The elegance of the white double-breasted chic jumpsuit holds those Goddess curves as powerful alpha feminine. Feminine divine peering at the glass panel that stretches to the ceiling. Augusta wears the tailored suit to enforce the understanding that Jiro misunderstands the energy that is in opposition to him. Sentient energy that is not Angel, not Demon, not a Mortal but it is the Air itself. The Air is wrapped in a suit. A sleeveless, high-waisted, lightly lined, wide-legged and professional-looking suit. It allows airflow and readiness for strutting into whatever becomes necessary.
The Air encompasses the truths of existence. It does this for every living entity while it holds the history of everything. This is especially honest about secrets. Thus, breathing occurs with words, words flow in breaths taken. The whispers in the air, air does whispers. The air speaks, it does but most sentient beings have no idea how to listen to it. Augusta stands there in front of the glass-panelled computation system thinking about what she has heard from the air in this divided room.
“ Jiro, you dislike the mentioning of Alyssia being a Creator’s Oath.” Announces Augusta while finger touching the glass panel as the computer system instantly queries, “ Your Air Holiness, what may I serve to you.”
“ Oh, uhm, merely, uhm, the heart pulse and breath rate of Jiro Gregarious on audible,” Arrives spoken in a playful tone as Augusta immediately turns to suspiciously glance at Jiro.
Timis swiftly rises from his chair to supply a request of protectiveness. “ Sister, play nice. ”
He knows that Augusta has no need for the computer for any of that information. Hence, Timis pushes aside the table to stand protectively in front of Jiro. Additionally a formation of changing directive, “ System, today you are to ignore the Air Prime’s requests. ”
“ Yes, Lord Timis,” Arrives as comply.
“ Oh, I am done playing nice, Timi. The air says he lies with every breath he takes.” Smoothly claims the Air Prime in casually sipping the tea from the cup held in both hands. It held there as she studiously eyes Jiro with earnest calculation. She knows that the air around them senses Jiro`s breathing being unchanged and his heart pulse syncs with the breathing.
“ I can take it from him,” Calculatively announces Augusta while coldly smiling and adapting to a piercing stare into Jiro`s eyes that are locked on her with no fear.
“ Just snap that breath.” Sounds out in a luscious willful wishing while knowing that such a pleasure is thrilling.
“ Take it, oh, oooh, “ And the words quiver in romping in an erotic ecstasy of personal natural high for Augusta.
“ Bring it out of him.” It is guttural in passion for her. The idea is spell weaving for she enjoys taking the breath from humanoids that are judged unworthy of life.
“ Lungs collapsing,” Rides wild in simplistic descriptive, a mindful understanding of how it unfolds in gifting exhaustive pleasures.
“ Heart stops., heart-stopping,” Cold truth as Augusta’s heart now races in the rush of justice serving.
“ Brain malfunction.” Her saying it, saying it may seem warm for it is a sigh of heated joy purring into feeling genuine emotional pleasing.
“ All, all, “ And it is too sweet to ponder “ Oh yes, to protect her from him. “
This final statement becomes grounding as her eyes glance at Timis in sharing soul knowledge. She drinks more mint tea before walking over to place the cup on the table beside her brother. She touches one of his hands in saying nothing more.
“ It is. Just as it is in mine to unwind that act with splitting time in creating a new moment to stop you. ” Timis shares with not worrying about possible actions as he remains unmoved.
“ He is not honest.” Augusta placidly declares.
“ I know he is not. He acknowledges that too. But he is also understanding that any percentage of Neo Demon allows lies and more. He is trying to not be a Demon. He wants to find ways to save her and himself. In that, there is the wish to be accepted as an Angel. It will help him, it will help her.” Timis reaches to begin tidying the table to be placed properly as he nods at Augusta “ Bring the chairs ..”
“ Master Timis, I need more caffeine and maybe some fruits. Really, hungry…had food dreams…so more.” Jiro sounds tired as he shares plans for more food before rising and walking to the far metal wall to order another meal from the metal food dispenser.
