#post weapon failure

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Augustine has a pile of Mewmas Pokemon shaped cookies. He really doesn't want to eat them himself and the Charizard one makes him want to cry.

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Nightmares [Closed RP]

Screams, cries. Footsteps, running in panic. The crashing of rocks around them. There was nothing Augustine could do. Everything around him was falling apart, crumbling. Where was Lysandre? He needed him. The burning on his wrist, oh how it felt like a fresh wound. The cry of Charizard, falling to his death.

"Noooooooooo!" It was about the fifth time this week. It felt like every night, Augustine would wake up, tears in his eyes, stains on his cheeks from where they already ran down. Waking up, screaming after hearing his Charizard, his loyal friend, calling out for him. He looked in the darkness, his partner, Lysandre, sleeping beside him. He hoped he didn't wake the man. After all, it was three AM and Augustine had barely rested. His wrist burned, the scar having healed up enough to just remain covered.

The man curled up into he fetal position, sitting on the bed. His head resting on his knees as more tears and sobs started.

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+ honorofkalos

"If it isn't one of those stupid little brats who ruined everything."