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

When Snarl approached, Aurum turned and dipped his head to the hyena, the words leaving her mouth quite similar to what he had thought to himself before – after all, Crowley didn't have to chuck himself off of the highest possible point that he could find. Still, it seemed as though Crowley, even though he knew he wouldn't actually be able to achieve flight, wanted to at least have an experience that was similar to flight, and Aurum did have to admit that taking off from the ground probably wouldn't achieve anything like that in the slightest if Crowley couldn't truly fly. Part of Aurum almost wanted to suggest to Crowley that if the other truly wanted to fly, then the guardsman would always be willing to let the other ride on his back, considering the demon was small enough that he probably wouldn't have too much trouble with taking flight, even with the added weight. However, the more logical part of him reminded him that Crowley seemed to be a prideful demon, constantly trying to prove that he really was what he was supposed to be, and trying his best not to be helpful even when he was doing just that. Aurum found himself doubting that the feline would ever take his offer to just rest on him while he flew for the both of them, just because Crowley would be admitting weakness and showing some vulnerability. That was technically what Crowley was doing right now, but Aurum could tell by the other's body language that he wasn't particularly fond of the feeling of opening up, even after taking such a tumble.

While Aurum was carefully inspecting Crowley's wings – resisting the strong urge to reach a paw out and touch them – he found himself comparing his own with the demon's, noticing pretty quickly that Crowley's wings were like that of a... well, crow. Aurum's wings resembled more those of a dove, although more in the constructed than the coloration, since his mix of golden and red couldn't be any farther from the pure white of a dove if the universe was trying to make them different. Aurum was shaken from his thoughts when Crowley answered his question, the angel's wings widening slightly at the revelation that Crowley was a demon. He noticed the way that the other lengthened some of his s's,  seeming uncomfortable with the subject as he quickly proclaimed that he wasn't that good of a demon. Aurum rumbled curiously as he tilted his head to one side, his ears perked forward as he looked over Crowley again, taking his eyes and his wings as he breathed, "Oh, a demon...? I've never met a demon before. Never thought about if their wings would work or not..." Aurum's eyes darted over to Snarl for a moment, seeming to quietly contemplate whether he wanted to keep his identity a secret or not, before just deciding to say fuck it. Stretching out his own wings, Aurum rumbled softly to Crowley, "It's pretty funny you're the first demon I've ever met, considering I'm an angel." It was a simple statement, meant to be casual and murmured as if he wasn't even thinking about it, but... it still felt oddly significant, somehow. Perhaps just because of how angels and demons had always been represented on opposite sides, and he found that he rather enjoyed Crowley's company?

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