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❝ I never possessed anything but a heart of pure EVIL! ❞

Sea Dragon / Gemini Kanon

    -  Penned by TrashArc of ArcGeminga

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Kanon had enough.

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Kanon was too busy arguing with Mariem that he barely saw the woman's sudden stiffness and the red that lightly coated her face. He was baffled as to why she suddenly tensed.

That was until he glanced down to where Chibi Pope should have been.

Kanon's face showed a certain element of terror at the sight of Chibi Pope clinging to the woman like a child seeking protection behind its mother. However, it was hard to place why he looked horrified at this.

"G-Get away from her!" Kanon barked as he tried to swat the child away. However, his attempts were thwarted as Mariem tried to dismiss the situation in her usual way.

"No, Kanon... It's fine. It's not much of an issue if he needs help."

"It's not fine! Get him off of you!"

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Kanon was not a fool. He didn't fall for the little cry or the way Chibi Pope rubbed his eyes as if brushing away tears. In fact, it got on his nerves. Being socially inept, Kanon paid no mind to the other people around him.

So, when the little bastard flicked his middle finger at him, Kanon almost raged.

He would have strangled the small thing if it weren't for the annoying nymph that snatched his arm just as he bolted.

❝ Let me go! ❞

❝ Kanon! I won't let you hurt the child! ❞

❝ Woman, unhand me! You know damn well better than to get in my way! ❞

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Kanon was minding his own business when this little brat of a thing decided it was the perfect time to come and bother him. At first, Kanon paid the little Dress-Up Pope any mind... Then he started to notice all of the weird looks that the other Saints were giving him.

When he finally looked over at Chibi Pope, his face crumbled in utter confusion.

❝ What the fuck-- ❞

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     Kanon was too busy getting cleaned up that he didn't realize that he was wished a happy birthday. No, instead, he was scowling at the sticky mess coating his body, the floor of his chambers, and the desk... Meanwhile, his assistant was snickering shamelessly at him as she started to wipe down Kanon's hands and arms with the damp towel.

❝ Okay, Kanon, let's take off your clothes. ❞

❝ ...No. Just wipe it down. It's not that bad, really. ❞

❝ You need to take a bath, silly. ❞

❝ Then get out. I can undress by myself. G-Get your hands off my shirt, woman! ❞

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     Kanon just returned from a patrol around Atlantis. He had just disarmed and was allowing the stress of the day to roll off his shoulders.

     It was his birthday... But he's long ago opted to forego celebrations. After all, if he didn't have his brother.... well, actually, it wasn't important.

     When Kanon was just seconds from rolling onto the in-wall bed, his attention was caught by something on his desk. The Sea Dragon general cautiously stared at it... Perhaps it was something that stupid nymph left for him?

     Somewhat finding comfort at the thought of that, the man heaved a sigh as he walked past his bed. Then he opened it... just to be presented with more boxes... After about two or three times of this, he started to get annoyed. He knew Mariem loved playing tricks from time to time, but she usually wasn't this annoying.

     When he finally got to the note, he didn't have enough patience to read it when it suddenly transformed into a butterfly and exploded.

     He would be a liar if he said that the sudden explosion didn't startle him. He was unprepared - stiff from the shock that he didn't really realize the sticky confetti plastering itself to his face, arms, and hands like glue... It was everywhere.

     The door to his private chambers creaked open, and Mariem peeked curiously while saying,

❝ Is everything alright? I heard you scream...?❞

     When the nymph saw Kanon's sticky situation, she had no intention to restrain her laughter, causing the sticky Hellene to pass her a glare.

                                           the sunflowers

"i'd like to paint in such a way that... everyone who has eyes could understand it." there was a series of these paintings of sunflowers. van gogh was heavily praised for them by those he knew. to him, they felt like they were his mark. like they were truly his own. you often feel the same need to stand out and be remembered for something. you're an individualist through and through, and you're determined to make your own mark. you have so much courage, so much passion, and so much determination. but let me tell you a secret: you don't have to fight to be important. you already are. some of your traits are: ambitious, one-minded, and passionate.

taken from @shouxryuuxha​ (thanks for letting me steal it)

“That is true but from my understanding, Athena is both the enemy of Hades and Poseidon. And what was that saying again? Ah yes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. So you see, we can be friends!”

Phantasos smiled at his fake gesture of respect to her. Since he was ‘politely’ offering to have a conversation with her, who was she to refuse.

“How so polite! There are just so many things I want to talk about. Like how you are adjusting to your new life as a Marina General. Oh! Or how did you feel after your dear brother threw you into the Cape Sounion Prison?”

She knew that was a sensitive question but she was just getting revenge for him being so rude to her.

κρύο-μοναξιά ▾     Kanon’s expression twitched at this simple logic. It was quite stupid that he didn’t have any words for it. ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’? Who the hell came up with such a stupid notion? But, nonetheless, the Sea Dragon General shrugged off the idiocy. He had to put up with speeches that were much more embarrassing and cringe than this.

     When she started her topic of discussion, Kanon’s eyes narrowed. Of course, at the mention of the Water Prison, his expression went dark. He really didn’t need to be reminded of the death hole he just recently managed to get out of - let alone his brother.

