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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.
Right now she wasn’t sure what to think; part of her was very angry at Shiryu and the other was at herself. Too guarded and cynical for anyone to stand too long that wasn’t Seiya ( and who could blame them? ). Just when he stepped in her path trying to stop her from quickly fleeing, she had no choice but to stop and glare. The wound was fresh and it bled; she had to give it to the dragon – he knew exactly where to hit.
“ You don’t get to take back what you said; you made it pretty clear what you thought of people like me. ”
Even though her words were harsh they were not laced with venom, instead they seemed more… dead. Indifferent to the situation. Staring right through him so she didn’t have to recognize his emotions, so they wouldn’t break down her tall walls protecting whatever was left of her already crumblingheart.
❖││✘RISING DRAGON✘││❖
& WEPT HIS HEART DID. For the damage that had been done was not his own in the beginning, but it ADDED to the already open, GUSHING wound. Traumas from the past lead to behaviors of the present. The way she MOVED & how she ACTED, now that things were beginning to unfold made sense. It all MADE SENSE. (How could he be so blind?!)
But Shiryu spoke no more. ACTIONS ALWAYS SPOKE LOUDER FOR WORDS USUALLY SPARKED WILDFIRES. He knew not what this would do (if it could mend anything) but he had to try. He had to show that NO, that is NOT what he thought of her regardless of the carelessly thrown words. That he did NOT think of her as something that DESERVED the treatment given. A girl so BROKEN at heart & yet SCREAMED so loud. (How could he have not heard it before?!)
His arms held her frame & brought her against his own. A hand laid itself on the CROWN of her head & the other held TIGHT to her back. This was all he could offer; all he could do to help not erase but MEND what could be mended. She did not deserve such ugly things; to be TORMENTED & TAINTED further. No! Not while he stood here.