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

If Crowley told Aurum that he didn't really know much about Heaven, Aurum probably wouldn't have been that surprised. Not only because Crowley had somewhat mentioned that before, but also because he couldn't imagine that Heaven would want demons out there just blabbering on about their practices. Truthfully, Aurum probably would've just expected that Crowley got his memory wiped the moment that he was shoved past the pearly gates without a second thought, just because that was what had been done to the archangel when he had been selected to be Poet's guardian angel. Perhaps that was why it had been so legitimately surprised to the angel of sorrow to hear that Crowley hadn't known that Heaven could wipe memories. The lion had always just figured that it was common practice, but the realization that it very much wasn't? Just added on another layer of uncomfortableness to the scenario that made Aurum silently despise the place that he had come from more and more. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn, but thankfully Crowley distracted him from his rapidly degrading thoughts by mentioning that he had never even thought about being promoted. A soft chuckle left the lion as he mumbled, letting his head rest against the ground, "I never really thought about it when I first arrived either, but now here I am as a guardsman. Still feels kinda surreal, honestly. Especially considering I was a bit of an asshole when I first joined." It honestly would probably be a surprise to Crowley or anybody else who had joined after Aurum's time that he had once been a bit of a dick to his fellow Tanglers, considering how much he had changed over the last few months. He had gone from overbearing and overprotective big brother who hated interacting with others to practically a big teddy bear, considering everyone his family and protecting them fiercely. The angel considered it to be a positive change, honestly. Tanglewood seemed to have a certain effect on people, one that Aurum thought he could already see in Crowley after only a few weeks.

When they moved onto the subject of heaven and hell, that familiar sick feeling returned, but this time Aurum pushed it away, reminding himself that he had been the one to bring it up in the first place. A soft chuckle left the guardsman as Crowley cracked a little joke, before he went on to talk about what hell was like. Listening closely, Aurum eventually rumbled with a sigh and a shake of his head, his wings absentmindedly twitching, "Cant say that description of hell surprises me much, although I will say it surprises me how similar it sounds to heaven, minus the hellhounds. I was never one of the Angel's that went around all day pushing paper, but I interacted with a lot of them when I had anybody to interact with, and they always seemed miserable. Stressed and uptight, like the moment they let themselves relax they were going to plummet down through the clouds." The lion wrinkled his nose a bit at the memory, a soft snort leaving him before continued, "Hellhounds, though... I've got some experience with those. Actually even have a hellhound form, if you can believe it." He hadn't utilized his undead looking hellhound form in a while now, just because the body's supreme control over fire handt been needed, but it was still certainly in his shapeshifting repertoire. The angel gave Crowley a moment to process that information before he answered the demon's next question, his one good eye darting up to stare at the clouds, a faint frown appearing on his muzzle, "Honestly I'm not sure what exactly I had in mind... I guess... what was it like, falling? Being free on the planet? I never ended up here until I ended up a guardian angel, and before then... I'm not sure how to describe it. I was locked away, kept in my own little room. It was like I was in a glass box. I could see everything going on around me, but I could never quite reach out and interact with any of it. It was like my own little person hell, up in heaven." He sigjed a bit at the irony of his own statement, internally cursing himself for being so depressing. After all, he and Crowley were connecting more, he should've been happy.

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