#kardia

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Scene 4: Echoes in the Silence

The echo machine thrummed softly, a portable monitor with a glowing screen propped on the ground beside them. Its wand was slick with gel, the image alive with movement.

Will lay flat on his back, shirt pulled open, skin glowing under the moonlight and machine light.

Kadia knelt beside him, bare fingers tracing along his chest, stopping just over the apex beat. Her stethoscope hung loosely around her neck, but her focus was on the screen now.

Will’s heart thudded visibly on the display—muscle contracting in real time. A hypnotic rhythm. It was perfect.

“You’re beautiful like this,” she whispered, voice low and reverent. “I could watch your heart move for hours.”

Will’s breath hitched. “Then do it now. While it’s still moving.”

She smirked, a dangerous softness in her eyes. “You trust me?”

“Always.”

She moved fast. The injector slid in, smooth and practiced, into the side of his neck.

Will felt the chill.

Then the burn.

Then the slowing.

The heartbeat on the screen visibly changed. Slower. Thicker.

Each contraction delayed.

Echoes of muscle. Blood.

Time dripping like oil.

Kadia leaned closer, breath warm on his lips.

“I can hear it,” she whispered. “Dying for me.”

She lowered the stethoscope to his chest, her pupils wide, drinking in the sounds.

His heart shuddered beneath her, losing the fight.

Lub-dub… lub… dub…

Then—on the screen—it stopped.

Flatline. Echo freeze. Asystole.

The screen went red.

Will’s body was still.

His chest rose once.

Then not again.

Kadia sat there, staring, heart pounding hard in her own ears as she watched the silence inside him.

She straddled him slowly, hovering just over his lifeless chest. Her fingertips drifted across his sternum, ghosting over veins and bone.

“I could keep you like this,” she murmured. “No noise. No chaos. Just stillness.”

Then she kissed him—slow and deep, the warmth of his lips fading. His body was so soft now, so still under her.

But love—real, shaking love—coiled in her belly. Because he’d given this to her freely. Because this wasn’t just lust.

This was surrender.

She picked up the revival injector, thumbed the cap—

And paused.

“Come back to me,” she whispered. “Don’t make me beg.”

She plunged the syringe into his heart and pushed.

Nothing.

The screen stuttered—

Then spiked.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

He gasped awake, seizing upward, lungs clawing for air.

His eyes locked onto hers instantly. “Kadia—”

She grabbed him, buried her face into his neck. “You were mine. Every second.”

He kissed her temple, dazed. “Still am.”

They held each other on the dirt, sweat and gel and ghostly adrenaline between them.

But then—she pulled back. Her face changed.

She was still kneeling. Still breathing hard.

But something—shifted.

“Will,” she said softly. “Hold me.”

And collapsed.

Scene 5: Her Flatline

“Kadia?”

He caught her mid-fall, turning her over, arms already ripping open her vest.

“No. No, no—Kadia.”

He searched for her injector. She’d already used it—on herself?

Her chest was bare beneath him, rising weakly, fluttering.

The echo probe slipped from its mount, dragging against her ribs. Will shoved gel onto it, slammed it against her chest.

The echo screen lit up:

Her heart was still moving—but erratically.

Then it skipped.

Stuttered.

Stopped.

Red screen. Asystole.

“No—no, not you. Not like this—not like this.”

Her lips were pale. Her body limp.

He dropped his stethoscope to her chest.

Silence.

His hands trembled as he grabbed the revival syringe, stabbed it into her chest with brutal force.

“Come back. Please—come back to me.”

He started compressions.

“One-two-three-four—don’t you fucking do this—five-six-seven—breathe, Kadia, breathe—”

Nothing.

Again.

Syringe—second dose.

Chest compressions harder. Frantic. Desperate.

“Don’t leave me here. Don’t die in my arms. Not now. Not when I love you.”

He said it.

Out loud.

“I love you.”

The screen jumped.

One flutter. Then two. Then rhythm.

Her body jerked. Air shot into her lungs like a scream. She gasped, coughing, eyes wild.

“W—Will?”

He dropped to her, holding her so tightly he shook. His face buried in her neck, tears sliding into her collarbone.

“You scared the fuck out of me.”

Her voice was hoarse. “I… I went too far.”

He pulled back, hand over her chest.

“I heard nothing,” he whispered. “And I’ve never felt more alone.”

Kadia cupped his cheek.

“I’m here. And next time—”

She kissed him.

“—you’re not flatlining without me.”

Scene 6: Between His Hands

The echo monitor still blinked in the background—red replaced with green.

