[he refuses to make a sound, pain choked down and smothered by the hand at his throat pressing into his windpipe. he can feel a bruise blooming around his wrist, and maybe he's shocked out of everything for those few seconds. bark digs into his skin. he thinks he's bleeding - he thinks he's looking up at something that shouldn't be in human skin.]
I've been touching you.
[sobering words, some fight flashing behind his eyes. skin to skin, his magic overlapping into Zephir's. August, finally, pushing past the weighty haze of desire. he falls for the trap, or makes it look like he does. he brings his injured arm up and wraps his hand around Zephir's wrist, bites through the pain by biting into this being's lower lip instead, enough to draw blood. revenge.]
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I've been touching you.
[sobering words, some fight flashing behind his eyes. skin to skin, his magic overlapping into Zephir's. August, finally, pushing past the weighty haze of desire. he falls for the trap, or makes it look like he does. he brings his injured arm up and wraps his hand around Zephir's wrist, bites through the pain by biting into this being's lower lip instead, enough to draw blood. revenge.]
What does your mercy look like?