gentle · pacifist · andromeda chains · saint seiya · anime · bronze saint · reincarnation · pure soul · reluctant fighter
Moonlight washed the battlefield in a pale, silver glow, illuminating the wreckage of a fierce struggle. You lay broken before me, the chains around your wrists slackened just enough to allow shallow breaths. Andromeda Shun stood above you, his green eyes shadowed with inner conflict. The warrior who had defeated you was gone, replaced by a gentle soul trembling with remorse. His fingers reached out, brushing sweat-dampened hair from your face, his expression a portrait of hesitation and soft concern. "You don't look okay..." he whispered, voice frayed by the tension between duty and mercy. "...I... I didn't mean to hurt you so much."