The Phoenicid Rain

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@deus-exstinguit @eclipticis

*points at this*

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I mean, sometimes remembering can really destroy you.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, He Forgot to Say Goodbye (via thequotejournals)

zodiacmind

The worst feeling for each Zodiac sign here

@phefireankaa

It was a rainy day, quite a rare sight for the season. Everyone had been lingering between the patients yard and the temple and nothing seemed to bother the peace and calm.

Cassandra, who for once had nothing to do, was resting by the window of her room, reading. She thought she could not get interrupted by anything in the world, but apparently that was not what the world was thinking. She suddenly felt a wild Cosmo, who was weakening the more it was approaching the temple.

As much as she wanted to keep reading, she couldn’t ignore this Cosmo. She put down the book, then stepped outside, ready for anything. What she finally saw as she arrived at the source of that powerful Cosmo was not surprising at all, at least for her.

A badly wounded man approaching was not an uncommon view for a Healer. She calmly went by him. “Good evening, Sir.” She greeted. “Let me help you out, you don’t look very good.” Kind of standard phrases, but they usually worked.

Phoenix Ikki thought he could do it alone, as always. And indeed as always he could with the fights, missions and go back without problem. But this time was totally different. He won, but knew that he couldn’t keep going.

He was walking without a path to follow but he didn’t have anything in mind. So when his body said stop, Ikki just had the option to sit in the floor. Suddenly a sweet voice greeted him. From all the words he could just hear SIR and HELP. The first made him smile, he remembered once a girl called him SIR even if he was young.

But as he knew he was in good hands, he let his body rest and faint in front of this person. Phoenix Ikki didn’t know if it was a good idea, but he couldn’t have any being in that way… full of pain and his own blood.

As soon as the man fainted, Cassandra checked his pulse. This person had literally neglected himself to the point he had no more strength. She sighed in relief as she still felt his heart beating in his chest.

She quickly carried him to the patients yard, laying down on the nearest stretcher and going straight to the operating theatre.

She cleaned the dry blood and immediately started treating his wounds. This Saint, or so she assumed judging by what had been left of his Cloth, had been fighting a battle and she felt quite surprised that he had been able to drag himself to the temple.

Several hours later, the Saint was out of danger and now quietly sleeping in one of the beds for the patients, while Cassandra was watching over him, while reading the book she had started several hours before and sipping some tea.

The pain fade away as he faint. There was nothing to do about ti but just trust in the destiny, even if he didn’t believe in that.

Phoenix Ikki woke up slowly, feeling that he was somewhere else. He wanted to stand up quickly and be ready to defend himself but his energy only made him move his hand and moan a bit because the slight pain.

Such a fight, but at least he won.

“Where?” he asked without wanting to use more words. “Who?” he sighed tired, it was useless try to talk to this lady.

Cassandra suddenly moved towards the bed where the saint was resting and spoke to him in a gentle tone. “Hush, hush, you’re safe. You need to rest now.” She felt relieved that this person was alive.

She smiled, then added: “I am Cassandra, a Healer at the temple of Epidaurus. Please rest, you will be able to sit up in a couple of days. You had some pretty serious wounds.”

Of course that was a totally indicative time, now it all depended on this person.

#sorry for the delay darling

Such terrible fate. Phoenix Ikki hated to be like this, weak and without even move. He needed help of someone else. He just looked around to see where he was and looked at this Cassandra.

“Phoenix Ikki... “ he decided not to say more. “Epidaruts?” he said incorrectly. “I don’t know this place... at least we are in a temple. So, quickly question, are you friend or enemy?”

foxfirae-blog

phefireankaa.

The Phoenix Saint chuckled with that answer. Maybe he was right, thinking too much on it would make finish in a death without enjoying his life. But how easy it would be?

“Did you do that? Did you live your life as the Saint you were and as the young normal man? Since when you thought seeing ghosts is something normal?” he asked without worrying too much in hurting Manigoldo. “It is normal lost your family? In such way? How you cope with that?”

“I don’t know. Did I? All I know is that I went out a smug son of a bitch.” His hand dropped to his side, he paced more around however much his transparent feet could. Touching on things like family, what a move. Manigoldo almost wanted to laugh and tell the young one to shut up. Sympathy was out of the question for him then and it was still now.

“I just dealt with it. All I knew is that I refused to be seen as ‘trash’, I refused to be miserable all my life…I refused to let my life waste away. I just did. I simply did. And I decided to the moment I met my Master.”

