cold months ➵ bringing plants in

[wormwood.]

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

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

Aurum knew that Crowley liked plants, after all, it was pretty obvious to find out, considering the fact that the demon had helped the guardsman when he had been setting up his own garden. Not to mention the fact that Aurum had been around when Crowley had brought in a huge cart of plants to grow. Ever since then, Aurum had assumed that Crowley had been taking care of the plants somewhere within the territory, although he didn't know exactly where, since he didn't want to make Crowley uncomfortable by messing with the other's business. When the weather began to become more chilly, however, Aurum began to grow worried for plants that weren't grown through something like earth elementals. Although he certainly didn't have a green paw, the guardsman was fairly sure that his fledgling little garden wouldn't die through the winter, thanks to the fact that the various different species of plants were backed up by the power of his elementals. Even now, as leaves rained down from the trees, none of the plants in his garden were even beginning to darken or look less than in tip top shape, some even beginning to bloom if they hadn't already. It was impressive, but it also made Aurum worried for Crowley's plants, which he were fairly sure weren't grown through anything but hard work and nature.

Aurum had been resisting asking about the plants for as long as possible, not wanting to make Crowley feel like he was intruding, but also not wanting the demon to be sad if his plants did end up dying. However, when he was flying over the territory and watching over everything, he caught sight of Crowley in the dirt, pulling at one of his several plants and grunting in frustration at the effort. A soft chuckle left the angel as he moved to land nearby, trotting over and biting his tongue as he watched Crowley worm his way forward to dump the plant he had struggling against within the pot. Aurum mumbled softly as he moved forward, gently lifting up one of the leaves with a paw and inspecting it curiously, "Hey Crowley... you bringing your plants inside for the winter? You got enough room? If not, I can help out by keeping some inside my place. I mean, I've got Roy in there too, but I've gotten rid of a bunch of my books, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind having some plants in the house too." In all honesty, Aurum wasn't sure how Roy felt about plants – besides just being worried about setting them on fire – but hopefully it would lighten up their shared house a little bit if Crowley did need help. Of course, there was always the chance that Crowley didn't need any help at all, and the demon had plenty of room within his house to both relax and keep his plants healthy – even if it seemed like Crowley's ways of "keeping his plants healthy" was a bit different from how Aurum had always imagined a gardener would deal with them. Aurum had only actually heard the serval talking to his plants once or twice before, but it was usually in very tense tones, or in threatening phrases that seemed to make the plants shiver in their pots.

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