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character: wyvern_rhadamanthys, copyright: saint_seiya
3 boys, three_quarter_view, from_above, close-up, wyvern_rhadamanthys, blonde_hair, short_hair, spiked_hair, hair_between_eyes, yellow_eyes, black_wings, aiacos_(saint_seiya), dark_blue_hair, long_hair, red_eyes, garuda_armor, minos_(saint_seiya), white_hair, long_hair, blue_eyes, griffon_surplice, lying_down, reclining, head_on_pillow, bandaged_forehead, pale_skin, sweat, sick, half-closed_eyes, half-lidded_eyes, blanket, clutching_blanket, leaning_over, hands_on_another, hand_on_forehead, helping, caretaking, concerned, worried, gentle, looking_at_another, profile, no_helmet, bare_hands, on_bed, pillow, bedsheets, candlelight, warm_lighting, indoor, dark_background
A three-quarter view from slightly above, looking down into a dim bedchamber where Aiacos lies back across a low pillow, sick: dark blue hair fanned and tangled over the linen, long strands stuck to his damp temple, his pale skin sheened with sweat, forehead bound in a bandage wound tight around his brow, his red eyes heavy and half-lidded as they drift up toward the two leaning over him. He grips a heavy dark blanket at his collarbone with one curled hand, the blanket drawn up to his chest; his armoured Garuda shoulder pieces lie folded on the bed edge beneath him, the only traces of his armour resting within reach. Radamanthys kneels at Aiacos's right side, leaning down over him on one bent knee, one hip bearing his weight, short spiked blonde hair falling around the strand between his brows, yellow eyes low and steady on Aiacos's face, his bare hand pressed flat across Aiacos's burning forehead and holding there. Minos stands close on the left of the bed, half turned, white hair sweeping forward past his cheek as he tips his head down, blue eyes fixed on the bandage, one bare hand gathering the blanket edge higher at Aiacos's shoulder, the long armoured Griffon collar rising behind his own neck. Radamanthys does not straighten; Minos's chin turns toward him across the awning of Aiacos's body, and their fitful attention meets where their hands nearly touch above the sick man's chest. Aiacos's half-closed eyes rest on Radamanthys's wrist, his lips parted on a shallow breath, one corner of the blanket pulled up in Minos's fingers. A single candle on a low nightstand at the left of frame is the only light: it rakes warm light across the near side of Aiacos's face and along the knuckles of the two hands on him, throws the patterned bedsheets into long soft shadows, and leaves the room behind them in absolute darkness beyond the smallest glow. Sweat pools cool on the blanket where Aiacos's hand clenches it and beads darkly along his hairline; where Radamanthys's palm rests, the skin beneath it is flushed redder than the candle alone would make it. Muted palette of black linen, ash-white bandage, sickly pallor against the deep blue of Aiacos's hair and one warm amber candle flame. small, tender, quietly worried.
Nov 10, 2026 9:10 PM
