#c: august

[matteolazkano]

where, —  august's home closed  — @moonpains

He couldn't remember much from that night. Memories foggy, drowned in haze — a distant plea, and the look in August's eyes that penetrated his insides, like a sharp knife that kept twisting, and twisting. A nightmare he kept on reliving, without having to close his eyes. The moment he awoke — bare and alone in the woods, Matteo knew the worst had happened. A torn up piece of fabric still clutched in his hand, that had been once in between claws — bloody, and with hair still stuck to it. The beast had ripped it right off the woman he'd killed that night. The stench of blood still lingering in the air, still strong in his nose, as he made his way to August.

That morning, Matteo rushed to his daughter first. Made sure the girl was safe, and knew nothing of what had happened. Wolves of his pack guarded her that night. knew to protect her from her own father. Stop him. Kill him, if they had to.

But August — he was alone, when the wolf faced him. Faint, distant memories of his claws reaching for the younger wolf, tearing through flesh — no, no, no.

Panting, desperate he banged his fist against the other's door, "August — It's me, please —" it wasn't me, this wasn't me — "Please, open the door."

[redratt]

August Fuogna,

11th Generation Gangrel.

Flesh of the Corpse. Glowing Eyes. Visible Fangs.

[emersonxcassidy]

closed

Emerson had only been back in town for all of a week and while it was still all kind of overwhelming, it was still...comforting, in a way. She walked familiar streets and went by familiar storefronts with muscle memory. And also like muscle memory, was the path that she’d found herself walking that afternoon. It was almost intrinsic, unconscious as she turned down sidewalks and made her way through the town, walking from the apartment building to the center of town where the shops were- heading to one in particular.

It was a path she’d walked countless times in her teens, to a store she spent so much time in it was almost like a second home to her. Tidal Wave. The music store. Where he was. 

August was her brother’s friend, and had been her friend too--even if she’d always naively wondered about more. He was older and protected her, took care of her when Jameson had gone to jail. He taught her about music and she taught him about books. August had supported her choice to go away for school, was her shoulder to cry on...he’d been so much for her, meant so much to her..and once she left, they’d lost touch. A small, self-conscious part of her wondered if he’d missed her..or if he’d even thought of her at all. That part of her made her steps slow as she turned the corner and saw the store. But yet she kept on walking, her heart in her throat and her stomach in knots as she hesitated just a second more before finally walking in.

The familiar smell of the store filled her lungs, hundreds of memories fluttering through her mind, and then as she looked around she finally saw him--because even from behind, and even after five years...she’d recognize him anywhere. Nervously, she walked over to where he was, taking in a slow, shaky breath before she cleared her throat softly, “I-I um...I was wondering if..you could maybe help me find something?”

@augustcollins​

[silvcrignis]

Beep beep new idiots here

[lucie-newman]

"Yeah but Merrock rats," she held one hand palm up and did the same with her other as she continued, "city rats." She lifted one then the other like a scale balancing weights. "Think I'll take our wholesome country version over the sewer mutants I saw traveling."

The smile she was wearing, lopsided with her teasing, froze a little as he mentioned James. She felt the flare of something protective in her. "You sure this James wants to be chased?"

"That's good to know honestly. I mean i mostly believe you but you never know if there's some rats roaming around here. I mean you may not see them as much as in New York City or any of the larger cities in the country. But I bet you they still are around here." He mentioned. Then he shrugged, "I mean of course he does. His name is James Adams." He told the woman. He wasn't really sure why he was telling someone he didn't even know but it was nice to just say.

[jenniferhills]

for me, it was enough to live for the hope of it all.

[thatsbelievable]

[teartra]

When Auguste said, “Good bye, Roderick. I’m going home to my husband, my kids, their kids. I’m the richest man in the world, do you know that?”

It’s a big slap to Roderick

[paragal]

Clingyduo discovers fun

[abusabat]

humans  were  simple  creatures.  even  when  they  had  godly  blood  coursing  through  their  systems  it  seemed.  seeing  how  the  other  worked  hard  to  fixate  his  gaze  elsewhere  meant  that  there  was  something  right  in  front  of  him  he  wanted  to  see.  waaiz  stepped  forward  and  stuck  out  his  hand.  he  snaked  it  out,  moving  it  up  to  push  the  other's  hair  back.  “  don't  worry,  when  the  archery  grounds  open  again  i  will  be  sure  to  show  how  killer  i  could  be.  ”  a  small  smirk  spread  across  his  face.  he  too  was  guilty  on  fixating  on  certain  things.  this  time,  it  was  his  handy  crossbow.  “  but  a  handsome  man  like  you?  i  feel  like  you'd  do  well  with  the  dragons.  your  hair  looks  sexy  pushed  back  and  it  gives  way  to  that  big  brain  of  yours.  any  puzzle  erasmo  or  kiara  have,  you'd  probably  pass  with  flying  colors.  ”

attention always flitted from one thing to another, lingering only to whatever could stimulate his mind the best at any given time. but one look at the other man and regard was practically grabbed by the throat ────── but who wouldn't react the same way to that outfit ? he might often prefer the company of books and data, but august was certainly no prude. but he tried to focus on the younger man's words despite such clear-cut distractions in front of him. " i think you should try your skills at the games instead of just cheering everyone on, " august shrugged, glancing towards the sky for a moment just so it wouldn't look like he was staring for too long. " but i guess i couldn't really say no to such freely given support, which game do you suggest i enter ? "

[teratomat]

Say you win. If you could catch them all, take all of it, all the greed, the foulness, the rot in the world and sit down across from it, what would you say? Was it ever going to be enough?

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER 1x02 "The Masque of the Red Death"

[matteolazkano]

where,  — masquerade ball closed  — @moonpains

A pat fell on his shoulder, with the heaviness and warmth of a father who's just managed to drag their kid out to socialise, for once. And that kid has even managed to put on a suit, Matteo's mouth instantly shaping into a congratulatory smile. "Well done, August!" he let his hand rest for a while.

His other hand was busy with his second drink — something much lighter than he was usually having. "Glad you could make it." he'd continue to say that if the younger wolf phoned a couple of people, he'd surely find a date, but Matteo wasn't good at that talk, and his own dating life was a trainwreck ever since he lost his wife.

"Don't go too hard at the bar, okay?" because they never new, among a crowd like that, who was lurking for a pray. Hard at the bar — that only reminded him to check on Liam too. His next words came out in a lower voice, "We don't know who's out there."

[imjustusingthistolikeartists]

Roderick: And then she died.

Dupin: Cool story, how'd you know about the parts you weren't there for?

[forsapphics]

(x)

[charlotte-of-wales]

The Prince and Princess of Wales send a message to Team GB after the 2024 Paris Olympics Games | August 11, 2024

[lonestarflight]

Cryotank Fuel Cells on the Apollo 1 Service Module (SM-012) at North American's Downey facility in California.

Date: August 7, 1966

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