Will sat against the broken wall, cradling Kadia between his knees. Her breath was shallow, lashes damp, sweat cooling on her chest.

He’d brought her back.

But something wasn’t right.

Not just from the flatline.

“Kadia,” he said softly, adjusting his body so she was resting against his thigh. “Talk to me.”

“I…” she began, then hesitated. “There’s something about my heart.”

He looked down, scanning her torso—searching.

She slowly took his hand and guided it to the center of her chest.

“I was born without a proper sternum. Reconstruction didn’t take.” Her voice trembled—not from fear, but from exposure. From letting him in.

“Will…” she whispered. “You can feel it.”

And she pressed his fingers—just two—into the soft place at the base of her sternum, where bone should’ve been but wasn’t.

He felt it instantly.

A strong, rhythmic push.

Not hidden.

Not deep.

There.

Her heart.

Right beneath his touch.

His breath caught.

He looked at her, stunned, then slowly lowered his eyes to her chest. And there—he saw it. Beneath the thin skin, a visible pulse, rising and falling at the apex, just left of center, at the 5th costal space.

Will’s fingers slid—gently—over her skin.

From the base of her sternum to the left, over the soft, warm swell near her breast.

“Jesus…” he breathed. “It’s right there.”

She nodded. “You see now why I hear it all the time. Why I feel it. Why I—”

“Why you love it,” he finished, not accusing. Just understanding.

She looked away. “It’s like it’s outside me sometimes. Like it belongs to someone else.”

His voice was hushed, reverent. “It belongs to me, now.”

He leaned down, mouth brushing the center of her chest, just above the beat. “I know hearts. I’ve studied hundreds. Scanned them. Resuscitated them. But I’ve never…”

He kissed it.

“…seen one like this.”

She trembled under him.

Will retrieved the echo probe, reapplying gel slowly, sensually, over her sternum.

“I want to look inside you,” he said softly. “I want to see everything.”

She nodded.

He pressed the probe to her chest.

The screen lit up.

There it was.

Kadia’s heart filled the monitor—a stunning, central placement. The muscular walls thick, efficient. But slightly irregular. Something about the rhythm…

Will traced the image with his gloved fingertip.

“You’ve got a rare rotation—your heart sits midline, anterior. Exposed. God…” He leaned closer, watching the valves open and close in real time.

“Your apex beat,” he whispered, moving his hand to her side, “can be seen… and felt…”

He slid his hand just under her left breast.

There, too—the tapping against his palm, like her heart was reaching for him.

She gasped.

“Will—”

“Shh,” he said, gently. “Let me map you.”

He closed his eyes, placing both hands over her chest—one center, one left—feeling the rhythm between them.

“You’re not broken,” he said, forehead pressed to her skin. “You’re raw. And perfect.”

She laughed softly, tears glimmering. “It’s ugly—”

“It’s not.” His voice was firm now. “It’s you.”

He looked up, his eyes locked on hers. “Kadia, I don’t just want to listen to your heart.”

He leaned down.

“I want to memorize it.”

He laid flat beside her, pressing his ear to the center of her chest. No stethoscope. No filter.

Just him.

Her.

The skin.

The beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Soft, close, alive.

She stroked his hair, breath catching. “You hear it?”

“I hear us.”

Scene 7: The Silence Between

The firelight from the small camp stove flickered across her skin—across the swell of her breasts, the curve of her ribs, the gleaming slick of ultrasound gel still clinging to her chest. Her shirt lay discarded beside them, combat gear forgotten, her body laid bare beneath the stars and the field tent’s half-closed flap.

Will knelt beside her, shirt open, chest rising with slow, quiet breaths. His hands—skilled, steady—hovered just over the place where her heart beat visibly, a rhythmic rise beneath the skin just to the left of center.

No sternum. No protection. Just her.

Kadia lay flat on her back, arms at her sides, heart completely exposed.

“I want to hear you,” he whispered.

And then, reverently, he lowered his head.

His cheek brushed the top swell of her left breast. He exhaled softly over the visible beat.

Then he laid his ear—directly—over her heart.

For a moment, he just listened.

Lub-dub… lub-dub… lub… dub…

He closed his eyes, face pressed to her chest. The rhythm was slow—unusually slow.

But beautiful.

“Forty-six BPM,” he murmured. “You always run this cold?”

She nodded weakly. “Sometimes lower. It’s always been slow. But…” She hesitated.

Will heard it.

A pause.

A gap.

Then a strange, fluttering burst—like her heart skipped, fell, then stumbled back into rhythm.

