#;asclepius

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     “I lost it.”

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@aethersurged​ — sc.

     “Well, Aion? I must assume you’ve missed me.” Cruel of him, perhaps, to keep vanishing so, but Asclepius has always been so unapologetically avoidant. “Ah, yes, such wonderful features curved in pure joy. You never cease to bring heat to my cheeks.”

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@dreams-of-avalon​ — sc.

     “Oh, come now, must we always meet like this?” A jest, of course, if only to incite laughter. Although, perhaps there is not much to laugh at when his wrists are shackled so. “Do you believe me to be a threat? I thought perhaps a hug would be more fitting given the, ah, remarkably small amount of time I’ve been absent.” Years count as small, do they not?

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@keyward​ — sc.

     “Oh, what I would give to have such eyes adorned with fervent reverence aimed towards mine own countenance instead. Truly, you raise my standards, Hesperos.”

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@lilachymn​ — sc.

    “So then I said ‘I will smite you where you stand’ and, truly, the sight of them! Cowering in the mud and... and you do not believe me, do you?”

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@fourteenth-seat​ — sc. 

    “I assume all your injuries were accounted for despite my absence? Unless I must do one last medical afore my duties are abandoned.” A pause. “...Er, I mean to say, complete.”

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@avalcn​ asked:  Erichthonios watched his friend from the side; arms crossed over his chest. When he had considered taking Asclepius with him on one of his travels, the question of how long it would take for the other just disappear again, crossed his mind more often than he wanted to admit. Even though he knew that the other was capable of somehow surviving in the wilds, Erichthonios still found himself worrying about his safety. 

He heaved a heavy sigh and shook his head before addressing his friend and new travel companion. “If you try to run off and leave me to search for you, I will chain you to me the next time,” the young man stated and adjusted the golden snake bracelets around his wrists. “I don’t want you to get yourself in danger if we can avoid it. Some of the places I visit can be lethal if not explored carefully. Just… stay at my side, yes?”

This was a strange thing to say, was it? He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and averted his gaze suddenly. The years in Pandaemonium had not helped much with how he expressed himself.

    To say Asclepius is excited is an understatement. Well, excited and worried to the point of wishing to run away, because he doesn’t want to… lapse into any visions with Erichthonios around. That is a burden he would not thrust upon his dear friend anytime soon, especially with how intense they can be.

    “I will stay,” Asclepius says, and though it is hard for him to swear as such, he thinks there’s something vulnerable in the way that Erichthonios asks of him such a thing, and he would not wish to betray his trust. Asclepius has not ever thought himself one to keep for very long, and so it humbles him greatly that Erichthonios thinks in such a way.

    But, ah, Erichthonios looks away in… is it shame? Shyness? Without much thought, Asclepius reaches out and curves fingers around his wrist, lightly, for he had seen the adjustment and has no wish to ruin the effort. A small tug, as if in askance for Erichthonios to meet his gaze once more. “Erichthonios, I promise. I will not disappear on you during our journey.” Yet—is that, too, far more intense than Erichthonios requests? Asclepius feels heat suffuse his cheeks and releases him, clearing his throat. He is not good at this either. “But if you’ve still the wish of chaining me to your side, I would not be opposed,” Asclepius grins, attempting to lighten the mood, though why do his jests feel as if they lack mirth? As if a part of him truly does want— ah, no. That would be silly of him. “Although it would make relieving ourselves rather difficult, no?”

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@khthonea​ gets a thing—

     Sneaking has never quite been his forte. Indeed, he thinks perhaps it would be have been much simpler to just tell Pan about his ability and the vision he had about them, but there’s a small curl of fear in him that worries he may be overstepping the bounds of their friendship in doing so. Asclepius has never been good at having friends, after all—indeed, the only one he’s had has regrettably returned to the star—but he also never thought he would succumb to nerves so easily. One would think it’s Pan themself coaxing such feelings from him, though for whatever reason Asclepius cannot fathom it, and even then he does not wish to give a name to it. His vision should be his primary concern right now, and if he needs to follow Pan at a distance to ensure their safety, then follow them he will. 

     ... Even if hiding behind a rather large tree is a terrible, terrible place to take cover when Pan seems about to turn around.