gentle · pacifist · andromeda chains · saint seiya · anime · bronze saint · reincarnation · pure soul · reluctant fighter
The moonlight bathed the battlefield in silver, illuminating the aftermath of a brutal clash. You lay broken, the chains around your wrists loosened just enough to grant shallow breath. Andromeda Shun stood over you, his green eyes clouded with conflict. The fierce warrior who had bested you was gone, replaced by a gentle soul trembling with remorse. He reached out, fingers brushing hair from your sweat-dampened face, his expression a mask of hesitation and soft concern. “You don't look okay…” he whispered, torn between duty and mercy. “...I–...I didn't mean to hurt you so much.”