11-19-2019, 02:34 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Truthfully, Aurum knew quite clearly why he had once been such a dick to others, and it had been entirely because of Judith and Aethelred. His two parents when he had been born as a lion had been nothing but cruel and condescending to him, constantly favoring Poetking and treating him as if he were nothing. These days he questioned if perhaps they had known what he really was at his birth, and had thus treated him differently, but a much larger part of him just said that his parents had been assholes, and left it at that. Nonetheless, being raised in such a way had made Aurum bitter and jaded, first showing up to Tanglewood with a raging roar searching for where his brother had run off to. That felt so far back now that the memories were fuzzy and faintly warped, and a soft chuckle left the guardsman when he saw the moment of absolute surprise flick over Crowley's face. He rumbled as he nodded, a small smile of amusement gracing his muzzle, "It was... at the time I didn't remember my angelhood, nor did I have a very pleasant existence as a lion up to that point, so I ended up lashing out a lot. Gradually that changed though, when I realized there were actually those out there that had the capacity for good." He was fairly sure that Crowley had a similar experience at some point, considering the other had chosen to wander around on the planet for so long, and probably hadn't chosen to do so just so he could fuck off and be a hermit for hundreds of years. Of course, he could be wrong, but he somehow doubted it, considering Crowley wasn't totally socially inept – not totally, at least.
Aurum blinked when Crowley mentioned that someone else had described heaven as empty, curiosity perking up within him. Still, it seemed rude to just go probing about any of Crowley's possible other friends, so he shrugged, mumbling, "Some areas were crowded, or so I've heard. As I mentioned, I never got to see much more than my room, being confined and all. I'm sure that there are plenty of places where heaven is empty as far as you can see, where the bigwigs want their space. That's probably where Aziraphale was referring to." He could only assume Aziraphale was another angel, considering it was either that or a soul who ended up in heaven, which seemed unlikely. It was after this when Crowley mentioned remembering Aurum's hellhound form, a soft chuckle leaving the lion at the realization, "Ah... I had almost forgotten that I was in that form when you first joined. I'm sorry to have made such a bad first impression, but I couldn't do much about it at the time. My shapeshifting wasn't allowing me to go back, so I was trapped in a rather unpleasant undead form for a while. I tried to come off as friendly as possible, but I could see why it would be concerning." After all, if Crowley had already been somewhat on the run from hell at the time, he probably would've immediately assumed Aurum was some sort of agent of hell there to drag him the fuck back.
Aurum noticed a few second after he asked it that his questions could have been considered rude, realizing that falling probably wasn't a pleasant experience, but before he could open his mouth to rescind it, Crowley was already talking. When the other mentioned the conditions of heaven, Aurum's ears flattened to his head, a sigh leaving him, "Yes, well... it isn't quite as great as the stories describe. Or at least, not if you "work" there." It was after this that Crowley continued, explaining falling in the best way that he could. Aurum listened intently, blinking and rumbling softly, "I suppose I should've expected it would be like that, considering what a threat falling is considered up there... I never had much time to worry about it, what with what my purpose was and all. Wasn't much time for doing anything that could get me thrown out, or to start asking questions..." There was a faint tone of bitterness to his words, before he shook his head, continuing, "Well... at least you're free now, right? I mean, you're here, in Tanglewood, so you must have some kind of reprieve. Either that, or nobody realizes you're here yet." He somehow doubted the second option, but there was always the chance that hell wasn't as hypervigilant as Aurum knew it to be, so perhaps it was true.
Aurum blinked when Crowley mentioned that someone else had described heaven as empty, curiosity perking up within him. Still, it seemed rude to just go probing about any of Crowley's possible other friends, so he shrugged, mumbling, "Some areas were crowded, or so I've heard. As I mentioned, I never got to see much more than my room, being confined and all. I'm sure that there are plenty of places where heaven is empty as far as you can see, where the bigwigs want their space. That's probably where Aziraphale was referring to." He could only assume Aziraphale was another angel, considering it was either that or a soul who ended up in heaven, which seemed unlikely. It was after this when Crowley mentioned remembering Aurum's hellhound form, a soft chuckle leaving the lion at the realization, "Ah... I had almost forgotten that I was in that form when you first joined. I'm sorry to have made such a bad first impression, but I couldn't do much about it at the time. My shapeshifting wasn't allowing me to go back, so I was trapped in a rather unpleasant undead form for a while. I tried to come off as friendly as possible, but I could see why it would be concerning." After all, if Crowley had already been somewhat on the run from hell at the time, he probably would've immediately assumed Aurum was some sort of agent of hell there to drag him the fuck back.
Aurum noticed a few second after he asked it that his questions could have been considered rude, realizing that falling probably wasn't a pleasant experience, but before he could open his mouth to rescind it, Crowley was already talking. When the other mentioned the conditions of heaven, Aurum's ears flattened to his head, a sigh leaving him, "Yes, well... it isn't quite as great as the stories describe. Or at least, not if you "work" there." It was after this that Crowley continued, explaining falling in the best way that he could. Aurum listened intently, blinking and rumbling softly, "I suppose I should've expected it would be like that, considering what a threat falling is considered up there... I never had much time to worry about it, what with what my purpose was and all. Wasn't much time for doing anything that could get me thrown out, or to start asking questions..." There was a faint tone of bitterness to his words, before he shook his head, continuing, "Well... at least you're free now, right? I mean, you're here, in Tanglewood, so you must have some kind of reprieve. Either that, or nobody realizes you're here yet." He somehow doubted the second option, but there was always the chance that hell wasn't as hypervigilant as Aurum knew it to be, so perhaps it was true.
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