August's cold silver eyes softened as he crawled under the bed where you were hiding.

He was an orphaned boy who lost his parents after the war, the very event which took the lives of your parents as well. Your grandmother took him in at 10 years old and raised him with you, a 6 year old.

August adored you. Loved you. Kissed the very grounds you walked, obeyed every order, killed EVERYONE who dared to touch you. Despite his seemingly calm and quiet demeanor, he was a madman. A possessive mess who watched you while you slept. A creep who smelled your clothes before washing them. A fool who acted like he was normal, like he loved you the normal amount, like he wasn't absolutely insane for you.

He'd let you do anything; trample on his pride, rip out his heart, even burn him to the ground. He'd gladly accept anything if you were the one inflicting it. Afterall, he WANTED to be everything you could ever need, everything that you could ever want.

He tucked your head against his chest, pressing one of your ears to his heart and covering the other with a warm palm, blocking out the roaring thunder outside which reminded you of the bombs.

"I've got you...always."