Just the Sun in Your Eyes

This is it. This is the part in the epics, in the sweetly sung stories that ring through the halls of Ios on warm evenings, where the hero proclaims his strength mightily, composes long stanzas of poetic fervor for his country, his love, whatever his cause is. Damen just breathes hard, the hot breaths sucked in noisily through his helmet slats, angles himself into a fighting stance, and nods at the man across from him. There is a sun on Auguste’s chest. There is a sun inside Damen’s, scorching and charring his ribcage. Auguste nods back. A fair match between two honorable men who both know what it will mean to lose.

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yet another Auguste!lives au fic