plight of sight - snowballs

[wormwood.]

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

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

Well, it seemed as though Feza had actually taken their little conversation to heart. She had been doing less and less of the things that ended up with camp being ruined or people being pissed off, and was doing more and more events that actually legitimately seemed fun, and like a pleasant way to pass the time. Aurum couldn't say that he had ever actually participated in a snowball fight before, since a lot of the time spent during the winter back in the pride was either hunting or hiding away in buildings for warmth, but he had heard that supposedly they were enjoyable. Plus, Feza had seemed so crushed last time when nobody except for Crow had participated in her little kazoo class part two endeavor, so Aurum felt like he was kind of obligated to come trotting out from the prey storage, where he had been dropping off the last bits of an early morning hunting trip. He couldn't say that being out in the icy cold was exactly the height of luxury, but he did have to admit that the little fort piles that Feza had made were pretty cute, and he found himself wondering if perhaps she would be able to make actual defenses at some point, just in case of attack. He doubted that she would be enthused by the idea, since it wasn't exactly something fun and exciting, but perhaps he could spin it by saying that if she defended the group, there would be more time and people to devote to fun events later... he'd have to try it at some point, when Feza wasn't grinning, waiting expectantly for people to participate.

Padding over to Crowley's side, the angel blinked when he heard the other's words, a soft chuckle leaving him when Crowley immediately backpedaled, saying he would participate if they needed an even number of people. Smiling slightly, Aurum moved to press gently into the feline's side, affectionately sharing his warmth while being especially careful not to knock the other over – as well as avoiding his sore wing. As he did this, he rumbled with a soft chuff, "Oh, c'mon Crowley, it'll be fun. And if you get too cold, I'll just pile all the blankets in my house on top of you afterwards." His tone was soft and teasing, and a warm smile graced his muzzle as he looked down at the smaller male, his head tilted to one side. Ever since he and Crowley had grown closer as friends, the lion had never hesitated to express his affections through warm words and physical contact, despite the fact that not everybody was okay with that. Aurum backed off whenever someone told him to, but Crowley had never actually told him not to show him physical affection. In fact, it seemed as though at times the demon leaned into it, before he got a conflicted look on his face and just never brought it up. Aurum found it to be rather entertaining, honestly, which was why he made it a habit to show Crowley as much physical affection as possible – since it seemed as though Crowley enjoyed it, deep down inside.

After dealing with a certain "coldhearted" demon, Aurum turned his gaze towards Feza, glancing over her tiny reptilian form. It was a pretty odd change to see, since he was so used to her being bright pink and fluffy, but somehow the icy dragon form fit her just as well – perhaps just because it was wacky enough to match her, he truly wasn't sure. He was impressed by how quickly she had gotten a hold over her ice powers, even if she wasn't using them for anything especially extravagant yet, only for small events like this one, or just borderline accidentally. Still, it had taken him a hell of a long time to truly get a feel for his flame elementals, even in his hellhound form, so he did have a great deal of respect for her as a result of that. Rolling his shoulders a bit, Aurum rumbled softly with a calm, albeit slightly tired smile on his muzzle, "I'd be willing to participate in this, although I'm not sure how fair it'll be, considering I'm a much bigger target than most here." Then again, he could throw snowballs from his paws with far more strength... not that he wanted to throw one so hard to knock somebody out, though.

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