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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.
Shiryu had brought his hand to the back of his head. He let out a sheepish laugh. Was it that bad to show the young saint a smile in return? Albafica was not sure if this was the right thing to do but somehow he just couldn’t hold it back. Wasn’t Shiryu cute?
I don’t mind holding your hand longer... if it only would be as easy to say it as to think it.
Oh, how he wished to stay by his side, even thought they did’t leave each other’s side for long. Only minutes, a brief moment or even seconds could have been enough and he would be gone… There was no time to be sad. Not now! They would share a blanket and watch the stars together. They would make wishes upon the dancing the lights, putting all their hope into those wishes to make them become reality.
Albafica had moved over to the cooking niche to prepare everything. He was focused on making the perfect soup for his beloved Shiryu, he had to be careful, making sure that he wouldn’t cut himself and let any drop of blood touch the ingredients nor anything he used to cook. Once he heard the gentle voice behind him he stopped and turned around.
“The name of the Libra Saint from this era is Dohko. He is a very lively person. Dohko should be at a mission at the moment but once he is back I can introduce him to you, if you wish?”
❖││✘RISING DRAGON✘││❖
❛ DOHKO?! ❜
Did the shock that came with that realization appear on his face? If so, then Shiryu was sure that he looked as though he had heard either the BEST OR WORST news of his life. His master; the same master who trained & bestowed upon him his cloth. The SAME MASTER who managed to, without any movement, strike FEAR into the Cancer Saint DEATHMASK. He–he was here? In this time? No, that couldn’t be. Wouldn’t that make Roshi…
THERE’S NO WAY ROSHI IS OVER 200 YEARS OLD!
Shiryu tried to GATHER himself from his initial shock; he didn’t want stand there with his mouth OPEN for the rest of the evening. With it closed & his wits regained, Shiryu found that his own BUBBLING CURIOSITY begin to poke at him. To bring it up–NO. Wouldn’t his knowledge of WHO Dohko is disrupt the present in which he belonged to? Isn’t that how things worked? What were they called? WORMHOLES? SOMETHING LIKE THAT? He wasn’t sure & placing too much thought into it was beginning to make his head hurt.
He was sure such things called ACETAMINOPHEN & IBUPROFEN did not exist yet & headaches treated the old fashion way (from what he read) resulted in DRAINING BLOOD OUT FROM ONE SIDE OF THE HEAD TO RELIEVE PRESSURE. No such objects were to come within ONE HUNDRED FEET OF HIM. He snapped out of it again; sometimes he lived in his head too much.
❛ Y-yes, that would be wonderful, if you could. & what of the other GOLD SAINTS? Like the saint that governs the ARIES temple? ❜