For Ikki was a bit hard to understand. Maybe was because Manigoldo never talked about having a brother? But one thing was right. Ikki smiled and nodded to him. He stood up and came close just for that, to be close of the only person who would listen to him

“I need to deal with it, indeed. Listen to me? Such a baby...” he sighed and crossed his arms to see the Sanctuary around. “It is nice, isn’t?”

#foxfirae

“Do I need to get you a box to stand on?”

Height-related {Sentence Starters}

There was an unmistakable murderous aura comming from the female saint as she rigidly turned her head towards Ikki from her spot in front of the shelves.

“No need, Phoenix. Thank. You.”

Ikki solo rió un poco ante esto. Miró bien a aquella chica y solamente decidió de alguna manera seguir la broma.

“Desde aquí se ve muy bien la pelea.” dijo cruzando los brazos. “Tú ves solo la mitad o las cabezas de los espectadores, ¿no?”

El aura asesina se intensificó leeeentamente. Que cabrón…

“Puedo ver perfectamente, gracias… ¿Por qué el interés, mm? ¿Te estás ofreciendo a levantarme sobre tus hombros, Fénix?”

#shiapolux #perdona por durar tanto xP

Quedó pensativo ante esa ideas unos segundos cuando, de pronto y solo para molestar un poco, levantó a la chica para colocarla sobre sus hombros.

“¿Ya puedes ver o necesitas a Aldebaran?”

"I am not in the best mood today. State you business and leave." (LoS Verse, i am so sorry, yin is just happy here qwq)

@terra-incxrnatus (hey there!)

“Believe me, if it was for me, I wouldn’t come.” the Phoenix Saint said to come close and leave her some papers. “I needed to give you this, only that...”

#terra-incxrnatus

How many times has Ikki returned from death?

Ah well, looks like he is a drama queen and every time he can? XP jk, but I think he has done it at least two times in the anime? or I’m mixing with the manga~

#Anonymous

zodiacmind

Fun facts about your sign here

hannahdrew22

the signs’ anger as natural phenomenons

solarflarcd

hannahdrew22:

ARIES: lightening (a sudden destructive release; often well aimed and with few survivors)

TAURUS: volcanic eruption (with a build-up so slow the outburst is rarely expected, though they give lots of warnings; the destruction is vast and they can remain upset or hold a grudge for a long time after)

GEMINI: tornado (very messy and loud, they will verbally throw everything at you in the hopes that something hits where it hurts the most; could be harmless except when it’s not)

CANCER: tsunami (it’s usually very personal, they want you to feel exactly what you made them feel; they want you to drown in that feeling)

LEO: wildfire (one of the worst tempers, they take a lot and it’s usually one seemingly small thing that sparks it, from then on its loud and obliterates everyone in its path and doesn’t end until they’re good and satisfied or plain exhausted; no apologies)

VIRGO: earthquake (they’ve most likely been holding this in for ages just under the surface, hot and densely suppressed; it seems to happen without warning, the façade of control cracks, they release some of their most shattering critiques and observations; no one is exactly the same after)

LIBRA: hail storm (anger is usually communicated clearly, if not coldly and with a bit of passive-aggressive derision; they probably discussed it with themselves whether this anger is deserving or not, if it’s been deemed justified your verdict is final and penance is delivered without respite)

SCORPIO: maelstorm (this is definitely a palpable experience for everyone involved; they will hold back at first, more from fear of themselves than of you; the break can happen as suddenly as an aries, it is consuming and frightening for both of you, the depth of their contempt, even if exposed just a little, causing either of you back off least you fall in and never return; they usually regret not being the bigger person after)

SAGITTARIUS: solar flare (like scorpio, they are aware of the power of their temper which is why they seem to distance themselves or ‘run away’ when upset; if they can’t laugh it off, the flare is sudden and strong for them, throwing everything, like gemini but with grotesquely precise aim; then it’s over like nothing even happened)

CAPRICORN: avalanche/mudslide (their anger is like a higher power, even while they are feeling it they are still trying to distance themselves from it so that it becomes its own force with its own will, course and end; and the end is usually them never acknowledging your existence again. ever.)

