SOMEONE'S GETTING ATE UP ☆ crowley

[wormwood.]

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

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

While Aurum, over his several months of being within the group, had amassed many friends both within and outside of Tanglewood, it seemed as if Crowley was a lot different from many of his other friends. At first he hadn't been able to put his paw on exactly why that was, but now that he knew that Crowley was a demon, he was pretty sure he could. For the longest time after finding out about his origins, Aurum had assumed that he would be cut off from all other celestial life. After all, he had turned his back on heaven, and had been heavily warned away from hell, so why was he to believe he would meet any other angels or demons in his lifetime? But then, Crowley had showed up, and it was almost like the universe had simply said, "you're both different from the others and just a bit hopeless – here, meet." Aurum wasn't truly sure what to make of it, but he couldn't say that he was unhappy. He enjoyed Crowley's company, and it was nice to have someone he could plausibly talk to about matters involving heaven or hell. After all, most of the other tanglers either wouldn't even know where to start upon knowing both were real, or just assumed he was making up entirely. The closest he had gotten before was Delilah and Lilith, but Lilith hated angels, and that had made it a bit hard to discuss anything with her, let alone his very nature. It made him wonder if she had experienced similar negative experiences with where she came from, or if she had just been so thoroughly brainwashed she couldn't think for a moment that there could be an ounce of good in an angel.

A soft chuckle left Aurum as he heard Crowley's sleepy, sun-addled words of greeting, and he couldn't help the small smile that graced itself upon his muzzle, faintly amused by the way that Crowley presented himself. The demon acted like he hated socializing and being nice and all that other stuff that was unbecoming of him, but Aurum was fairly sure that wasn't true. At first he hadn't been able to place why the hell Crowley would try to hide his helpful nature in the first place, but now that he knew what Crowley was and what he was pressured to be like, it made more sense. Padding a bit closer, the guardsman settled into a laying down position beside Crowley, leaving a bit of distance between them as he let the sun bathe down over his back as well. He might not have been cold blooded, but that didn't mean that it didnt feel heavenly on his golden fur and wings, "Don't say that too loud. Before long you'll be at the point where Feza and I are, and you'll be a guardsman with responsibilities beyond just lazing around." A soft chuckle left him before he continued, shaking his head a bit, "I guess I just wanted to talk to you some more about heaven and hell, angels and demons, all of that... I haven't really had anybody around in the past that I could talk about such things with, not to mention the fact that even if I had, I didn't think they'd have the same... let's just say unique opinion about how things work up above and down below. Well... I don't actually really know how things work down there, but I certainly know that heaven isn't all that it's cracked up to be." A soft frustrated sigh left him as he remembered the glaring pristine white of what he could remember, and the constant suffering in the "pursuit of being a good archangel." He wanted to snarl right now over being such a pushover back then, but what could he have done? That was just his way of life at the time – he hadn't known that there was anything else.

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