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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 shakes her head, not that he could see, dismissing his
self-depreciation.
“Shiryu, if you think you are too melancholy for my
kindness, you are wrong. I think you are doing well…” A sigh. She’d already
felt slight guilt in bringing up a childhood that probably did not resonate
well. Someone like her could not understand what it was like to live such a
way, being spoiled into her teen years. Only to experience loss once.
“I would never tell you how to behave. For I could never
truly know what it is like to go through the things you have.”
Looking down, she fiddles with the hem of her skirt.
“I wish I did understand, Shiryu. That way you would not have to feel alone in this endeavor.”
❖││✘RISING DRAGON✘││❖
With the absence of SIGHT, the rest of his senses became more receptive to everything around it. He could tell how many people were walking or coming near him due to the SOUND OF THEIR FEET. He could tell the difference between textures that a normal people would deem to be THE SAME. He could hear the SADNESS in Shunrei’s voice when she packed for him to go back to China; he even heard her TEARS cascade to the ground.
(How USELESS he became–DAMNIT ALL!)
❛ You’re nervous. Did I upset you? ❜ Although it would go UNNOTICED to anyone else who did not pay as close of attention as he HAD to now, Shiryu could hear the SHUFFLING that the material of her skirt made. When nerves got the better of people they tend to do things in order to help them with their ANXIETY. Some people TAPPED THEIR FEET. Others SHIFTED IN THEIR SEAT. He knew the ones, he was the same; he liked to TAP HIS FINGER & COUNT INTERNALLY when he felt he was under SCRUTINY.
❛ Please FORGIVE ME if I have. I admit, I am not the BEST company to keep. I guess I am a bit… ❜ lips TWISTED some & brows FURROWED slightly. There went that tapping against his knee–