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[rosaceum]

Shura ~“Are you alright?! Do you need anything?”

@espadadorada

“I’m… fine,” he said quietly, turning his head. Aphrodite wiped the blood of his rosy lips now tinted with crimson red with his manicured fingertips. The beating he got wasn’t so bad, and he returned victorious in the end, making the one who had the audacity to oppose him pay for his injury, one way or the other. Well, Shura did. Yet, he was still too proud to allow anyone to see him in that state, no matter how minor the cut on his lower lip was, and even if, at the moment, the Capricorn was his only company. It wasn’t out of vanity, but letting his guard down wasn’t something usual of him. Wasn’t for Shura, his injuries could have been much worse, and that was quite hard to swallow. 

At the very least… it was someone he trusted, and that wouldn’t look down on him for a moment of lack of attention. He could at least show him a bit of gratitude, it wouldn’t hurt… right?

Aphrodite turned to look at his friend, furrowing lightly his thin eyebrows in a mild downcast expression.

“I apologize for the trouble, since you had to finish him off for me…”

[leo-minor-aya]

@espadadorada

“Poppy!” She hissed under her breath as she climbed up the stairs. Under one arm, she held a basket, under the other, the pygmy goat, absolutely unconcerned at all. 

In her down time, she had started buying and reading whatever books she could get her hands on. Philosophy to help her make sense of herself, and then cooking…just because. She had delivered just about all of the other foods, but she was reluctant to go see Shura again after the first time.

She had been staring at the basket on the kitchen table, debating if she should just eat it herself. At least until Poppy jumped onto the table through the window and started chewing on the basket.

But no, she decided she should just hand these to him and have it done with. She had decided for herself that she would go on as if nothing happened, and this had to be the first step.

There seemed to be no presence in the temple, of course. Still, she had to try.

"...Shura?"

[phefireankaa-blog]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣

your archetype is: REALIST

traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable

the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.

tagged by: @foxfirae thanks :D

And I TAG @luxautemsolis @geminisagareturns @espadadorada @shiapolux @caduceusnocassandra

[shouxryuuxha]

              ❖││✘ＲＩＳＩＮＧ ＤＲＡＧＯＮ✘││❖

                                                                                  How was he to RELAX? Not only was he LATE for an appointment the two of them had set for the day. But, he showed up looking TERRIBLE & DISHEVELED. How the young saint was able to pull himself from the floor this morning was indeed a miraculous feet. He, however, could not say the same for the ELDER who he had the competition with & ultimately BEAT--AGAIN. One would wonder if his headache was JUST AS BAD as his own.

                                                                                ❛ ...a small one. ❜ A lie. There was no such thing as a SMALL hangover. A remedy to usually HELP with such a thing was to consume just as much WATER to the ratio of ALCOHOL being ingested. Alcohol dries out the fluids within the body & expels it in different ways as well (i.e: perspiration, etc). When the water supply is out, it then pulls from SPINAL FLUID. The more SPINAL FLUID is drained, the more SEVERE the hangover.

                                                                      ❛ ....we aren't going out into the SUN anytime soon, are we? ❜ @espadadorada

[aiolia-leo]

@espadadorada

There were times when the authority would be offering Aiolia a day off; usually it’s the day after he finished his tasks and mission. He came to the Athena’s chamber in secrecy, hoping to meet the Goddess, asking her to grant him a rather special reward after the mission.

He returned to the temple almost immediately after submitting reports on his previous mission and get himself a rest and treatment. Aiolia wasn’t planning to stay in the House too long. Later, he left with a small baggage, probably travel alone to somewhere once again. 

There is a train on the countryside, he will travel via that like everyone else. Not that he couldn’t use up his cosmos to teleport himself to the other place, he just deemed it as unnecessary and rather wasteful. Besides, a bonus while riding that train, he could just stare miles of the countryside landscape and just drown in deep thoughts before reaching the destination.

He arrived at the place after few hours. He bring a small map along with him and walked quite a distance from the centre of the city. Arrived again on a rather quiet place, almost near to the wooden region. There were few isolated cemeteries as he passes by and he spotted one large grave, housed and secured with a gate.

