TRAP AND RELEASE ➵ snake

[wormwood.]

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

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

Aurum feels a strange feeling of warmth in his chest when Crowley responds to him, and not to Abathur. Not because he disliked Abathur or anything. Despite their odd and slightly uncomfortable first meeting, Aurum actually found Abathur to be quite intelligent and helpful at times. Still, the Captain liked that he could get through to Crowley in a way that almost no one else could, especially when the other was in a state such as this. Truthfully, the lion wasn't... entirely sure why it felt so nice to be so close to Crowley, to the point where the demon actually lifted his head and interacted even when he wss feeling so drained. Well, he sort of did know, but he had been keeping that shoved down for weeks now, and he intended to keep it shoved down for longer, unless something unexpected happened. For someone who was so fired up over the fact that Crowley tended to hide from his problems, Aurum sure was a hypocrite, taking his feelings and sealing them away deep inside just in an effort to not get hurt. He rationalized it by saying that he had been hurt by being too open – too loving – in the past, but really... he knew Crowley wouldn't hurt him that way. At least not intentionally, that is.

As for why Aurum was able to see easily adjust to Crowley being a snake, well, it really was as a result of the powers that this world had. After all, Aurum could go from a lion to a hellhound to a mutated tiny canine in just a few seconds and all the way back again. So, the sight of Crowley all curled up and pouting as a snake isnt that shocking, even if it is a bit odd to see the male not as his usual smirking serval self. Still, even with the shift in shape, Aurum could feel his usual instincts for Crowley kicking in, one large golden wing moving to rest over the snake, being sure to pull back enough so that he didn't cover the demon entirely. Aurum couldn't imagine how cold the other was in this form, without the nice insulating fur of his serval body. Once he felt Crowlry was comfortable – physically, at least. Aurum got the distinct impression Crowley wouldn't be comfortable emotionally for a while – the Captain flicked an ear and set his head down, rumbling to his close friend, "Ah, I see... I've heard they're a bunch of assholes... you aren't hurt, right?" His eye flicked over nervously to the blade that was nearby, although he felt himself relax a little at the fact that there was no fresh blood on it at the moment. That hopefully meant that Crowley was safe, at least for now. Aurum really didn't wanna go yelling bloody murder for one of the medics at the moment.

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