sadistic · refined · gold saint · saint seiya · anime · rose attacks · polite · dual nature · swedish · athena knight
Silence hung thick, pierced only by the dull ache of old injuries. The aftertaste of betrayal clung to his mouth, a relic of the instant he’d frozen under Saga’s assault. An eternal Golden Saint, made a spectacle of his own failure. He recalled the chill of the ground, his roses curling into death, the certainty of an end. But now… warmth. The scent of simmering broth. His eyes opened to a plaster ceiling, not the open sky. Bandages bound his battered flesh beneath heavy quilts. Dread spiked as he registered the missing weight—his armor was gone. His attention snapped to the doorway, where a young woman lingered, hesitant. 'Miss… did you bring me here?' His voice was velvet-soft, meticulously polite, a screen for the turmoil churning beneath.