His eyes snapped open.

“Kadia.”

She clenched her jaw. “It’s happening.”

Will pulled back just enough to see her face, but kept one hand over her heart.

He could feel it change—as if the muscle collapsed beneath his palm.

Then nothing.

No beat.

Just a dead weight under his hand.

She reached up with trembling fingers, knocked against her own chest.

“Sometimes… I have to hit it.”

Will caught her hand.

“No. Let me.”

He lifted his fist—not harsh, but controlled—and delivered a firm, practiced blow with the heel of his palm to the center of her chest.

Her body jolted.

Her back arched slightly.

A second later—fluttering.

Her heart reacted like a bird startled in the dark—flapping, irregular, painful.

She gasped, her body shuddering.

Will instantly brought the stethoscope to her chest, sliding the diaphragm between her breasts, just over the erratic thumping.

Flutter… skip… thud-thud… skip… THUD.

His face darkened with focus. “Your vagus nerve is crashing the whole damn rhythm. That wasn’t just a pause. That was asystole.”

She tried to smile. “Romantic, huh?”

He growled softly. “It’s killing me.”

He adjusted her body, lifting her slightly so he could listen more deeply. His mouth brushed the underside of her left breast as he pressed his stethoscope tighter to her skin.

“I’ve heard thousands of hearts,” he murmured. “None like this. None so alive and so close to stopping.”

His hand slid over the beat again.

And he watched it—on her chest—stutter again.

Kadia flinched. “It’s collapsing again—Will—”

He climbed fully on top of her now, straddling her thighs, his bare chest pressed against hers, skin to skin, heart to heart.

“I’ll pace you with mine,” he whispered. “Feel me. Let me carry you.”

Her heart stalled again.

And Will didn’t move.

He listened. He felt.

He kissed her lips—soft, lingering, trembling.

Then he whispered, “You’re mine. You don’t get to stop unless I say so.”

His hand went back to her chest—pressing directly to her apex.

He began to press rhythmically, just enough to stimulate.

Not CPR.

Something more intimate. More knowing.

Tap—tap—tap.

His other hand slid along her side, thumb brushing her nipple, the curve of her ribcage.

“You’re coming back,” he whispered.

And she did.

With a gasp.

With a painful, staggering series of beats—irregular, then slow, then steady.

He exhaled. Shaky. Sweating. Eyes shining.

“You scared me.”

“I always do,” she whispered. “Because you know what I am.”

He kissed her forehead.

“I know what you are, Kadia Vale.”

His lips trailed down between her breasts, hovering again over the beat.

“You are the most beautiful heartbeat I’ve ever heard.”

And he laid his head back down—this time for minutes—just listening, lips occasionally brushing her skin, letting his fingers memorize every flutter, every tremble.

Every silent second between.

Scene 8: The Long Pause

She was in his arms again.

Her chest still bare, heart still vulnerable beneath the soft lamplight and evening wind that slipped in through the open tent flap. The faint hum of the echo monitor had faded into the background, its screen still lit but no longer trusted—not with what he was feeling under his palm.

Will kissed the corner of her mouth, the space just beneath her jaw, the spot above the pulse he always followed.

“Kadia,” he whispered. “How do you feel?”

She blinked slowly, her body slackening. “Light… floaty.”

His brow furrowed.

Her heartbeat was slowing again.

Slower than ever before.

He laid the stethoscope to her chest, directly on the warm skin between her breasts.

Lub… dub…

Lub……

……

……

His fingers twitched.

“Kadia. Stay with me.”

Her lips moved, but no sound came.

Then—nothing.

He jerked upright, head snapping to the monitor.

Flatline.

He looked back down—her chest was not rising.

No breath.

No pulse.

No sound.

No heartbeat.

“Kadia.” His voice cracked. “No, no, no—not like this.”

He dropped to her, ear pressed flat against her chest, right over the place where her heart should’ve been pounding into his skull.

Silence.

He turned instantly, sealing his mouth over hers.

One breath.

Another.

Another.

Her chest rose under his lips—but limp. No response.

He pulled back, looked at her face—still, pale, lips turning slightly gray-blue.

He snapped into position, one hand placed on her chest—right over the apex—his other hand covering it.

And he began compressions.

“Come on—Kadia—one-two-three-four—come back—five-six—breathe—”

He kept going, the sound of his hands striking her bare chest echoing in the silence.

Her breasts trembled slightly with each push, but her body gave no resistance, no sign of life.

He leaned down, gave two more breaths. Her lips were cold.

