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( ஐ = slapping them )
tw: blood
sometime in the future...
“You know, when someone is coughing blood you really shouldn’t slap them.” August commented dryly, holding his now blood smeared cheek.
“You fucking deserve it for what you are doing to yourself.” Emma snarled with a furious look in her eye. “Wake up, Rookwood. Or better yet, get some actual fucking sleep. Maybe that will help you clear up whatever shit is going on in your head to make it come to this.”
Augustus laughed weakly at her comment on his sleep schedule. Clutching his chest, another round of coughs coated his lips in blood. As he fell to one knee, he looked up at Emma with a pleading gaze.
Help me.
Instead he got a cold but conflicted look. “You brought this on yourself, you know. Dark Arts? Really? What happened to Grey?” Emma stated cruelly. Pausing, the air was thick with regret and insecurity. Looking away, she asked more quietly. “Was everything you said a lie?”
Vision blurry, Augustus felt faint; at her words and his illness. He had been a fool. Rookwood had known that there was a chance his body would react negatively to too much Dark Arts too quickly. Regret wasn’t something he had ever felt before, until know. He regretted so much now.
“I’m sor-”
He collapsed.
