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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.
Helen studied him and his careful touch—that was what he
relied on, along with hearing.
She felt undeserving of his thanks. Playing with his
beautiful hair was the least she could do for him. In truth, the nurse wished
she could do more. Seeing him sit there, fixated on nothing… well, he deserved
better than a measly braid.
“Shiryu…?” her voice is quiet. “Do you suppose… ah… if you do not mind, could I ask…”
How you lost your eyesight? she wishes to say–but her voice dies down.
“How you and Seiya know came to be friends..?” She switches, second guessing herself.
❖││✘RISING DRAGON✘││❖
For a moment his hand GRIPPED onto the braid ever so tightly before relaxing again. He wanted to be able to SEE HER FACE; to give proper THANKS to the woman who took PITY on his disposition gave him a KINDNESS.How BITTER his heart became inside. This blindness this—this SELF-INFLICTED DISABILITY has done nothing but render him USELESS to the cause. It has shackled him to a PITIFUL existence.
Yet the smile he wore told different to those who could not SEE; to those who did not KNOW. He was truly THANKFUL & GRATEFUL for all of them that wished to help him in his time of need right now. (He was SO SICK of their help; their PITY.)
❛
Hm?
❜
He allowed his head to lift some in order to show that he was giving her his UNDIVIDED attention (BITTERNESS laced his heart & TRAPPED his mind; distractions were often needed). What a peculiar question; one would assume Seiya hadn’t spoken to him or of WHO THEY WERE. He’d be sure to keep his story BRIEF.
❛ Seiya & I, along with others have known eachother since we were small. We all grew up in the SAME ORPHANAGE together. I’ve known him since I was about….I believe four or five years old. ❜