12-05-2019, 12:52 AM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Crowley had a tendency to run from his problems. It was a simple fact about the demon that Aurum had picked up over the last several weeks he had spent close to the male, and it was a fact that the lion couldn't help but find extremely frustrating. Not because he particularly wanted Crowley to have a mental breakdown or freak out from stress over what could happen to him, but... because it reminded him far too much of himself. He remembered, back when he had been living in the pride, how he had ignored every single problem he ever encountered. He ignored the way that rage festered within him, he ignored the way that he was abused by his parents, he ignored the way that he began to feel hatred for his brother getting a grip on his soul. Hell, he had ignored the way that he had felt an odd disconnect from what he was and what he was supposed to be, which was the whole reason why it had taken so long for him to eventually rediscover his position as an angel. It had been a long and arduous journey to where he was now, and there were many points where ignoring his problems had finally come to a head, and had caused something horrible to happen. Trying to kill Poet, Judith trying to kill him, running away from home, having mental breakdown after mental breakdown... he still wasn't even an expert on not running away from your problems, considering just recently he had tried to run away from and ignore his grief over Leroy. Still, he knew that he was getting better at all of it, and he was definitely doing better than Crowley was, at the very least. And that was why it was so frustrating to him when the demon decided to just ignore something, letting it act as a silent threat following him around like a storm cloud even as he acted like everything was okay.
It seemed as though, blissfully, finally, Crowley was actually taking some part of his life into his own hands, and Aurum wasn't even there to witness it. Granted, that was probably a good idea, since the angel was fairly sure if he ever saw the bastards that had hurt and hunted Crowley again, he would've torn them limb from limb before they could even scream in terror at the sight of him, but still, it was a little bit disappointing. Even so, Aurum would be proud of the other, since he was actually doing something for his own happiness, and confronting a problem head on. Despite what Crowley may have thought about himself and how much he deserved friendship, Aurum couldn't help the fact that he valued the other, and probably always was. Whether that was because of Aurum's horrible taste in men, or Crowley legitimately being a good person...? Well, the fact was that remained to be seen, but that didn't mean that Aurum was about to abandon the demon that had become like a best friend to him over the last couple of months – and possibly something more, if either of them would stop dodging around confronting the tension that burned nearly as hot as that angelic knife. Paranoia or not, self doubt or not, Crowley meant a shitload to the lion, and he would've gone through hell – worse, heaven – or back for the feline, and still come out the other side snarling bloody murder at anyone threatening a single fur on the other one eyed male's body. Even if it want fair to him, Aurum would've done anything Crowley wanted him to, and would've protected him to his dying breath, just as he would Roy or Moth. And was that dangerous? Oh, incredibly so, but Aurum knew better than to try and fight against it. All it would end up accomplishing was him breaking away and hurting himself again in an effort to protect himself, and he would rather just trust Crowley and risk the pain, even if he had been burned so harshly before for being such an idiot about friends, love, companionship.
He can still remember the tinge of fear and tension that lingered in the air when Crowley had lost his eye, along with the way that his injured and sore legs had launched him forward, towards the suffering demon against his better judgement. He remembered the way he had practically wrapped himself around the other, giving Crowley affection and comfort while also making an effort to make sure he could be treated. He could remember the flash of gold and faint silvery light that had hurt his eye when he had seen the bloody blade laying on the ground, and the sheer anger that had run through his veins at the sight of it. Worst of all, he could still remember the frantic and emotional words that had poured forth from his mouth as he held Crowley close, begging to a god above that he didn't even trust that Crowley would be okay, just because the other meant so much to him. He had laid his heart bare, and honestly he was sort of glad that Crowley didn't seem to remember, since Aurum didn't know how the other would react, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to have his heart shattered once again by some I'll conceived romantic venture. Despite what Leroy might have thought about his love life, Aurum didn't exactly have some fun filled romantic trail blazed behind him, and instead just one that was full of tears, betrayal, murder, and unconfessed feelings that had bubbled beneath the surface, felt, but never said aloud. Part of him so much wanted to tell Crowley how he felt when the other was conscious, uninjured, and could truly listen, but another, larger part of him was just so petrified of what the demon's response would be, and whether he would be losing a best friend or not. Hell, he had lost Red, and he hadn't even had a chance to ruin things all on his own. He had spent many nights laying awake thinking about what to do, sometimes even carefully maneuvering himself past the sleeping forms of Roy and Crowley just so he could have some time to think on his own, but he found that he was no closer to an answer than before. All he could hope for was that he would never have to experience such sheer terror as he had when Crowley had lost his eye, and leave it at that.
