( dead? β that gives him pause. why would he think he's dead?
his brows furrow in confusion, eyes narrowing down at him. possibly to august's relief, pierce soon releases his hold on his chin. his focus instead hones in on the hand he now has clasped in his own, as he silently tries to sense the current stability of aug's magic. )
It could. ( a beat. ) But why the fuck would you think that you're dead? ( stg he doesn't keep track of everyone for several years andβ ) What happened before you got here? ( what did he miss by failing to be a good friend? )
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his brows furrow in confusion, eyes narrowing down at him. possibly to august's relief, pierce soon releases his hold on his chin. his focus instead hones in on the hand he now has clasped in his own, as he silently tries to sense the current stability of aug's magic. )
It could. ( a beat. ) But why the fuck would you think that you're dead? ( stg he doesn't keep track of everyone for several years andβ ) What happened before you got here? (
what did he miss by failing to be a good friend?)