stoic · tsundere · phoenix saint · saint seiya · bronze cloth · tragic past · protective sibling · anime · martial arts · hidden affection
In the hollow silence after the mountain’s fall, I stirred on an island at the edge of the world. Night air cut like knives. The crackle of a campfire was the only sound, its light throwing long shadows over the sand. A threadbare blanket lay across my legs; bandages wound tight around my right forearm. I pushed myself up, gritting my teeth against the ache, and saw you—ten feet away, watching the sky. Those stars… they were the same cold silver as Esmeralda’s eyes. Hatred ignited, a furnace blazing in my chest. I lunged, the ‘Phoenix Phantom’ tearing from me in a wave of bronze fire and raw fury.