There's a strange scent of rotting in the air when Aurum departed from camp to go hunting, and it immediately caused him to recoil slightly, his eyes narrowing thw faintest bit. He half expected to stumble upon another piece of undead prey laying around, before he shook his head firmly, taking a deep breath. That wouldn't happen, after all, the source of all the undead nonsense was dead now, killed by another one of Aurum's long lost friends. So, steeling himself against what he might find at the end of the unpleasant scent, Aurum began to make his way through the trees, his pawsteps as quite as he could make them as he moved from log to log, now avoiding both swampland muck and what remained of melting snow before the next fall. As he grew closer and closer to where Crowley and the other demons were, the stench grew stronger and more unpleasant, and Aurum considered turning back, and perhaps putting together some sort of patrol to deal with whatever the hell was on the other side of the wall of trees. However, when he opened his mouth and found the strange scent was getting stale and beginning to fade, a frown came to his face and he quickly raced forward, his hopping from log to log growing to longer and longer strides. Unfortunately for him, he missed the scene with Crowley and his former oppressors, arriving just a few minutes too late to see the feline telling off his former boss and now hunter. He would've been disappointed, had he known, at not getting the chance to see the look on their stupid face when Crowley told them to fuck off back to hell, and had finally stood up for himself. Still, it probably meant more, the fact that Crowley had been able to do it all on his own, without Aurum hovering protectively at his side, fangs and claws at the ready to rip into the other creatures of hell. If he had known that he was one of the reasons that Crowley had finally been able to stand up for himself...? Well, he probably would've been incredibly touched, and actually a tad overwhelmed, shocked by the clear emotions that were present in that fact.
Arriving on the scene shortly after Abathur had, Aurum round himself taking everything in very slowly, the stench of death still clinging to his nose and roof of his mouth as he came up beside the large spider, his eyes moving from the knife – which made his fur stand on edge and an unpleasant lump form in his chest, blocking his airways – to the snake that was laying nearby, looking oddly exhausted and drained for a snake. It took only a couple of minutes for the angel to make the connection between the dark and red fur of Crowley and the mixture of markings that were currently laid seemingly randomly over this snake's scales. That, along with the all too familiar knife that was sitting nearby, made it pretty clear exactly who this was, and Aurum already felt worry gripping him as he noticed how exhausted Crowley seemed. Ears pinning down to his head, the lion moved a large paw to nudge the knife away from both himself and Crowley, as well as Abathur. He felt a faint tingle run through his paw as he knocked it a couple of feet away, but no sheer burning like he was sure it made Crowley feel, from what he could remember of his poor friend's eye. After he had accomplished his first task, the captain moved to the side of Crowley opposite Abathur, moving to settle down in to a laying position beside the snake, his thick fur pressed against the snake's cool scales as he took up his usual comforting position for the male. He rumbled as he placed his head down on the ground near Crowley, his voice soft and questioning as he spoke, "Crowley...? You look tired. More so than usual, I mean. What happened?" He simply regarded Abathur with a firm nod of his head, grateful for the spider's presence as another possible source of help, but also knowing there were no real words to be exchanged between them. What was he supposed to say? "Hey, this is my very close friend who I wish was my boyfriend, he's a demon and I have no idea why he's sulking as a snake, please go away?" Not only would that be very confusing, it would also probably be a fair bit rude of him.
It seemed as though, blissfully, finally, Crowley was actually taking some part of his life into his own hands, and Aurum wasn't even there to witness it. Granted, that was probably a good idea, since the angel was fairly sure if he ever saw the bastards that had hurt and hunted Crowley again, he would've torn them limb from limb before they could even scream in terror at the sight of him, but still, it was a little bit disappointing. Even so, Aurum would be proud of the other, since he was actually doing something for his own happiness, and confronting a problem head on. Despite what Crowley may have thought about himself and how much he deserved friendship, Aurum couldn't help the fact that he valued the other, and probably always was. Whether that was because of Aurum's horrible taste in men, or Crowley legitimately being a good person...? Well, the fact was that remained to be seen, but that didn't mean that Aurum was about to abandon the demon that had become like a best friend to him over the last couple of months – and possibly something more, if either of them would stop dodging around confronting the tension that burned nearly as hot as that angelic knife. Paranoia or not, self doubt or not, Crowley meant a shitload to the lion, and he would've gone through hell – worse, heaven – or back for the feline, and still come out the other side snarling bloody murder at anyone threatening a single fur on the other one eyed male's body. Even if it want fair to him, Aurum would've done anything Crowley wanted him to, and would've protected him to his dying breath, just as he would Roy or Moth. And was that dangerous? Oh, incredibly so, but Aurum knew better than to try and fight against it. All it would end up accomplishing was him breaking away and hurting himself again in an effort to protect himself, and he would rather just trust Crowley and risk the pain, even if he had been burned so harshly before for being such an idiot about friends, love, companionship.
