11-16-2019, 01:14 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
It isn't exactly entirely surprising that Roy didn't end up getting to know Leroy very well before the other had ended up meeting his unfortunate fate. After all, Roy had been missing for a while there as a result of the Pitt and their evil ways, and even if he had been in Tanglewood the whole time, he probably wouldn't have had many chances to get closer to Leroy anyways. After the former proxy had found out about his diagnosis, the canine had retreated from the rest of the group, first to his own hiding places, and then to the home of Crow and Selby. Aurum supposed he could understand now why the male had done this, considering what had happened at the scene of Leroy's death. It was pretty obvious that Crow and Leroy had been involved, and Aurum knew that he would want to spend as much time as possible with those that he loved before he left the mortal coil – even if he wasn't sure that he could leave it, given his angelic status. Still, Aurum had found himself wishing many a time that Leroy hadn't become such a shut-in during his last few weeks, just so that he and the others could perhaps make the proxy's last bit of time happy. Although, if he had just been spending his time with Crow in his last few days, then perhaps he already could've been as happy as happy could be. Perhaps they had ended up drinking the whiskey together, or perhaps Leroy had decided to drink it all on his own, just as one final "fuck it" before he shuffled off to go meet the grim reaper. Either way, the guardsman found himself wishing that Roy could've properly met the canine, if only because Aurum had ended up respecting him so much.
Aurum knew full well that as of late, Roy had begun to become worried about him and his habit of working himself to near death for others, usually as a method of combatting against his emotions. Truly, the angel knew that he ended up doing it anyways, and it wasn't like it was something that surprised him, but the thought of stopping scared him more than the realization of his habits had. After all, if he stopped, he would have to actually confront his feelings head on, and the thought was so horrifying that it was about enough to make his wings curl back down into his body. Still, it seemed as though despite his best efforts, he had still ended up getting caught in a moment of weakness and quiet contemplation, thanks to this damn bottle showing up on his porch. Part of him wanted to cuss Leroy out in the afterlife, perhaps give the male a damn good laugh wherever the hell he was now, but a larger part of him was just too grieving and exhausted to actually go through with it. The feeling made him just want to turn around and go back inside, and curl up in his bed to sleep the day away. Hell, he even knew that he probably wouldn't even face that much resistance from Roy. The boy would just probably come inside with him, curling up at his father's side and keeping him company as he finally slept off the hours upon hours he had thrown himself into the last few days. The strange relief of the mental image made a faint huff of air leave Aurum, followed by tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, gently staining the surface of the glass bottle.
Aurum almost didn't even realize that Roy had come out onto the porch with him, until he saw the small shadow beside his, darkening another portion of the wood. He was so lost in his emotions that he nearly didn't look up, but then he heard the tiger's concerned voice, and his head jerked up, a paw quickly moving to wipe away the thick tears that had graced his face. A soft laugh left the guardsman when he heard Roy's tone, recognizing it as one of caution and faint apprehension, more than likely because of the purpose of the bottle that his father was holding. The only reason Aurum was able to laugh about it was because Roy thinking he had perhaps drank it was possibly one of the things farthest from the truth at the moment. Still, he shook off his faint amusement after only a moment or so, pushing the bottle to one side and letting his gaze fall on the wood planks beneath him, trying to hide the sorrow in his one eye, "Ah, Roy... I didn't realize you were up..." Part of him wanted to dodge the question, and just attempt to get on with a somewhat normal morning where he could just get on with his day, but he knew that Roy was smarter than to just let him do that, and after a moment he was clearing his throat, "That... that is a bottle of whiskey... well, it was a bottle of whiskey. It's just a bottle now. I gave it to a friend of mine – Leroy – a couple of months ago... I guess he brought it back before he passed..." He wasn't sure how to explain the emotional significance that it held to him despite what it was, so he could only really hope that his shaky barely held together speech was enough to get his feelings across.
Aurum knew full well that as of late, Roy had begun to become worried about him and his habit of working himself to near death for others, usually as a method of combatting against his emotions. Truly, the angel knew that he ended up doing it anyways, and it wasn't like it was something that surprised him, but the thought of stopping scared him more than the realization of his habits had. After all, if he stopped, he would have to actually confront his feelings head on, and the thought was so horrifying that it was about enough to make his wings curl back down into his body. Still, it seemed as though despite his best efforts, he had still ended up getting caught in a moment of weakness and quiet contemplation, thanks to this damn bottle showing up on his porch. Part of him wanted to cuss Leroy out in the afterlife, perhaps give the male a damn good laugh wherever the hell he was now, but a larger part of him was just too grieving and exhausted to actually go through with it. The feeling made him just want to turn around and go back inside, and curl up in his bed to sleep the day away. Hell, he even knew that he probably wouldn't even face that much resistance from Roy. The boy would just probably come inside with him, curling up at his father's side and keeping him company as he finally slept off the hours upon hours he had thrown himself into the last few days. The strange relief of the mental image made a faint huff of air leave Aurum, followed by tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, gently staining the surface of the glass bottle.
Aurum almost didn't even realize that Roy had come out onto the porch with him, until he saw the small shadow beside his, darkening another portion of the wood. He was so lost in his emotions that he nearly didn't look up, but then he heard the tiger's concerned voice, and his head jerked up, a paw quickly moving to wipe away the thick tears that had graced his face. A soft laugh left the guardsman when he heard Roy's tone, recognizing it as one of caution and faint apprehension, more than likely because of the purpose of the bottle that his father was holding. The only reason Aurum was able to laugh about it was because Roy thinking he had perhaps drank it was possibly one of the things farthest from the truth at the moment. Still, he shook off his faint amusement after only a moment or so, pushing the bottle to one side and letting his gaze fall on the wood planks beneath him, trying to hide the sorrow in his one eye, "Ah, Roy... I didn't realize you were up..." Part of him wanted to dodge the question, and just attempt to get on with a somewhat normal morning where he could just get on with his day, but he knew that Roy was smarter than to just let him do that, and after a moment he was clearing his throat, "That... that is a bottle of whiskey... well, it was a bottle of whiskey. It's just a bottle now. I gave it to a friend of mine – Leroy – a couple of months ago... I guess he brought it back before he passed..." He wasn't sure how to explain the emotional significance that it held to him despite what it was, so he could only really hope that his shaky barely held together speech was enough to get his feelings across.
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