catch the sun ➵ flight,, attempt

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If Aurum thought honestly to himself, or knew about the circumstances of how Crowley had become a demon, he probably would've thought that he was less worthy of being an angel than Crowley was. Not that he particularly wanted Crowley to still be an angel. From what limited memories Aurum had of what heaven was like, it was a shithole. All of these religions proclaimed that heaven was this wonderful place where all of your dreams would come true, but for Aurum...? It had been an absolute nightmare of a place to live. Perhaps that was partially because he was the archangel of sorrow, and had been subjected to almost all the pain in the universe just to have him fulfill his role, but either way... he never wanted to return to that place. But that was part of the reason that Crowley was far more qualified for angel hood than him. Aurum, upon learning he had been an angel, had turned his back on heaven and stubbornly clung to everything he had bereft, essentially telling the big man in charge to go fuck himself. Meanwhile, Crowley had just been curious – was curiosity truly a sin up there? The thought would've made Aurum scowl, if it weren't for the fact that his mind was currently turned to Crowley's wellbeing. Unfortunately for the guardsman, it seemed as though Crowley was not in the mood for comforting, if the way that he snapped venomously was anything to go by. Initially, the lion yanked his head back, his eyes widening a little bit at the other's furious and quick reassurance that he was fine – mainly just because Aurum had never seen the other be so absolutely pissed off before. Sure, Crowley tried to be scary and demon-esque like he was supposed to be, but often he didn't succeed, and he was actually pretty helpful most of the time, but this was completely different, and Aurum was ready to have to deal with yet another person having a breakdown, but it was then when Crowley finally relaxed.

It was sort of odd, the way that Crowley quickly flipped the switch to relax, but it sort of put Aurum at ease. What did surprise him, however, was the way that Crowley dragged out his s'es, something Aurum hadn't heard before from the demon. However, it sort of made sense, especially when Aurum caught sight of the other's eyes. They were only minority different from a normal feline's, but they sent a shock down the male's spine, and he hesitated for a moment before rumbling softly, "Alright, as long as you're sure you're okay... you know Selby or the others wouldn't mind taking care of your injuries or anything, since it's kind of their job." Crowley then focused on the incident that had just happened, and Aurum wanted to say that they could just move on from it without any worries, but Crowley had brought it up first, so Aurum just nodded a bit. He then said, shifting his wings upon his back and bringing one of them up to inspect it, as if he was worried his own wings were going to spontaneously stop working because Crowley's hadn't worked. Tail flicking from side to side behind him, Aurum sat down and said softly, "I guess it didn't work out, unless you were planning on crashing into the ground... why weren't you expecting it to work? Have you never tried flying before? Cause there are... easier ways to start learning." After all, there was a happy medium between Aurum's panic fueled way of learning and Feza's erratic and dangerous way of learning – although he had helped somewhat in making her way a bit less dangerous.

[glow=black,2,300]THE FREEDOM OF FALLING[/glow]