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“…I always liked your scars,” Augute hums. “They… they’re really rugged.”
“Hum,” Sebate murmurs with faux tepidness, “You have them too.” He deflects.
“Well, I know… I just, they look better on you. You know? A, uhm… a big tough guy, I guess.”
Sebate fails to stop the subtle smile Augute’s words bring him. Although he appreciates the praise, he can’t suppress the shame that the ugly marks bring him.
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Sebate can’t hide the way Augute’s touch causes goosebumps to ripple across his neglected skin. He finds himself paralyzed in both shame and something close to infatuation, his brain running in circles for some sort of solution.
“…What do you want from me?” Sebate sputters. The wording is defensive, but he speaks to Augute softly.
Augute instinctively shrinks away.
“Sorry. Nothing.”
Sebate blinks, feeling cold at the loss of contact. He has to physically pull the strength out of himself to stop Augute, deeply embedded in his own shame.
“No. I… didn’t mind.”
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“Why do you care so much? Everyone has their crutch, Augute. Just tell me what you want from me.” Sebate starts defensively, but his voice quickly shrinks. He takes another sip of the alcohol.
Augute frowns and begins to absentmindedly tap his fingers against the counter as he speaks. He tries to keep himself above water now that all of Sebate’s attention is on him. He swallows awkwardly.
“You woke up yelling and then dramatically fell on your side. I… I heard it. It woke me up. I was wondering what happened,” he gestures with his free hand to emphasize the simplicity of his point.
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whatever i think of involving them. au's, my own lore, etc. just a buncha stuff with builderman and roblox
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It hurts so much.
So, so much.
This time, it would surely kill him.
It can’t. No, no, no. Not yet. He still has family he hasn’t sent letters to. To tell them he’s okay. That he’s going to make it. To return home when the dust finally settles.
He’s not a religious man, not anymore, but a piece of him prays for some sort of savior. A miracle. Anything. Then, a large shadow passes over his vision.