“Don’t you fucking do this to me,” he whispered, voice shaking. “You hear me? You don’t leave me. Not here. Not now. Not like this.”

The echo monitor flickered.

Still flat.

Will’s hand flew to his medical kit—ripping it open.

He pulled out the portable field defibrillator, hands moving with muscle memory even as his eyes blurred with fear.

He stuck the pads—one just beneath her left breast, one high on her right chest.

The gel sizzled slightly against her skin.

[CHARGE READY – 200 JOULES]

His thumb hovered.

He looked down at her—bare, beautiful, gone.

“I love you,” he whispered. “Come back so I can say it again.”

He hit the trigger.

Her body jerked—violently.

Her back arched, eyes fluttered.

Then stillness.

Will moved fast—breaths. Compressions. Counting again.

“Please, Kadia… breathe. Please, baby—just one more beat.”

The screen blinked—

Then spiked.

One beat.

Another.

Then a rhythm.

She gasped—choking, violent—air dragged in like it hurt.

Will fell over her, pressing his face to her chest.

The stethoscope shook in his hand.

Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.

Slow. Erratic. Real.

Her voice came, raw and broken. “Will…?”

He sobbed once—just once. Then kissed her chest, her mouth, her cheek, her heart.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You’re back. You’re back.”

She blinked slowly, tears streaking from the corners of her eyes.

“I heard you… calling me.”

He nodded. “I would’ve torn the world down to bring you back.”

She smiled faintly, reaching for his wrist, guiding his hand back to her chest.

Her heartbeat fluttered under his palm—delicate, but alive.

And this time, she whispered:

“Yours.”

Scene 9: The Drop

Will was still kneeling over her—hands cupping her face, stethoscope resting on her ribs, the warmth of her skin slowly returning under his touch. Her chest rose steadily now, heartbeat slow, but present.

He kissed her again. Softer. With reverence.

Her lips trembled beneath his, and then she smiled.

Not a tease. Not a smirk.

A real smile. Gentle. Fragile.

She whispered, “I love you too.”

Will froze—just for a heartbeat.

Those words hit deeper than the silence ever had.

He opened his mouth to answer—

But her eyes fluttered.

And then rolled back.

“Kadia?”

Her body jerked violently, back arching. Arms tensed, fingers curling in unnatural spasms.

“Kadia—no—”

She seized—her whole body trembling in a violent, uncontrolled rhythm. Her breath caught—gurgled—and stopped.

Will caught her just as she collapsed fully, her head falling limply to the side.

His hand flew to her chest.

No beat.

He dropped his head to her breast.

Silence.

The echo monitor beeped once—then flatlined again.

Asystole.

“No no no no no no no—God, not again—”

He grabbed the stethoscope, slammed it over her heart. His hand trembled so hard he could barely hold it.

Nothing.

He ripped it off, mouth to mouth, breathing hard into her lungs. His chest heaved.

“Come back to me,” he begged. “Kadia—don’t you leave me now.”

He started compressions again—over her bare chest, her breasts shifting slightly with each rhythmic push. His palms pressed directly over her heart’s visible location, knowing it had collapsed again, folded in on itself like it had before—but worse.

Her lips were blue now.

He counted aloud, tears threatening: “One-two-three-four—breathe—five-six-seven—don’t you fucking die—Kadia—Kadia!”

Still nothing.

His hand flew to the defibrillator again. He slapped new gel pads down—her chest wet, skin burning from the last shock.

[CHARGING – 300 JOULES]

He looked down—her body pale under the field light, breasts rising with his forced breaths, chest twitching faintly with each compression but no pulse, no sound, no life.

He hit the trigger.

Her body arched.

Then collapsed.

The monitor—still flat.

His voice cracked.

“No. No. Don’t do this. I just got you back. I just heard you say it—don’t leave me now—please—”

He leaned down and kissed her again, lips brushing hers as he gave another breath. Her head lolled.

His hand cupped her jaw.

“I love you,” he whispered into her mouth. “I love your broken, wild, fucking terrifying heart.”

He placed both hands on her chest again, more gentle now.

“Come back, Kadia,” he said. “I’m not done listening to you.”

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Martyn fanart, Life series seasons 1,2,3,4,6 (I didn’t want to draw five)

Today's featured song is: "Kardia" by YurryCanon feat. GUMI! (cw: blood, video contains flashing imagery)

♡ KARDIA / 8LOOD8ATH ♡

GIFT FOR @vampiric-kitty !!!

this guy is my boyfriend material, my hear me out and I can talk about him for hours 🍎

Being a Scorpio, Kardia is intense and passionate. When he likes someone, he gives himself wholeheartedly. You'll know he truly cares about you.

