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

Aurum put a great deal of trust in his fellow tanglers and as such, even though he could occasionally tell that Crowley was acting strangely or forcing himself to act a certain way, the guardsman had a habit of believing it. It was why Aurum believed that Crowley had a good deal of pride, and it was also why he seemed to be so delighted when Crowley broke from the roles he seemed to have been jammed into filling. Sure, before Aurum hadn't known that Crowley was a demon, but he had certainly realized that the other was putting on an act, and to just see that act crack, even only once or twice – or several times, depending on how charitable Crowley was feeling on a given day – sort of sent a thrill down Aurum's spine. Perhaps it was just because the angel had turned his back on his own predetermined role, and thus got satisfaction from seeing someone else breaking out of restrictive chains, or perhaps it was just because Aurum liked Crowley's true personality more than the mask he had to put on most of the time. Only time would truly be able to tell, and if wasn't the first thing on his mind at the moment. What really should've been on his mind was whether or not Crowley was okay after the tumble that he had taken, but... Crowley had repeated several times that he was alright, and it didn't seem as though he was seriously injured, so Aurum felt his interest and attention being pulled more and more towards the subject at hand – heaven and hell, demons and angels. It was all sort of... exciting, and new. Despite the fact that Aurum didn't relish his memories of heaven in the slightest, and had only recently rediscovered his status as a heavenly being, it still felt... nice. Like he and Crowley were part of some exclusive club that only they could really understand. Was hell as bad for Crowley as heaven had been for Aurum? The lion truly didn't know, but from how Crowley described his fellow demons, the guardsman couldn't imagine that it was pleasant.

When Crowley mentioned he would never have guessed that Aurum was an angel, a soft chuckle left the lion's mouth, his eyes seeming to drift far off for a moment as he rumbled, "Yes, well... even I didn't really see it coming at first. I only recently... remembered that I was one. Sent from above as a guardian... guess they thought it'd be best to wipe my memories clean so I could focus on the task at hand." Was Aurum slightly bitter that heaven had yanked that particular rug out from beneath him...? Somewhat, yes. He would've liked to have been able to remember that side of himself, and perhaps connect with others like him before this point, but it had also spared him from a great deal of misery and pain – on top of what he had already been suffering as a cub – so it wasn't a straightforward yes or no question. Still, the conversation thus far had curved into a more pleasant direction than it had started with, with Crowley snapping and frustrated at himself, and Aurum didn't want to put a damper on that with his own complicated relationship to heaven – even if Crowley had his own complicated relationship to hell, unbeknownst to the guardsman. Shifting his wings upon his back as he gave a light roll of his shoulders, Aurum offered a grin back at the demon, saying with a soft chuff as he spoke, "Suppose I should say it's an honor to be around a demon too. I never gave much credence to the thought that angels and demons were supposed to be mortal enemies, or that whole thing. I've gotta say though, it seems like a waste, just staying down in hell. After all, how would you cause trouble from down there?'" His voice was soft, and teasing, and he found himself honestly glad that, being the archangel of sorrow, it hadn't been drilled into him as much that demons were a threat. They had been mentioned offhandedly once or twice, but Aurum had been tasked with more important things to worry about, and the thought of something like that preventing him from interacting with Crowley now? Well, it just seemed ridiculous to him. He supposed it was yet another thing that heaven would have his head for, if they ever realized their guardian angel had gone rogue.

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