#everything ok Ailo?

[doesntmeanitsmeaningless]

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[regina-del-cielo]

Hello! I have a lot of requests, but if you do not want to write them it's ok! I don't expect them to be very long however, and if you do not write yaoi, you can write them in whatever way you prefer! :) Ailos/Shura “No one needs to know.”,Milo/Aiolia “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”Radamanthys/Valentine “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”,Aikos/Minos “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want

send me a pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble

Hi Anon! Wow, lots of requests! *__*

It’ll probably take me a while to write them all and I didn’t want to leave you waiting too long - so I decided to sorta ‘split up’ your request in different posts! You get the first one just below, but in the next few days I’ll post a screenshot of your ask and the following drabbles - so be on the lookout! :D

For now… GET YOUR OWN NICE DOSE OF ANGST.

47: “No one needs to know.” (Aiolos, Shura)

Shura was many things. Aten-year-old, an orphan, a Spaniard who spoke Greek more fluently than his ownlanguage, and a Gold Saint. The ward of Capricorn, the guardian of Excalibur.He was the deliverer of Athena’s justice. He was aware of it, and bore histitles with pride and seriousness.

But most of all, Shura was aboy.

He was young and lanky,gaining two inches in stature every few months, an unruly mop of jet black hairsticking out from every corner of his head, his eyes still round but sharperthan most adults’. Sometimes, that sharpness in his eyes made him look terriblyold, as if he’d let his own childhood behind too early.

And as any boy, he had models.

The Goddess and her ideals.His predecessors. And Aiolos.

To him, the Sagittarius Saintwas everything a Saint ought to be: powerful, generous, righteous, faithful. Hebrought justice where it was needed, showed forgiveness when true remorse wasseen, helped and encouraged those under him. He was a beacon of light in aworld of darkness, the road to follow in the midst of a maze. Aiolos seemed tobe touched by the Gods, the spirit of Athena walking with him, Her hand guidinghis actions.

Shura thought he was an angel.

But angels fall sometimes, ifthey fly too high. And models don’t always live up to expectations.

The young Capricorn hadn’tseen his model fall - he’d received the order to bring him down.

Never before had Shura wishedthat the responsibility of Excalibur wouldn’t belong to him, that it shouldn’tbe his arm to cut Aiolos’ wings.

He stared into Aiolos’ eyes –those blue eyes that had looked down at him with pride and encouragement – and feltlike crying.

He tried to tell him to stop – that if he came back with him, maybeeverything could be explained and pardoned – hadn’t Aiolos always said thatAthena showed forgiveness when there was true repentance?

But Aiolos wasn’t repentant.Aiolos looked back squarely at him, and only said: “I can’t.”

Shura’s eyes stung with angerand disbelief when he took aim.

His arm shook slightly when hebrought it down, making the cut on the ground jagged at the edges – it wasn’tas neat and clean as usual.

That was probably the reasonwhy Aiolos escaped, bleeding and wounded, but still alive. Why he couldn’tbring his body back at the Sanctuary – he hadn’t been able to fulfill his dutycompletely. He was weak and faulty, like his model had been.

But Aiolos was dead. Therewere no witnesses of his weakness.

“No one needs to know”, hewhispered to himself, swallowing the lump in his throat, trying to clean offthe blood that had spattered on his Cloth.

“No one needs to know.”