catch the sun ➵ flight,, attempt

[wormwood.]

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Repulsive. There were a great many things that Aurum found repulsive, such as Pittians or senseless violence, but Crowley was far from something that Aurum found repulsive. Crowley or his strange snake eyes. To be fair, Aurum wasn't entirely sure what he felt when it came to Crowley, but he knew that it wasn't disgust or repulsion. He notices that flash – that quick, guarded, hidden flash of self doubt and worry – that dashed over Crowley's face, but just as fast as it had come, it was gone, and Crowley was softly joking and brushing himself off, shaking out his paws and putting Aurum at ease. Aurum still wasn't sure he was alright with Crowley hiding away his emotions like he usually did, but... he wasn't going to bring that up now, not wanting to wound the demon's already fragile composure. Crowley might not have thought that he was worth stressing over, but Aurum had to disagree, thinking that every single one of his clanmates was worth worrying over, Crowley in particular. Aurum wasn't sure why he felt such a connection with the male, but it had happened quickly, and he felt a sort of protective air when it came to Crowley – even though the other constantly acted like he was such hot shit. Inside, Crowley was fucking scared, and even if Aurum didn't know of what, he did know that he was going to fight against whatever it was tooth and fucking nail, even if it ended with him in the ground rather than the demon.

When Crowley said that he hadn't learned to fly, a soft chuckle left the lion as he glanced up at the tree the demon had thrown himself from just moments earlier, "Yeah, uh, I think I could've figured that out from you taking that tumble from up there. You fell pretty gracefully though." He joked softly, trying to lighten the mood and put Crowley a bit at ease – the other seemed like he desperately needed it. Crowley then continued on in his little speech, saying that being flightless was a characteristic of his "kind." Confusion flicked immediately over the angel's face, and he needed more information, stepping a little bit closer to the other and tilting his head to one side as his eyes traced over Crowley's wings, "Crowley? What do you mean, by your kind? A winged cat? Cause I'm pretty sure most winged cats can fly, with enough effort. Or did you mean... something else?" Aurum knew what it was like, having a side of yourself that you couldn't truly talk to other people about. He had only discovered he was an angel about a month ago, but it already felt like a huge part of him that was completely different from everybody else, seeming so distant and strange.

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