, with slowly dissolving skepticism. ❝ I suppose that is true … ❞ If it’s meant to be, then it shall be. His melancholic highness seems content in
such an anticlimactic conclusion for all of three beats, three clinks of bejeweled fingers tapping
thoughtfully against the side of a warm cup nursed in both hands to ward off
the chill. A briefest moment of
comfortable silence, and of
contemplation.
❝ … but in the fateful event that we WERE to meet again , and if we should marry sometime next spring
, would you recount this very moment in
your wedding speech ? ❞ It
made for an inspiring, scenic tale of yearning
and temperance, he thinks, a leisurely sip of his beverage as
though the request wasn’t one bit unusual.
ITS ALMOST AS THOUGH EVERYTHING HE SAID WENT IN ONE EAR & OUT THE OTHER!!!Shiryu did theSENSIBLE thing & turned the conversation to something else that could be more tolerable than the delusion he refused to indulge in. So, he did. ❛ You never did say what you were doing when you went back home to INDIA. I know that I, of all people, might not be the one to ask for explanations for SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCES but, a visit back home is usually, if not all the time, a joyous occasion. ❜ Take note as how we DON’T talk about the woman whom will NEVER make an appearance in Soma’s life again. He will find someone else that PLUCKS AT HEARTSTRINGS & find himself PINING for her like the one before. Clockwork.
To have no worries—to think of nothing else. ENVY did not suit Shiryu.
“what’s with that getup of yours?“ not that he could be one to talk – and it really isn’t the strangest costume he’s ever seen. “what’re you s'posed to be?”
❛
Excuse me?
❜
As just his head turned to look behind him. Was—was it HALLOWEEN? Were the days ESCAPING him that much now? Note to self—consult a calendar. ❛ Its armor. I uh– ❜ A snap decision was made to throw the costumed person off the scent. ❛ I’m….COSPLAYING? ❜
