|Aesculapius (washawaypoison) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-09-03 21:14:00
|Entry tags:||aesculapius, apollo|
Who: Aesculapius and Apollo
What: Oh hi dad >.>
Ever since He'd arrived in the city, he'd been working. He hadn't really even had time to let people know he was around, and knew he needed to make some. But in a city of millions, someone could always use his help, and that was only amplified in hospitals.
But he did love it. The chaos and the rush was what he was made for. And seeing a pateitn smile at the end of it all, made it all worth it.
He'd just finished with one of his when he felt a very familiar tingle up his back. Bing so closely tied to healing, he could always sense his father. It surprised him a little, to find him here, but he still followed it. Apollo had ensured him godhood and eternity. It was only right to be thankful.
Not wishing to intrude he waited until Apollo would see him before raising his hand in greeting. Considering the apparent age difference, Aesculapius hardly called Apollo dad. Also, it felt a little weird to do so.