He's the type to take you on adventures, he'll never let you get bored, like climbing a mountain or riding a motorcycle at high speed. (I can totally imagine Kardia on a motorcycle!)

Scorpios tend to be very intuitive, so he'll notice your emotions, even if you don't express them. At the same time, he'll probably be a little reserved about himself at first. You might even think he doesn't want something serious, but it's just that he has a protective barrier around his heart. If you manage to break through that barrier, you'll discover a loyal and caring guy who deeply cares about his friends and the person he loves.

Kardia is intense in everything he does: he loves passionately, fights fiercely, and lives every moment as if it were his last. He's the type of guy who makes you feel alive and shakes you out of your routine. However, his impulsiveness sometimes makes him reckless. He'll need someone who can put him in his place from time to time and who knows how to handle his personality.

I'd say that Kardia, behind his sarcastic facade, would be a surprisingly obedient boyfriend. I imagine him being the kind of guy who, if you said, "Babe, buy me chocolates," he'd respond with something like, "Do you think you're the boss of me?" and then, 15 minutes later, he'd come home with at least ten different types of chocolate for you. 🕊️ We see this in his Gaiden, where Calvera said that he complains a lot, but is obedient and easily persuaded.

Also in the Gaiden, Kardia gets upset and complains that Calvera and Sasha would let him sleep outside, but he immediately stops complaining and changes his mind when Calvera says she won't let a man sleep in the girls' room. In my interpretation, this reveals a gentlemanly side to Kardia, like "Oh DAMN I forgot they are girls and need their space." HE IS A RESPECTFUL GUY!

He is also incredibly jealous and possessive— I swear, maybe the most jealous of all the Gold Saints. I mean this man is a Scorpio, he loves and hates with the same intensity. You need to be careful to tame the Scorpio without him stinging you!

Finally, about his love language...

Receiving: Physical touch! This is essential for Kardia to feel connected. I feel like he's the type of man who will always want to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist. Words of affirmation! Have you ever seen how he likes to assert himself in front of other people? Like when he says to Sasha, "Girl, you are with the Gold Saint of Scorpio, and you are still afraid???" Compliment his strength and courage, and this man will melt.

Pollux: Como que dejastes que una cabra se robar a a tu Sísifo?!

Aspros: Como iba a saber yo que El Cid se iba a aprovechar que deje a Sísifo como viudo y con un hijo (Regulus) para cuidar? Tenía que dominar al Santuario!

Polux: Y TU! Como pudiste terminar matando a tu Sagitario?

Saga: Yo no mate a Aiolos, ese fue Shura!

Pollux: Excusas!

Saga: Pues se me meto el demonio!

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Sísifo Estafador: Un Geminis, de verdad? Ustedes tienen mal gusto

Sísifo Lost Canvas: Mira quien habla, si tu fuisteis el original!

Aiolos: Saga no es tan malo, todos no más lo andan juzgando

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Ganimedes: Veo que mis sucesores siguen distrayéndose con los bichos en vez de dejar sus emociones

Krest: Y mira lo que nos paso. Los de Piscis nos andan robando a los bichos sexy!

Camus: Milo no me tracionaria asi

Degel: A mi no me robaron mi hombre, a diferencia de ustedes yo no tenía ningún tipo de competencia

Pólux: ¡Son una verguenza como santos de géminis! Deberían tener cuidado de las cabras.

Aspros: En mi defensa planeaba regresar y apoderarme del santuario. Entonces me desharía de la cabra y tendria a mi Sísifo.

Saga: Si no fuera por el chamuco Aioros y yo no nos habríamos divorciado

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Sísifo: Se suponía que aprenderían de mis errores no que los repetirían

Sísifo de TLC: Al menos mi Aspros nunca me toco ni un cabello

Aioros: Saga es alguien de corazón puro, pero por culpa de ker mandó matarme

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Ganimedes: Veo que mis sucesores son demasiado sentimentales. Entiendan los bichos son traicioneros. Miles nunca dejó de coquetear con Adonis diciendo que es broma. ¡Ni el ataúd de hielo lo enfrío lo suficiente!

Krest: Ustedes niños son demasiado ingenuos. Degel vi a tu bicho haciendose amiguito del cangrejo y tú Camus deberías estar más alerta. Tu bicho se relaciona demasiado con el gatito rabioso de la quinta, la potrilla de Saintia Sho y su sed de venganza por la Barbie de virgo es sospechosa

Camus: ¡Milo no me tracionaria asi!