and a partridge in a pear tree - treespasser

[arcy]

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Crowley couldn't say he really .. got ... what had occurred with the Pitt. He'd heard offhand a lot of things, but it hadn't really hit him, and he hadn't really cared. It'd been early, then. He hadn't had anything tying him to the group, then. He'd seen history come and go, and it was horrible, certainly, but it was such .. a small scale thing, wasn't it? It was hard for someone who'd been around for millennium, witnessing the worst of humanity, to bring himself to care about something so .. small and impersonal.
Crowley isn't sure he's capable of being afraid of Aurum. That'd been burned out from him a while ago -- may it'd been when the lion had chased off the Dukes, coated in fire, yet turned around and simply worried. Maybe, Crowley just couldn't fathom the lion turning on him or any of the Tanglers. Even still, it's .. jarring. A casual show of blinded cruelty. Not unwarranted, but cruelty nonetheless.
It's not Crowley's place. The serval had heard the shouting and, well, he couldn't do anything, but he'd needed to check anyways. And here it is -- a Pittian and Aurum. Roy is cowering, Kiira is shouting, and Piers is .. hiding in the shadows. Crowley's ears fall back, and he stands there for a few moments, watching. Crowley may not be afraid, but it's still ... sickening, just a bit. Burnt flesh, lava -- he takes in a deep breath. It's dizzying, his head hurts and so does -- everything else.
He doesn't need to watch. He's not obligated to. Just because its Aurum, just because its .. dramatic, or whatever .. He can check on everyone later.
"Kiddo," Crowley can't do much in this situation, coward that he was. He's not even sure if he can tend to Roy. He hardly knew the tiger, despite his relation to Aurum, and he's not sure if he could break through whatever was going on there. Certainly, though, he could worry about Piers. The kid, from what he can tell, doesn't like being babied, and that's -- fine. Crowley can treat him like an adult, except for when he can't. The serval half-steps over Piers, lowering a wing to block his vision with a wing. It wouldn't block the scents or the sounds, but it was .. something. "There'ss no reason to watch. C'mon, let'ss go," He makes an ushering motion with the same wing he'd drawn down. Might have to keep the kid busy once they got back, since he's apparently taken this upon himself. At least until the memory was less fresh.

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