In my own way

“…”

“Work it, Krest.”

Sincerely distracted by the view, Zaphiri didn’t put his foot down properly- Actually, he missed the step as a whole, and the Scorpio slipped forward, tumlbing down the last flicght of stairs, swears flying out at every hit he took- That day wasn’t getting any better.

At Zaphiri’s following words – or what he had been able to understand –, Krest arched lightly one of his brows. “I’m listening.” He remained where he was, not lifitng a finger. It was granted he didn’t trust Zaphiri at all to begin with, let alone after freezing his mouth up. 

“...’UCK ‘OU.” It didn’t sound as angry as he wanted, but it probably conveyed his feelings pretty well. “Ah! ‘our ‘tupid ICE.” With that he turned around, now clearly as offended as before (mostly to himself, really) as he stomped away, hoping that there was still some coffee or tea back into his temple.

Sincerely distracted by the view, Zaphiri didn’t put his foot down properly- Actually, he missed the step as a whole, and the Scorpio slipped forward, tumlbing down the last flicght of stairs, swears flying out at every hit he took- That day wasn’t getting any better.

He held a smug smirk, and folded his arms before his chest once more, taking a step back to admire his work of art. Zaphiri’s lips were fairly frozen, and so was his tongue. Krest made sure to freeze it up as well, just to make his life a bit more difficult. “Whatever you intended to tell the Patriarch will have to wait now, I believe. I wonder how it feels now that your tongue is not that loosen anymore… Probably quite refreshing, no, Zaphiri?”

Zaphiri’s glare screamed bloody murder and so did his balled fists as he stared at the Aquarius- What an incredible piece of- NRGH. “Don’ ‘en ‘art ‘ith ‘uns!” Bad puns were the last thing he needed, especially because he was rather ashamed (but not so much) to realize that despite the fact that he had obviously been fooled like an idiot, that kiss aroused him just a little. Athena damnit. “I ‘eed ‘o ‘ell ‘uo ‘omething.” He beckoned the other Saint with his hand a little, looking considerably calmer, which was...Surprising.

Sincerely distracted by the view, Zaphiri didn’t put his foot down properly- Actually, he missed the step as a whole, and the Scorpio slipped forward, tumlbing down the last flicght of stairs, swears flying out at every hit he took- That day wasn’t getting any better.

At the proximity, however, Krest’s cerulean eyes narrowed in disgust and he pulled his face away, meeting Zaphiri’s gaze, regardless. “I pass. Albeit I do wonder what got you distracted to the point you couldn’t catch your balance back before making such a scene.” He tilted his head. “I don’t think you are an idiot to an extreme of submiting yourself to get injuried for the sake of gaining a bit of attention because I happened not to acknowledge your presence beforehand.”

The younger Saint walked around Krest, stopping right behind him to tower over the Aquarius, lowering his head enough to speak particularly close to his ear. “My eyes were irremediably glued to your ever so pleasing-to-look-at backside. Quite the sight for sore eyes, if you ask me. It was worth the fall.”

Sincerely distracted by the view, Zaphiri didn’t put his foot down properly- Actually, he missed the step as a whole, and the Scorpio slipped forward, tumlbing down the last flicght of stairs, swears flying out at every hit he took- That day wasn’t getting any better.

“I wonder if I should be surprised regarding how inattentive you can be.” Krest sighed, looking down at him. “Are you hurt?”

“Geh, what do you say?” The Scorpio hoisted himself up, pretending to dust the armour off as he looked at everything but Krest, feeling just a little embarassed- Not because he was staring where he shouldn’t have, but because he had got hurt while doing that- Really, a shame. “I didn’t even know you ackowledged my presence- I’d say this is progress, extreme progress! You’re even caring now.” Zaphiri sneered as he crossed his arms and bend his torso a little to look closer at the shorter Saint. “Wanna do a quick check-up, mister?” 

“That is not something to be glad about, Zaphiri.”

“I say that’s plenty t’be glad about, Lugo.”

“Oy, they’re talkin’ about me! Nice to know I am a nightmare for all of you.”

“Maybe not so much a nightmare as an annoyance, but otherwise, you’re correct.”

“Nightmare, annoyance- One way or another they just can’t forget me! Ain’t that the important thing?”

“Hold your horses right there- Y’don’t know who these ‘Greek’ people are? Damn my lady, you happen to be in GREECE, where GREEK people live. Saying that you’ve gone astray is a lil’ bit of an understatement, if you don’t even know who we are.”