     Yet, even as he remained steadfast in his strong-willed thought, his left arm stiffened, ached and trembled.

❝ Curious topics, miss. Would it be too rude of me to request we sit for such conversations? ❞

     The teenager tried to walk straight as he went to find himself a suitable place to take a desperately needed seat. Yet, even a short stroll to such seating was too much for his aching feet; the man had a noticeable LIMP and stumble as he stumbled over to a nearby staircase to take a seat. As soon as his feet were relieved of their pain, he heaved a too-heavy sigh of relief.

     Fighting against the pins-and-needles encasing his damaged limbs, Kanon looked back up to the goddess, his eyes squinting at her with obvious scrutiny.

❝ Life is quite wonderful, as Sea Dragon. I’ve only an annoying nymph to worry about, and she does well to stay out of my personal business. No annoyances and no gods to answer to, which has been very LOVELY. And you? Shall I ask how life of being a goddess is? ❞

♚—Due to the nature of my new theme (which I, currently, really like a lot), I will be doing banners on Kanon’s account from now on. These banners are made from my own drawings on my poor excuse of a comic where I redrew and reimagined some aspect of Saint Seiya Origin. So, do not try to hound me for art theft, because, surprise, I’m am an aspiring comic book artist before I’m a roleplayer.

                                              The World

Power is a heady thing. Do you have what it takes to control it? You thought you did, for a long time as you gained more and more. Power only begets more power, after all. Mind your breaking point, mind your load, mind how high you’ve climbed up the ladder; it’s against regulation to stand on the top rung. You could get hurt up there. You could fall. I’m not sure that I could catch you, so high above the rest of us. Don’t look down. Mind the ceiling fan.

tagged by: @shouxryuuxha​ (Thank you sweetie! I’m sorry this was a long-time coming!)

@starlightofdream​ SUBMITTED:

Kannon is asleep and he is having a surreal dream. He looked to his brother but instead he sees his brother’s head is on top of Shion’s body. Then, his brother started to speak and Poseidon’s voice came out of his brother’s mouth. “Brother, I won an award for best dance! Do you want to see my dance?”

Suddenly, his brother starts break dancing along with some weird music and a group of animated objects started dancing beside his brother. The animated objects starting singing to Kanon, “Join us, join us!~” Then, Kanon wakes up. (April Fool’s prank from Phantasos)

κρύο-μοναξιά ▾     Kanon wasn’t one to have a lot of dumb dreams at night. Usually, they consisted of nightmares and memories of being stuck in the watery hell under Cape Sounion.

     What he didn’t expect in his entire life was to his brother speak in Poseidon’s voice. A type of fear grasped him for but a moment until Saga started to dance. Kanon couldn’t help but just stare in silent confusion. He didn’t even pay attention to the animated object singing.

     Saga never was this loose before, especially after they became teenagers.

     When Kanon woke.

     It didn’t take long for Kanon to assume that this was a folly of a god. A different kind of punishment that he had to bare for escaping his brother’s decree.

     This felt more of an INSULT to the memory of his beloved brother.

From another ask, @starlightofdream said: Oh ugh that last ask is from the mun, Amy, I forgot to put that haha (It’s okay! Thanks for letting me know!)

κρύο-μοναξιά ▾     Kanon wasn’t really a chocolate person. He actually didn’t like sweets as much as other people (Saga liked sweets more than he did). However, the Greek took the boxed treats from Amy and nodded slightly in respect.

❝ To celebrate the day or not wouldn’t have made a difference to me. But thanks... I guess... ❞

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❝ Sounds like you're jealous, baby doll. Better ‘boring' than whatever you are. ❞

     Kanon couldn't help but tease unenthusiastically, his voice as deadpanned as can be. But he didn't bother to entertain her. He wasn't in the mood.

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♚— I’ve actually been thinking about this a bit. Especially since my Gemini Twins short-story comic (I say short story since I don’t plan it to be over 20 chapters) does have some Kanon downtime. 

I drew a visual of what one of his outfits would look like. Not that he dresses himself since, if it was up to him, he’d just continue wearing his training outfit. The nymph (she’s an OC, but she dies anyway) acts like his assistant and dresses him up when they go to the surface.  Kanon is like Defteros in the way where majority of the time he doesn’t really care. But unlike Defteros, Kanon doesn’t care because he doesn’t have time to care.

Other than that? Maybe some general 1970s-80s stuff for men. Maybe a bit more on the blander side since, if he were to go to the surface more often, he wants to be ‘lost in the crowd’. It wouldn’t do anyone any good if he were discovered.

If you’re talking about like... modern-modern day instead of like our general ‘modern day’--like if he lived (to his 60s /strangled by Kanon/) in the 2021 era.... Hm.... probably the same, but I’d imagine that Kanon would have an array of jackets and coats (mostly jackets though), skinny and boot-cut jeans, sneakers and boots... Maybe he’d have a bit of a slight punk era or something.... Cargo pants, that’s for sure, since I’d imagine that even in modern-modern day era, Kanon still clings to his Paranoia and bitterness, so he’d want a lot of room to store butterfly knives on his person. Just in case he gets jumped or something.