A.N.: Always wanted to experience with this couple. Saint Seiya is not mine.
Venom:
Milo had been looking at her for an hour or so, admiring her in silence with a lazy, almost indifferent glance from time to time, observing how she spoke to the others, how she laughed gently at the words of Shura, who had been conversing with her in Spanish for the last thirty minutes. The chat had became animated and cheerful, and it involved Saga and Saori, the kind of food they liked, and other things like those. Petty things, he considered useless, but he was jealous nonetheless.
He didn't know her favourite colour was actually red, and had never bothered to aprecciate her beauty while she removed her mask. He never truly noticed how beautiful her eyes were, how delightfully thin and delicate her hands were, how sincere were her words, and how she got excited when she got the chance to speak in Italian, her native tongue. She knew Spanish, English, Japanese and Greek, also, but he got the idea that she didn't like those languages, and, unless she actually had to speak in them for major motives, she would always speak Italian.
Her hair fell like a very smooth pasture down her shoulders, to her middle back, and a few strands framed her face elegantly, but not enough to cover the green pools that were her eyes; so full of venom, of passion. Her lips were pink, so naturally pink and soft, and absolutely... kissable.
Holy fucking shit and in Athena's name, I just thought the word 'kissable'.
He literally stared as she rose her glass to her mouth, and carefully downed it, slowly; the burning liquid running down her throat, every movement registered and memorized, unconciously.
"What, Milo? Do I have monkeys all over my face or something?"- she asked, arching a perfect eyebrow in curiosity.
"Of course"- he snapped back, quite rudely.- "Your face is so unbelievable I just can't stop looking. You should stay with your mask on."- he added, before looking away, taking a sip of his liquor.
Again, a lie.
Shaina, the Ophicus, threw a murderous glare at him, frowning deeply, growling menacingly.
"Look, failed attempt of a spider, are you trying to pick a fight?"- she asked, her sharp accent ringing in his ears like small bells. She left her seat, and he could feel her quite impressive cosmos flaring dangerously. Of course, it wasn't at the level of his own, but it was strong, nonetheless. He was certain she was stronger than Marin, at that, and if she intended to do him some damage, she would probably succeed.
He glanced at her as Shura grabbed her shoulders carefully, and sat her back down, shaking his head, before looking at Milo with an inquisitive expression across his handsome features. Milo was not, usually, one to treat women wrongly, which had always made him quite popular among them all.
"With a silver Saint? Oh, please, Shaina. I don't like to waste my time and energy on futile activities like those. Last time I checked, that was your job. Specially involving young Bronze Saints with crushes on Goddesses..."-
Shura let go of her shoulders, and this time, he earned a punch right on the left cheek, which made him, surprisingly, step back from the impact.
"Fucking shit, woman!" – he cursed, moving a hand to keep the long legged woman away from the rest of his physical being.- "Shura...!"
"You earned it. Be a man."- his comrade replied, shooting him an inquisitive look, before turning on his heels, and begin making his way out.- "You know, stop being like a boy in the Kinder Garden. You know what I mean.."- And with this, he merely exited the cantine, shutting the door behind him.
There was noone else there. Just an angry, furious Shaina, and him, completely defenseless. They had rented the place to celebrate Camus' birthday, but he had left earlier with his date. A woman from the town, he believed, very nice looking, very sweet. A single mother, maybe.
Everyone had eventually followed, but the three of us had stayed, as it appeared they had nothing better to do.
And now Shura was gone.
Well... fuck.
To be continued