#august.

[dovecrys]

♡ – continued from here, @prcperdose

Evan is doting. Evan looks at August like he's God, which August finds amusing considering, like, fucking everything. It's the kind of thing that brings a certain weakness in his knees. August cannot handle adoration in small doses. Everything is worth consuming without moderation, without decorum. Every nerve ending feels burnt to the touch whenever Evan is near. August, truly, just cannot help himself.

The warmth of Evan is a comfort that August desperately seeks in moments like this. He's out of his element. He's all fucked up. He's never really been this fucking far from home, and everything feels completely ungrounding. But here? To be tucked away in a private moment with Evan pressed up against the wall like this – it brings August right back down to earth. August pulls his lips from Evan's neck to pass a pointed glare. "You're the best fuckin' prize, baby. I don't want anything else." His words are spoken like a biblical truth, like it's not something for Evan to ever question. August rolls his eyes, though his pride wears itself in a coy smirk. "Yeah, c'mon, tell me how proud you are of me."

[puzz1e-master]

[litmoons-archived]

“   stop   acting   like   i   wanted   to   be   paired   with   you   !   you   think   i   did   this   ?   ”

[sadistas]

no words to be honest

[everseens]

zoe and august had been spending some extra time together recently collaborating on a new project (and outside of working together as well). but the last time the two hung out left a bit of a bad taste in her mouth, and overall zoe just wasn't impressed. but regardless, the project wasn't finished and the two had plenty of studio sessions to spend together. she decided to put their personal matters to the side and just focus on the music. "hey, sorry i'm late--" they rushed into the studio. although she was only about five minutes late, she was always someone who prided herself in her professionalism with her music. "traffic was a bitch." as soon as she stepped into the studio, there was a tense energy hitting her. she knew this was going to be an awkward session, but they just needed to push through it. / @gccdwitch

[ofphobos]

where. fates’ who. @augustcavaliere​

Erik Alstroemeria had been someone special to Kaan. He had been a fellow Sovereign, a mentor despite how Kaan had been significantly older than him, but most of all, he had been a rather close friend through the short amount of years they had known each other. Perhaps Erik had always known who Kaan truly was, perhaps he had seen past the simple use of blood magic to the necromancer within. Or perhaps it had just been another lie that Kaan had needed to keep from another that he had been close to. And maybe it was because of that connection to Erik, that Kaan found himself otherwise unable to simply give up on August. The young witch had solidified his connection to the Necronomicon, and had propelled himself so far down that road that Kaan wasn’t certain there was any hope of drawing him back. But he would have to certainly try, if not for the memory of Erik, then for August himself. “It’s certainly interesting how so many still come here,” he mused from his place at the bar, fingers lightly touched to the rim of an old fashioned glass.

[oraculumx]

where. the wedding who. @augustcavaliere

“Ah, ah, ah. So the day has finally come,” he chimed with an all too knowing smile rooted into his features. There was no need to ask August of what had happened, or how it had happened, for Bastien had already known what the other would be getting up to. A truly beautiful aspect of being an oracle, for really, he never needed to ask about the latest or the gossip, or even the hot tea that was going around the city. “It is a shame you didn’t bring back any little souvenirs,” though his type of souvenirs were hardly trinkets from a gift store, and more so, viable items to see into the future.