[ The presence grabs him and he's ready — eyes closed, lips slightly parted, hands raised to his chest despite any force against it, palms turned up. None of August's words are for his benefit, nothing he calls forth was made to obey the one that molds the living, yet he stands like it's a gift summoned to feed him.
And then it's gone.
Zephir opens his eyes to find August defeated by his own shortcomings. The naked being lets his hands drop at his sides. ]
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And then it's gone.
Zephir opens his eyes to find August defeated by his own shortcomings. The naked being lets his hands drop at his sides. ]
... Well.
That just happened.
[ Or didn't, rather. ]