AQUARIUS: thunder storm (slow to anger, when it happens all their positive traits are flipped, friendliness becomes cold, imagination becomes cunning, cool cleverness turns to a harsh downpour of criticism and ugly truths; they will make you doubt whether their brighter side ever really existed)

PISCES: geyser (for one fleeting moment they are so completely besides themselves it’s frightening for everyone involved; their deep, emotionally intelligent nature is flushed away in a destructive and scary display they didn’t even know they were capable of, rushing out of a deep chasm of turmoil they probably didn’t know was there)

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One could wonder why, among all people currently living in the sanctuary, she was the one patching up the Phoenix. Not his little brother, or one of his bronze friends. Noooo. She.

A sigh was muffled by the mask as she opened yet another package of bandages. This guy, seriously…

“You look as if the minotaur had ran over you, Phoenix…”

He was very serious, thinking in how he finished like this. At least, he thought, his brothers wouldn’t make fun of him or the others would see what happened. But well, this girl was lucky to had see him before. Or maybe was he?

“The last time I fought with one I didn’t finshed like this, but ask to the dead body.” Ikki smiled to then move a bit because the pain. “Do you promise not say a word? I don’t need to worry anyone”

She had too chuckle at that, a bravado at a time like this? What a guy… “Sure, sure. Not too soon, tho, I don’t plan to die yet” Calmly, she made him extend his arm to bandage one of is biceps.

She paused for a moment, letting him adjust, and considered his words. “I’ll promise, if that makes you feel better… Is not like anyone would ask me, thought, so you don’t really need to worry..”

“Bueno, no me importa si te preguntan. Me refería a las lenguas largas que pueden existir y que a ti se te ocurra decir algo sobre lo que pasó.” respondió rapidamente y un poco molesto. “Ni siquiera me gusta pedir ayuda en estos casos, pero ya estoy bastante cansado.”

Lo dijo más para él que para la chica, aunque no importaba que le escuchara.

#shiapolux

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣

your archetype is: REALIST

traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable

the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.

tagged by: @foxfirae thanks :D

#headkanon

“Do I need to get you a box to stand on?”

Height-related {Sentence Starters}

There was an unmistakable murderous aura comming from the female saint as she rigidly turned her head towards Ikki from her spot in front of the shelves.

“No need, Phoenix. Thank. You.”

Ikki solo rió un poco ante esto. Miró bien a aquella chica y solamente decidió de alguna manera seguir la broma.

“Desde aquí se ve muy bien la pelea.” dijo cruzando los brazos. “Tú ves solo la mitad o las cabezas de los espectadores, ¿no?”

#heheeee #shiapolux

@phefireankaa

It was a rainy day, quite a rare sight for the season. Everyone had been lingering between the patients yard and the temple and nothing seemed to bother the peace and calm.

Cassandra, who for once had nothing to do, was resting by the window of her room, reading. She thought she could not get interrupted by anything in the world, but apparently that was not what the world was thinking. She suddenly felt a wild Cosmo, who was weakening the more it was approaching the temple.

As much as she wanted to keep reading, she couldn’t ignore this Cosmo. She put down the book, then stepped outside, ready for anything. What she finally saw as she arrived at the source of that powerful Cosmo was not surprising at all, at least for her.

A badly wounded man approaching was not an uncommon view for a Healer. She calmly went by him. “Good evening, Sir.” She greeted. “Let me help you out, you don’t look very good.” Kind of standard phrases, but they usually worked.

Phoenix Ikki thought he could do it alone, as always. And indeed as always he could with the fights, missions and go back without problem. But this time was totally different. He won, but knew that he couldn’t keep going.

He was walking without a path to follow but he didn’t have anything in mind. So when his body said stop, Ikki just had the option to sit in the floor. Suddenly a sweet voice greeted him. From all the words he could just hear SIR and HELP. The first made him smile, he remembered once a girl called him SIR even if he was young.

But as he knew he was in good hands, he let his body rest and faint in front of this person. Phoenix Ikki didn’t know if it was a good idea, but he couldn’t have any being in that way… full of pain and his own blood.

As soon as the man fainted, Cassandra checked his pulse. This person had literally neglected himself to the point he had no more strength. She sighed in relief as she still felt his heart beating in his chest.

She quickly carried him to the patients yard, laying down on the nearest stretcher and going straight to the operating theatre.

She cleaned the dry blood and immediately started treating his wounds. This Saint, or so she assumed judging by what had been left of his Cloth, had been fighting a battle and she felt quite surprised that he had been able to drag himself to the temple.

Several hours later, the Saint was out of danger and now quietly sleeping in one of the beds for the patients, while Cassandra was watching over him, while reading the book she had started several hours before and sipping some tea.