The room that Augus found himself in was dim, and he struggled to make out the figures and cast shadows that hid in its darkness - he thought it a fruitless effort to search for a light source, and even in the happenstance that he found one, he would hardly consider it a win; sight didn’t matter to him as much as other things.
The space outside his prison suddenly illuminated, a soft, welcoming light weaving through the metal bars, warming him where it touched his damp skin; a man materialized from where the light had began, leaning casually against the bars and looking over Augus with a careful gaze - he seemed oddly concerned. Augus didn’t know the man, didn’t recognise his face (regardless of its aesthetic), and he definitely was unknowing of why he found himself imprisoned by someone who clearly lacked the cold demeanour of any normal captor; Augus refused to meet his gaze in a final act of defiance, though he would admit that the stranger was an exceptional specimen.
"From what I’d heard of you, Each Uisge, I had expected a beast."
(Why wasn’t Augus the beauty? Because fuck everything that’s why - But I had an alternate AND THIS IS IT)
Augus Each Uisge was laying in the grass reading, being happy and emotionally stable for once, when a shadow was suddenly cast over him. He looked up, surprised to see Gwyn ap Nudd menacingly staring down at him.
A tense moment passed between them, Gwyn’s eyes narrowing; when he finally spoke, it was a growl…