Hunter McCoul

August sits up, much to my distress, their warmth stolen. Their robe falls off their shoulder and I wonder if the universe is trying to tempt me. Then they give me that look, the one that sets my hairs standing on end.

“Get. Up.”

August is extra bossy when you live with them. I like it.

Augustus Willenheim  -  @whenthenightcomesgame “Their hair rises as if on a breeze, suspended around them, their eyes swallowed by the brightest, most vivid violet.”

Acrylic paint, Copic pen and markers on recycled paper. Inktober 2019 - 10/10/2019

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August sits up, much to my distress, their warmth stolen. Their robe falls off their shoulder and I wonder if the universe is trying to tempt me. Then they give me that look, the one that sets my hairs standing on end.

“Get. Up.”

August is extra bossy when you live with them. I like it.