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

Honestly, it wouldn't have surprised Aurum to learn that the other thought that they were quite alike, although somewhat different. After all, they had both come from incredibly flawed systems that claimed to work for the greater good – or greater evil – for those within them, but had really had layers upon layers of issues. It was hard not to have similar experiences and emotions as a result, even if Aurum hadn't really remembered his role as an angel when he had first arrived in Tanglewood. Even without his full past intact, the guardsman had felt angry and bitter at the world, like it as a whole had betrayed him by giving him the cards he had been dealt... he was honestly so glad to get out of such a mindset, or he was sure he would've destroyed himself, focusing more on the bad than the good. The angel found himself nodding as Crowley spoke briefly again about Aziraphale, his curiosity rearing its head again before he swiftly pushed it down. Aurum was voluntarily choosing to talk about his friends and emotions and experiences, but that didn't mean he would force Crowley to as well. That would've just been ridiculous and demanding, not to mention the fact that Aurum didn't want to destroy the bond that they seemed to be forming as of late. For the most part Aurum stayed silent, just listening, until Crowley asked about his hellhound form, and his experiences being stuck within it. Snorting, the lion shook his head before rumbling softly, "As far as I can tell...? Stuff like that doesn't happen too often. It was the first time I had ever really shapeshifted since first coming down, though, and it hadn't exactly been voluntary, so there were a few unique circumstances that caused me to be stuck." Honestly he couldn't even begin to think about explaining how he had ended up caught in his hellhound form. "Oh, a necromancer forced me into the form to make me a general in his undead army?" Yeah, sure, that didn't sound crazy, even in a conversation between a demon and an angel.

Aurum's expression soured slightly when Crowley mentioned heaven's favorite method of keeping people in line, but it wasn't because of the demon himself, just because of the truth behind his statement. A sigh left the male, and he shook his head for a brief moment, his gaze darkening at the thought of the bright and incredibly overwhelming place that heaven was, and how he had once called it come. Thankfully, Crowley lightened the mood shortly afterward, nodding a little and confirming his freedom – even if it was a lie, unbeknownst to the guardsman. Aurum found himself skiling at Crowley when he heard this, and he was about to congratulate the demon on finally having found his own freedom away from hell, when the other then followed it up with a question about the both of them. Aurum wasn't sure if it was rhetorical or not, but it still caused his expression to twist slightly, half in apprehension and half in thoughtfulness, since truly he didn't know if heaven was after him or not. Eventually he decided to just be truthful, mumbling with a heavy shrug of his shoulders, "I... supposed so. Really, I don't know if heaven is after me or not. They sent me down to act as a guardian angel, but I haven't been in contact with my charge now for months. I keep wondering if someday somebody is just going to notice that I haven't come back yet and try checking up on me... I hope they don't, for their sake. I have no desire to go back. Not after coming here..." The "charge" in question was, of course, Poetking, but Aurum hadn't seen his brother in months now, and for all the angel knew, Poet was already dead, and his mission had already been failed. He wasn't sure if he would be relieved or saddened to find out it had. Sure, perhaps on some level he missed Poetking, since he had, for the longest time, thought of the male as his brother, but... the other lion had betrayed him. He didn't deserve an angel anymore. Certainly not as much as Tanglewood did.

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