[At this very moment, Hermes could not care less about Astaroth or his minders, or even the knowledge that Cam will follow, try to find him as he found Anansi. His attention doesn't falter from Anansi for a moment, even with the slither of snakes in human, serpentine and deity forms, coming ever closer to his prize--though it's not what he would call it, not by a longshot. At Anansi's words and wheezes Hermes smiles sympathetically, a small twitch of his lips and nods. His knees are shaking, he's dizzy and out of breathe, but he has, always will put what matters before his own well being. It's why he is one of the Twelve, after all, despite being the trickster and general wise-ass that he is. In the end, those he cares for matter more. His family and their well-being comes first, and he needs to get what Anansi knows.
Anansi counts too, has counted for a long time. Anansi like Coyote, like Loki, the ones who, despite being of different pantheons understood him, and he moves a shaking hand to wipe the blood from Anansi's chin. He needs to hear this story, but he also needs to not let Anansi die, not for good.]
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Anansi counts too, has counted for a long time. Anansi like Coyote, like Loki, the ones who, despite being of different pantheons understood him, and he moves a shaking hand to wipe the blood from Anansi's chin. He needs to hear this story, but he also needs to not let Anansi die, not for good.]
Sure, why not, no one tells a story like you.