More Elisop Oneshots

Laughter and Tears

Elisop/Aeseli Summer Week Day 5: Fictional Disease

Star Tear Disease AU

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His heart faltered for a moment as the piercing teeth of the hook clamped around his waist to pull him to the towering deer-headed figure. A morbid scream escaped his mouth the next second as a sharp pain incapacitated him, his legs falling under the weight of his body and red puddles staining the white snow at his feet.

He naturally turned his gaze to his monitor and once he had confirmed that the other three had managed to escape, he surrendered.

"You look rather pale, Mr. Clark."

"R-Really?" he said, feigning a weak laugh.

The entomologist's face was covered, making it difficult to discern what might be going through her mind even for the seer who was granted the gift of clairvoyance. Her tone was calm without being cold, presenting her as a particularly enigmatic person. However, the fact that she bothered to ask about the man's condition showed that she was not heartless either.

"You should go to the infirmary to treat this. I would have gladly gone with you but it so happens that I have other business to attend to..."

Even though the magic of the manor healed most wounds on the surface, the trauma and pain remained perfectly embedded and then there were also times when some of the minor scars would not go away when the injury was significant enough.

"Ah, I can manage." he replied, hoping to ease her concern.

Mrs.Plinius nodded and so left the premise, the seer doing the same, his steps guiding him to the place that all the survivors had visited, without exception. The place was so quiet that it seemed as if no soul lived there, or so the young man thought before he heard the clanking of a box.

He panicked briefly as his owl hooted, alerting the other individual of his presence. The diviner prayed he wouldn't disturb anyone, but his torment vanished at the familiar sight of ashen hair. Two gray pupils coming to meet his gaze.

"Eli...?" a low voice asked.

"Oh, Aesop!" he blurted out in a more cheerful voice than he would have liked, "What are you doing here?"

Just his luck.

Or perhaps it was more correct to call it misfortune though it was also a windfall.

"I was just arranging some things I was missing in my briefcase." the embalmer paused, scrupulously observing the seer from head to toe before resuming, "Let me help you." he then declared after grasping the situation.

"Sorry for the inconvenience... Haha..."

Eli's voice faded nervously and he accepted Aesop's invitation to sit on the hospital bed for the latter to tend to his wounds, a strange combination of mixed feelings stirring in his stomach. He tried as best he could to hide his red cheeks by removing the top of his robe to show his back to the male. Fortunately for him, the embalmer could only see the back of his body this way. 

"Does it hurt...?" prayed the silver-eyed one.

"I can't deny that it stings a little..."

Aesop brought his gloved hand up to the large red mark tracing the seer's back, his fingertips brushing against it, forcing a low growl from the brown-haired one.

"You don't have to act tough. It's normal to be in pain after a match like that against Bane. The opposite would even be surprising."

The embalmer walked away to search the closets for something to ease the seer's pain, balm, bandages and the like, his medical knowledge coming in handy at times like this.