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

Truthfully, if Snarl had expressed her opinions on things such as heaven and hell, as well as demon and angels, Aurum wouldn't have much of a defense against her, nor would he particularly want to defend his words. After all, all he had now were his memories of heaven along with his wings and powers, and none of those were truly solid evidence that heaven and hell existed, considering many others had powers without claiming that they were heavenly. Aurum found he didn't really care if someone believed, however. It wasn't as if he was a perfect poster child for heaven, much like Crowley wasn't the perfect poster child for hell, and the guardsman found that he didn't particularly want to be viewed differently because of his status as an archangel. After all, he had just been Aurum the lion before he had rediscovered his past, and he was still Aurum the lion now, loyal to Tanglewood and nobody else. He really did wonder if that would ever come back to bite him in the ass, but if it ever did, he would be ready to face whatever threat was thrown his way head on. The members of Tanglewood had been more family to him than anyone in heaven or the pride had ever been, and this place was home. He wasn't going to leave it without a serious fight, and if he had known about Crowley's worries, he would've been willing to help Crowley face his – quite literal – demons as well.

When Snarl mentioned that he seemed the type to be an angel, his wings shifted upon his back and a soft, faintly embarrassed laugh left him. Truthfully, everything she has said had been true, but he never really thought about it. Pretty much anyone in Tanglewood could corroborate the fact that Aurum was a mother hen, particularly his son. He mumbled after a moment, fluffy tail flicking back and forth, "I wouldn't say too nice. I prefer to think of it as just nice enough." His joking tone and look faltered slightly when Crowley spoke, mentioning that he didn't know heaven could wioe memories, but Aurum recovered quickly, clearing his throat before mumbling, "Yeah, trust me, I didn't know they could either, until it happened to me... turns out heaven isn't the greatest place to work. Don't even get good health benefits." He attempted to joke away the faint look of pain that glazed over his eyes as he thought back to the decades upon centuries of suffering he had gone through in heaven, but it only somewhat worked. Thankfully, Crowley saved it, talking about his own former duty as the one field agent that hell actually kept at their disposal. Shrugging off his former remorse over the past, Aurum laughed and said, shaking his head a little bit, "I'm sure that'll be a hell of a spot to fill. I'm sure that you were a fine troublemaker. Perhaps they'll get wise with you gone and actually send out more than one demon to do the tempting." A small part of the angel wanted to ask why exactly Crowley had decided to abandon hell, as he had decided to abandon heaven, but he refrained, noting it away as something to ask at a later date, perhaps when they had more privacy.

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