RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana"]”i don’t expect you too.” it was almost immediate, slowly stepping off the porch to sit just in front of the steps as his brother said something about him getting off his porch. he figured it was meant literally, and he wanted worm to calm down, even if it’s just a bit. staring up at his brother, he realised just how small he still was, despite his mane growing out more, and the extra inch he had gained in the short time he was away. “i won’t keep things from you, i.. im just waiting for you to.. calm down before i tell you this last bit. you may actually be quite happy.. maybe. i don’t know..”

[wormwood.]

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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The proxy watched numbly as Poet climbed down and off of his porch, his breath coming out ragged and tired as he just stared. The flames that had been burning brightly against the edges of his coat seemed to finally die down and snuff themselves out once he had calmed somewhat. He looked down at Poet when the other stopped in front of him, his one blue eye a little bit red from crying as he towered over his brother. The size difference between the two of them was still staggering, especially with Aurum's upright position. His wings only added onto it, pressed firmly up against his spine as he let his claws slowly release from the earth. When he finally spoke, his deep voice was scratchy from tears, and he sounded faintly tired, "I... I find it hard to believe that you've brought good news with you, considering the first thing you said when you got here is that everyone was dead." His tone might've been considered more joking, had he been a little less wrecked.

━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━

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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana"]he offered the most reassuring smile he could offer, but it was just the slightest bit shaky. “i said they were gone, not dead.. i don’t know where they went, but..” he took a deep breath. staring down at his paws as he tried to decide if telling worm this next bit of information was even a good thing. he knew his brother had been crushed when it first happened, considering.. “or father is.. alive. somehow. when i woke up he was roaming the city looking for us, and.. well, i told him i knew where you were, but i told him to wait a week or two so i could tell you everything g and let you have time to.. process, everything.” the explanation was slow, his head lowering slightly as he watched his reaction. please no more flames, he thought, those are horrifying. when did you even begin to have flames?

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DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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Of all the things that Aurum had expected Poet to possibly tell him, his father being alive was not one of them. Truthfully he hadn't known what the hell Poet was going to tell him, but Aethelwulf being alive? It hadn't even crossed his mind for the barest minimum of seconds, and when Poet said it, it felt like a swift punch of surprise right to the gut. Aurum just stared down at the other for a long moment, his brain trying and failing to process the information that he had just been given. Sure, he had heard of people coming back from the dead. Hell, he had come back from the dead not too long ago, but Aethelwulf? It just seemed so... impossible. Eventually he managed to speak, his voice a faint wheeze, "I... you... what? You can't... that can't be true. Aethelwulf... Dad cannot possibly be alive. I saw... I saw him dead. He's been gone so... so long." Aurum didn't sound angry this time, instead he just sounded confused, and perhaps a little bit upset. Not necessarily about Aethelwulf being alive, but just the shock of it all.

━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━