“You’ve quite the mouth on you, haven’t you? Nevertheless, I suppose you are correct. This is a most peculiar situation, to wander so far from Hyrule by accident…”

“Uhm? Hyrule? And where is that supposed to be? Like some sort of far away island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea or...Farther away?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re certainly not the only one failing to understand what your brother is saying- He spends too much time talking with the trees and he forgot how to communicate with us, mortals.” Zaphiri shook his hand in front of his face, as if too shoo away a negative thought- Sisyphus had no blame in that, Ilias needed a vocaboulary. A human one. The Scorpio Saint listened to what the young man had to say before crossing his arms, careful not to ruin either bow nor arrows: there was no way he could show him how to use those two things- Considering how much time had passed since he had last used a bow, he’d be of no help. “Listen, I cannot help- Truth is, I’d be a sucky archer. I am way too rusty. But I can sit here and watch you- That way I can point things out.”

“What do you think about being a Gold Saint?” he asked, trying to choose a suitable target.

“You bet it is- It’s the simple truth, eh.” Zaphiri felt like he had just dodged a kick in the face, considering just how bad he was at using a bow- He had learnt how to use it, but it really felt like a thousand years ago and sincerely, the Scorpio didn’t feel like making any bad impressions on the young Saint-to-be. He observed how Sisyphus got back into position, feeling somehow happy to see that the boy looked slightly more sure of himself as he aimed for the the target. Zaphiri sat down and observed Sisyphus, thinking about how to answer the question he had just received- Not a simple one. “I think it’s one of the most amazing things that could’ve ever happened to me. It’s a duty, a terribly important one that will always weight on your shoulders, but- It’s a nice sorta weight, you know?”

☹ For yours to accidentally hit mine in the face with the door. ↘ For yours to accidentally make mine trip on the stairs. ♨ For mine to accidentally burn yours with coffee.  ✄ For mine to accidentally break a glass and get yours cut.  ♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing. ♕ For yours to accidentally hit their head with mine’s head. ❊  both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush. ☄ For both of them to accidentally get bitten by a furious dog. ✚ For both of them to accidentally get food poisoned. ⊙⊙ For yours to accidentally get soap in mine’s eyes.  ✗ For mine to accidentally cause an allergic reaction to yours.

“That’s actually a good point there. Not enough nature-man connection in that sort of job- Maybe he could be like an alchemist or things like that. Y’know, with all the herbs and trinkets and whatever those guys use to control nature. No, wait, he wouldn’t control it… So maybe just a guy that uses herbs. There.” Why had his friend that fixation with nature anyway? Did he wake up one day and decided that everything was beautiful and had to be preserved? Whatever. The older Scorpio grinned, showing just how proud he was of the result of his years-long training. “That’s right. You’re one of the few that’s allowed to use a weapon, a real one, that is. And since you have such a ‘luck’, so to say, why not use it at best? People are going to trust you with their lives- Knowing you could be in the last rows covering their back with this.” He held up the bow, giving it a quick glance. “Don’t be afraid to use it- It might be the only thing keeping you and your companions from dying. And the enemy ain’t gonna stand sitll like a target, mh?”

“I already know that I have to get a lot stronger than this. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. You’re certainly not the only one failing to understand what your brother is saying- He spends too much time talking with the trees and he forgot how to communicate with us, mortals.” Zaphiri shook his hand in front of his face, as if too shoo away a negative thought- Sisyphus had no blame in that, Ilias needed a vocaboulary. A human one. The Scorpio Saint listened to what the young man had to say before crossing his arms, careful not to ruin either bow nor arrows: there was no way he could show him how to use those two things- Considering how much time had passed since he had last used a bow, he’d be of no help. “Listen, I cannot help- Truth is, I’d be a sucky archer. I am way too rusty. But I can sit here and watch you- That way I can point things out.”

“And you aaaaareeee….?” Zaphiri tilted his head to a side like a curious cat, eyeing the person before him with a somewhat confused expression.

“..Who are you? What are your name?” He asked back.

“Gee, are all the Leo Saints this lively? Gotta be a trait of the zodiac sign or something.” Ilias never was a good example of happiness, he didn’t even remember ever seeing the guy smile, to be honest. And this one- Wasn’t anything different. The Scorpio Saint arched one eyebrow before placing a hand on his hip to lean forward. “Uh? What was that? You don’t know WHO I am? THAT’S a problem, y’know?”

 "I came from another era.“ It is obvious Aiolia had no idea of who he is. After meeting with Kardia and this another Scorpio Saint he had to deal with. Unfortunately, written history of the past Saint were lack of details.

> All the muns that are 5′0 -5′5 we are smols.