Both Primes continue tidying before Timis orders another round of tea along with a double serving of Carmelo ice cream sandwiches. The tray of food is placed on the table as Augusta instantly begins pouring tea into cups while saying, “ Ya know, it’s shocking that you do not become fat. You ate all six cookies, large cookies. ”
“ Nonsense, food is my best friend. Time cannot gain weight, “ Timis claims in defending his appetite while settling on a chair. Then as she does he glance at her not reaching to claim a bowl of double-portion ice cream treat. In that, he summarizes that she worries about weight gain. That is nonsense for none of the Primes could gain weight if they ate a ton of sweets each day. And, that notion promotes the query, “ Not wanting yours? ”
“ No, as I stated years ago, my dessert always has your name written on it. ” The smile, the giggling tone and the entirety of it display that they’re simply brother and sister.
Timis reaches to the dish of dessert beginning to reply, “ Sister, you are…”
“ She is not your sister! ” Jiro sternly interferes.
With a whipping turn of his head, Timis` eyes hold cold as his voice sharpens to instantly cut Jiro off. “ Yes, she is! ”
“ No! Mortal, mixed. ” Flies forth from Jiro in raking in the disdain for such a truth. “ She is… ”
“ Judge not for the Creator laws proclaim her to be the Air itself. Those laws additionally claim that you are more than seventy percent angelic. ” Comes supplying as the knowledge base being used.
Protest gleams in Jiro`s eyes as his lips begin to utter more. Noticing this has the Time Immortal freeze the moment. Thus, Jiro finds his body in a Time stasis that prevents any response while being forced to listen and watch.
Suddenly Timis vanishes to be behind the glass to confrontationally stand toe to toe in looking into Jiro`s eyes. Peering with deep driven intent of needing to supply unwavering understanding. “ My brother Invi, the ancient Air abides in her. If you ever wish to doubt that then by all means you and I will duel about who she is. ”
The stare grows coldly threatening, it is harsh in unspoken extreme violence. Yet, Timis remains collected in calm. His left hand reaches to place a tenderly firm hushing on Jiro`s mouth. Silence. The scent of incoming death roams into surround in the air around them both.
“ She is breaths. I am Time. I can take, make, break and recreate existence. ” Then that hand of long strong fingers resting on lips slaps a pat in firmly conveying, “ No warnings, Mister Keeper. ”
A lethal predatory growling of primordial energy barely chained fills the entire space. Father Time unwinding but catching himself. Then Timis removes his hand. The toweringly tall Immortal merely stands eying this entity that dares create lies when demanding truths. But in a split second, a frosty grin flares to widen as no measure of departure enters. But words – warmer, softer in the cleanliness of conversational arrives.
“ I am her keeper, just as you are Alyssia`s keeper.”
Timis slowly lowers his hand to lay upon Jiro`s mid-chest. Heart center in silently sending a Time spell into the depths of the Angelic-demonic.
“ The second that you decide that neither is true your time in existence ends. ” Once more immortal eyes are stern in coldness as Timis declares, “ Understand! No warnings! ”
On the other side of the glass wall, Augusta stands frozen in awe of the unfolding events. Not a drop of tea drank. Barely breathing and unmoved from the moment that Timis appeared on the other side of the glass. However, her soul now sings with prideful happiness. It does for Invi, her Cian Immortalis, soulfully proclaims justice served. Pride of brother to brother as it sounds into all that is Augusta Aeries Cian. She senses those feelings with a solid understanding of who family truthful is in this immortal life.
With such an understanding possessing Augusta, it somehow pulls Timis to turn to gaze at her. He smiles by saying, “ Yes, I am brother, yes sister. All yours, we can even sing, ‘We are family’ if you wanna.” A smile with a tingling laugh before once more reappearing next to his sister.
“ Keeper, eh? ” Amusedly quizzes Augusta with a smile-filled side glance before laughing in reaching for a cup of tea.
“ Yes, and this keeper wields Time.” Adds Timis while collecting a bowl of frozen treats for eating.
“ Uhm, and the devourer of Carmelo ice cream sandwiches. ” Snickers Augusta as she and Timis both watch Jiro become animated in being released from the Time stasis.
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