He just stood in front of the gate and inhaled. “Be nice, ghosts.” He joked in a sombre mood. He pulled a key that Saori gave and open the gate. Inside of the house was rather dark, yet clean as if somebody often took care of the grave. As soon he saw a greek words carved on the grave stone he knew it is Aiolos. “Hi..” He started to talk and smiled- subtle chuckle escaped as he keep talking. “How much did you pay Saori to do all of this..?” He joked and bend himself low, seeing that wooden box cemented on the grave. He opened it and took the red head band. Observing it a little longer and his smile faded, growing a bitter expression and becoming very quiet.

[wielderofunreality]

@espadadorada

A smirk appeared on ther deity’s lips. My my was what what they thought it was? Definitely that was the dream of a Saint of Athena, all of them had that special... glow about them, a glow of hope that could only come from their faith in their goddess.

Slowly, Phantasos entered the dream, allowing themselves to be visible to the saint. “My my, what do we have here? It has been quite a while since a Capricorn Saint called my attention.” The Portrayer said.

[aurea-venus]

In dubio pro reo [CLOSED]

Aphrodite passed in front of the Aquarius temple. A soft, cold breeze caressed his bones in silence. Stubbornly, he was not wearing his armor. Still couldn't give in to the idea that they were at war. Giving in was too scary for a nine year old. His hair had almost completely turned light blue. Their tips were whiter than they were blonde. To him, that meant something had changed, which made sense, because Saga was now the Pope and called him into the Thirteenth House and told him a lot of new rules and made him swear.

He had to see Shura. Shura the silent companion. Shura who's hands were dirty now. Aphrodite could feel him and Aiolos fighting from afar, connecting to their Cosmo. It was a new power he was developing, something his Master had promised him: telepathy. Still, he could not enter without force in minds that otherwise stayed close: that would probably be Shura's case. So he only felt the tiredness, the pain, the guilt. In part, he would try to take some from Shura, for himself. It was Shura's fault as much as all the other Saint's fault.

The Tenth House was empty with nature. The Cosmo surrounding the place was heavy and hot. Aphrodite felt the temperature raise fast and felt vaguely sick to the stomach as he approached. He knew each of them had an apartment to live in, beside the temple, but didn't know where to find Shura. So he moved his hand and turned his own Cosmo on, to be heard.

From the cracks at the feet of the temple, flowers bloomed. Anemone’s. Aphrodite was as pale as Death, coming as a judgement on Shura's head, sharp and thin as a guillotine; but his intentions were as pure as his colorful, vegetal creations. He then tried to softly call him mentally: whispered his name without vibrating a single vocal chord. "Shura, are you there?"

@espadadorada

[rosaceum]

“...”

[leo-minor-aya]

5 cute things Aya does!

Exactly what it says on the tin! Do not reblog. Repost and tell your followers five cute facts about your muse then tag five people to see what cute things their muses do!

[[…oh my god i think i’m having difficulty trying to pinpoint something that would be called cute.]]

AFFECTION. Aya really craves physical affection and cuddling especially. It’s the one thing she’s not too proud to beg for and she’s embarrassed by it.

 If she’s standing behind her significant other and hugging them and refusing to give an actual answer besides mmmm/eh/nnn she probably just wants to cuddle. She doesn’t like to admit it.

When sleeping near someone she trusts/likes, she’ll tend to gravitate towards their heat. 

Playing with her hair. Aya’s haircut is asymmetrical. So if she’s especially bashful, she might resort to twirling her hair.

Gets really bashful and unusually shy when talking to someone she likes a lot. 

Tagged by: @goldsaintleoregulus

Tagging: no need to do these if you don’t want to...or if you’ve done so already.

  @dramatical-tsundere (any of your 4 muses because they all keep popping up whenever i type @ --fight me), @thegracefulflower @espadadorada @caduceusnocassandra

[skyscorch]

closed

✖ continued

It wasn't as if the attack was unexpected, but it was surprisingly easy, surprisingly careless.  He sidestepped the Saint enough so that the punch only grazed the size of his face, Aiacos casually grabbed him around his waist.  "Temper, temper," he chided, "Are all of Athena's Saints so discourteous."  It was probably time to let go, if he didn't want to take more unnecessary risks. 