He can still remember the tinge of fear and tension that lingered in the air when Crowley had lost his eye, along with the way that his injured and sore legs had launched him forward, towards the suffering demon against his better judgement. He remembered the way he had practically wrapped himself around the other, giving Crowley affection and comfort while also making an effort to make sure he could be treated. He could remember the flash of gold and faint silvery light that had hurt his eye when he had seen the bloody blade laying on the ground, and the sheer anger that had run through his veins at the sight of it. Worst of all, he could still remember the frantic and emotional words that had poured forth from his mouth as he held Crowley close, begging to a god above that he didn't even trust that Crowley would be okay, just because the other meant so much to him. He had laid his heart bare, and honestly he was sort of glad that Crowley didn't seem to remember, since Aurum didn't know how the other would react, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to have his heart shattered once again by some I'll conceived romantic venture. Despite what Leroy might have thought about his love life, Aurum didn't exactly have some fun filled romantic trail blazed behind him, and instead just one that was full of tears, betrayal, murder, and unconfessed feelings that had bubbled beneath the surface, felt, but never said aloud. Part of him so much wanted to tell Crowley how he felt when the other was conscious, uninjured, and could truly listen, but another, larger part of him was just so petrified of what the demon's response would be, and whether he would be losing a best friend or not. Hell, he had lost Red, and he hadn't even had a chance to ruin things all on his own. He had spent many nights laying awake thinking about what to do, sometimes even carefully maneuvering himself past the sleeping forms of Roy and Crowley just so he could have some time to think on his own, but he found that he was no closer to an answer than before. All he could hope for was that he would never have to experience such sheer terror as he had when Crowley had lost his eye, and leave it at that.
There's a strange scent of rotting in the air when Aurum departed from camp to go hunting, and it immediately caused him to recoil slightly, his eyes narrowing thw faintest bit. He half expected to stumble upon another piece of undead prey laying around, before he shook his head firmly, taking a deep breath. That wouldn't happen, after all, the source of all the undead nonsense was dead now, killed by another one of Aurum's long lost friends. So, steeling himself against what he might find at the end of the unpleasant scent, Aurum began to make his way through the trees, his pawsteps as quite as he could make them as he moved from log to log, now avoiding both swampland muck and what remained of melting snow before the next fall. As he grew closer and closer to where Crowley and the other demons were, the stench grew stronger and more unpleasant, and Aurum considered turning back, and perhaps putting together some sort of patrol to deal with whatever the hell was on the other side of the wall of trees. However, when he opened his mouth and found the strange scent was getting stale and beginning to fade, a frown came to his face and he quickly raced forward, his hopping from log to log growing to longer and longer strides. Unfortunately for him, he missed the scene with Crowley and his former oppressors, arriving just a few minutes too late to see the feline telling off his former boss and now hunter. He would've been disappointed, had he known, at not getting the chance to see the look on their stupid face when Crowley told them to fuck off back to hell, and had finally stood up for himself. Still, it probably meant more, the fact that Crowley had been able to do it all on his own, without Aurum hovering protectively at his side, fangs and claws at the ready to rip into the other creatures of hell. If he had known that he was one of the reasons that Crowley had finally been able to stand up for himself...? Well, he probably would've been incredibly touched, and actually a tad overwhelmed, shocked by the clear emotions that were present in that fact.
Arriving on the scene shortly after Abathur had, Aurum round himself taking everything in very slowly, the stench of death still clinging to his nose and roof of his mouth as he came up beside the large spider, his eyes moving from the knife – which made his fur stand on edge and an unpleasant lump form in his chest, blocking his airways – to the snake that was laying nearby, looking oddly exhausted and drained for a snake. It took only a couple of minutes for the angel to make the connection between the dark and red fur of Crowley and the mixture of markings that were currently laid seemingly randomly over this snake's scales. That, along with the all too familiar knife that was sitting nearby, made it pretty clear exactly who this was, and Aurum already felt worry gripping him as he noticed how exhausted Crowley seemed. Ears pinning down to his head, the lion moved a large paw to nudge the knife away from both himself and Crowley, as well as Abathur. He felt a faint tingle run through his paw as he knocked it a couple of feet away, but no sheer burning like he was sure it made Crowley feel, from what he could remember of his poor friend's eye. After he had accomplished his first task, the captain moved to the side of Crowley opposite Abathur, moving to settle down in to a laying position beside the snake, his thick fur pressed against the snake's cool scales as he took up his usual comforting position for the male. He rumbled as he placed his head down on the ground near Crowley, his voice soft and questioning as he spoke, "Crowley...? You look tired. More so than usual, I mean. What happened?" He simply regarded Abathur with a firm nod of his head, grateful for the spider's presence as another possible source of help, but also knowing there were no real words to be exchanged between them. What was he supposed to say? "Hey, this is my very close friend who I wish was my boyfriend, he's a demon and I have no idea why he's sulking as a snake, please go away?" Not only would that be very confusing, it would also probably be a fair bit rude of him.
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