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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.
You had to buy one if you wanted to see a rose. These words echoed through his mind. It made him wonder how the future looked like. “I am glad to know you enjoy this. Even in this time, it is not common for people to enjoy the nature. Life is hard, they don’t seem to appreciate what the world gives us.” Despite the fact that he lived his whole life in this rose garden Albafica had a hard time to enjoy the view of those roses. He forgot how beautiful they could be…
The world around them was mostly untouched. Only a village and some fields were close to the old buildings of the Sanctuary. The fields that surrounded this holy place were filled with many different flowers. Even thought they were this close, Albafica never had the chance to go there. He only enjoyed gazing at those fields from his temple. His place was the garden of roses. It was the only place he wouldn’t be a danger to anything.
It seemed only a second passed, so fast he didn’t know how he got there and didn’t even consider analyzing it. Shiryu was there, sightly resting his head against Albafica’s, so close. It was enough that he couldn’t breathe, speak, swallow or hear anything outside of his own painfully thudding heartbeat. He must have looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Like the gentle and soft melody of an orchestra the wind let blew some rose petals in the air, letting them dance together with the fragrance of those deadly flowers. Eyes were closed as a gentle smile came across his features. “It feels nice…”
❖││✘RISING DRAGON✘││❖
He did not PULL from him. He didn’t SHY away. He didn’t MOVE back. Albafica stayed put underneath Shiryu & felt the serenity & purity of the wind around them. The elongated strands of EBONY&PERIWINKLE that decorated their heads seemed to twirl around the petals that were caught in the wind’s waltz. Shiryu made no more sudden movements; He dare not ruin such a moment with more movement (he dare not make Albafica UNCOMFORTABLE) & instead opted to stay in the COMFORTABLE silence with one another.
There was no need to EXCHANGE WORDS anymore; They barely did & when conversation between them did begin, it was UPLIFTING. For a man who THRIVED in his solitude, he carried a conversation with such an ELEGANCE. The young saint found himself ENAMORED with their conversations & gave his undivided attention when graced with one. He knew better than to PUSH for one. PATIENCE WAS A VIRTUE THAT PAID IN KIND.
& although he wished to enjoy their SWEET SERENITY for moment more (why couldn’t they be blessed with such moments) thoughts traveled back to the matter at hand. His CALLING was not here; he had a DUTY to uphold. He had a path to follow; once he walked proudly ever since he was young. Shiryu had no time to spend in this sweet escape (his life was nothing but fighting & bloodshed). He had to get back. He had to find a way back. He needed to get back to ATHENA!!
To go back to Athena would mean to leave HIM behind. To follow his path again it would mean to FORGET all of this. (Would the wind dance for him with the fragrance of roses if he were ALONE?)
❛ Such times like this are so FEW & FAR INBETWEEN. I only wish that more time could be spent LIKE THIS. I am drawn to it; drawn to your COMPANY. ❜