Aiacos pushed him back, without excess force, just hard enough to throw the Saint back a couple of paces before he could try to hit him again.  He touched the side of his face, where the Capricorn Saint had struck him, lightly.  Well, that was going to bruise.

"I didn't even come for a fight."

@espadadorada

[aiolia-leo]

Punished

@espadadorada

The authority have decided that Aiolia’s actions few weeks ago leads to casualities in Capricorn’s temple. Luck wasn’t on his side this time. The Pope favors Shura no matter what. As a matter of fact, the attempt to defend himself has led the authority to have more reason to put him in some sort of punishment.

They have assigned Shura to delegate the task to monitor his behavior, his actions and attitude just to make sure Aiolia knows his place. No, they weren’t able to negotiate the peace between Shura and Aiolia. The lion is too stubborn to drop his pride anyway. So they came up with something that even more humiliating by making Shura acting as his guardian.

“We will put an end to this trial.”

Aiolia rolled his eyes when the authority dismissed them and swiftly walked out of the court room without any escort or anyone beside him. They were being cautious and undestand what they shall receive by holding him down.

He came back to his own temple as usual. Quickly get to the shower, putting on new clothes and sighed heavily when he looked at himself in the mirror. He still looked pissed off as ever, as if he would gnaw anybody that he came across soon. But the nice thing is that he is going to the bed uninterrupted. He was set into a curfew by midnight that he should be in the room unless in matter of urgencies.

[demon-blood-youths]

@espadadorada encounters the Persuading Jackal

“Oh no..” A young black-skinned man in casual wear tiling his hat up to watch a fight going to break out between two angry men over things that shouldn’t fight over. Like cutting in line to get their food paid in the supermarket. He got no mind for violence but he can’t help but step in to prevent the violence. 

“Hey guys. You need to relax. No need to fight.Everyone is going get their meal,y’all” Lyulis “Jaron” Jackal smiled at the two angry men as he pats their backs. 

“What the hell you said?”

“Who do you think you are?!”

Guess, he has no choice. He reopens his one eye as it gives a glowing wisp of orange that goes unnoticed to the crowd.

 “I said. That you two need to relax. No need to fight.” Jaron said using his trademark ability, The Sliver Tongue. The two man became perplexed then later dazed as they listen to his words. “Now how about you guys just paid peacefully right now? Right?” He told them which the men nodding at his words on command. The crowd applaud the young man’s pacifist efforts however....

[reginalucem-archive]

@espadadorada (x)

“My apologies, sir- couldn’t help but overhear the conversation, is all.” 

Brows quirked beneath silver mask, lips smiling nervously- this one was in a rather irritated mood, best to be careful, maybe.

“Silver Saint Zelda of the Apus constellation, sir- I don’t believe we’ve spoken much before, if at all.”

[rosaceum]

@espadadorada

Aphrodite wasn’t really the affectionate type. He had his moments, yes, but they did not happen often, and when they did, they were towards a very secluded amount of people.

Said moments could happen for different reasons, be it due to a good mood, a pleasant day or a glass or two of wine. When he felt far too alone for his liking too, he could have these moments of weakness that required someone by his side who he could lean on; both literally and figuratively.

And there were also a few times... he simply was in the mood  to tease others, and that one in particular happened pretty often.

“Shura,” he said in low, charming tone, clinging on his friend’s arm whilst his gaze was focused on the other’s face.

He wasn’t even drunk, this time. Remotely, perhaps, but still not completely inebriated. Aphrodite leaned his head closer to Shura’s cheek, making a face, as if imitating him.

“Why always so apathetic, Shura?” He asked with a brief and feigned pucker of his lips, but was quick to give him a sly smile right after. “What could make you loosen up, I wonder...”

[aktinxvoliia]

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                                                                                           ❛ You don't know what your POWER has done to me; I want to know if I'll H E A L inside...I can't go on with a holocaust about to happen, seeing you laughing another time! You'll never know why YOUR FACE has haunted me; My very soul has to bleed this time!! Another hole in the wall of my INNER DEFENSES; Leaving me breathless--!! ❜ @espadadorada liked for a lyric starter!