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salveticn asked:

looks at erichthonios like . . .

“Wh--”

Blinks. 

Does a double take. 

Slowly locks eyes. withholding the bubbling cute aggression within.

“Themis... you have been most insistent today. Have you need of me or some-such?”

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@salveticn​ asked:

" if i could rearrange the alphabet , i'd put u and i together . "

                                             “Why would you--”

                                                       ? ? ?

salveticn​​ also asked again: 

" erichthonios , here ... "   the youth quietly hums , handing to erichthonios a hem of his robe , more precisely his sleeve .   " feel it . do you know what it is made of ? "   out of whatever material any robe was made of , surely , but that grin plastered on his face would give shivers to anyone that looked . he was about to say something ... " boyfriend material . "   ah , there it is ...

With much trepidation, and even more confusion, firm hands take hold of the sleeve, though not too willingly. Before the man could chance a guess at the material the ‘answer’ was already given, the feeble pickup line was met with a wide-eyed stare as the gears turned in the wardens muddled head.

“Who...” his voice cracks, hushed as a few steps back were taken. “Whose boyfriend, Themis???”

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@salveticn asked: " i got so sad when today i opened the fridge for a snack ... but you weren't there. " cue the amused smirk from the emissary

Erich moves to speak but muscles halt- lips freeze with all attempts at a reply failing miserably. Elpis’ nonsense succeeded in zapping all coherent thought from that befuddled head. Amongst his babbling and stutters there was but a simple question that manage to set itself free. 

“ ... what? ”

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@salveticn​ asked: ❝ there is no need to make such a fuss ! ❞ the youth spoke , his softened tone not at all giving him that seriousness that his gaze tried to convey ; both hands -- curled into fists -- rested at his hips , his lower lip twisted into a pout . ❝ my apartment might not be radiant for you , but it is absolutely perfect for me . ❞ everything was in perfect harmony , he thought as he pulled out two mugs from the oven ( he had to make sure the pots and the pans wouldn't fall against him as he gently opened the oven ) and rested them on the table ; the latter was at least not as cluttered as the rest of the kitchen , but there were some books , magazines , comics , pens here and there ... oh , and napkins too ! ❝ i could heat some eggs in the microwave if you're hungry . and some coffee too ! ❞ together with the eggs , in separate containers of course . he regarded erichthonios with the corner of his eyes , stifling a giggle at last . ❝ ah , don't give me that look ! my microwave has the option to grill ! ❞ ❝ but -- yes , i suppose we could order something out if you fancy something else rather than eggs and coffee ... ❞

Unease forced itself onto sullen features. All attempts to keep a neutral expression failed, riled upward like bile to each clank and stutter of steel. The noise itself was enough to sour Erich’s disposition, however, it was the action- the ease at which the other maneuvered around the stove- which drove him mad. It told of well learned yet awful habits, of just how the youth lived.

Just when he thought to be past the worst of it, Elpis spoke on. Each sentence a punch to the gut and a detriment to the respect the warden previously held.

❝ Eggs and coffee…? ❞ He echoes, voice hushed in less of a question but of horrid realization. ❞ At the same time? In the… in the microwave? ❞ wavering gaze looked to the devil device, nausea taking hold at the very thought. sick. Everything the emissary revealed of himself was just pain to the psyche.

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