NO WRONG ANSWERS ☆ drunk & gay

[wormwood.]

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

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

To say that Aurum wasn't disappointed... well, to say such a thing would've simply been a straight up lie. Even through the drunken haze that had gripped the lion ever since he had left the warm and inviting indoors of the tavern, Aurum could still feel Crowley's words like a knife to the heart. And sure, they weren't particularly cruel words. In fact, they were rather kind for the situation that Aurum had put the demon in – if one didn't consider the implications behind them, at least – but still, it was enough to make an almost pained noise leave the Captain's throat. Aurum kept his head pressed against Crowley's chest for a long moment, just savoring the warmth and the intimacy that came with the actually fairly innocent motion. For once in his life, the lion found that he really didn't want to face the situation at hand, and would rather just take the Crowley route of shoving everything away into a little box. However, that probably wouldn't have worked, considering eventually Crowley would move back, and Aurum would be forced to accept what was happening. A sobering sigh left Aurum as he pulled his head back – although he was still fairly far from sober – and he looked up at Crowley with his one blue eye, the drunken glossiness of it poorly hiding the sadness that was tucked away. Still, Aurum forced himself to manage a somewhat warm grin, rumbling softly, "I'm not that drunk..." His tone was joking, even teasing, but the humor seemed as though it was melting away as the lion sat up, his towering height returning to the forefront as he sat back on his haunches. His head spun unpleasantly, and it wasn't sure whether it was the booze or the fact that he had been – at least temporarily – rejected, but it was certainly there, and he suddenly felt as though he wanted to turn and run to Moth, and have her let him nap in her pillow fort.

The very thought that Crowley could be unlovable would've been baffling to the angel had he known about it, because... well, he loved Crowley so deeply. He has a tendency to love everyone deeply as he came to know them, but the demon was a special case, since the other had become one of his best friends over a span of only a couple of months, and had dug his claws deep into the lion's heart, unintentionally. However, equally so, if Aurum had known what Crowley was thinking, what he was planning... how he thought he could just fake feelings to appease Aurum, despite not even knowing if he truly considered him first in his heart? Well, the male probably would've been crushed, as well as deeply angered. He would've preferred a straight up rejection, rather than having feelings faked, or to be treated as a consolation prize for Crowley. For too long in his life, Aurum had been treated as the lesser. Not a good angel, the lesser son, the lesser heir to the pride... he had been considered second place by so many, and.had proved them all wrong. And if he had known Crowley was considering him the same way, even if it was just because the other was struggling with his feelings? He would've been devastated. However, luckily for Crowley, Aurum couldn't read his thoughts, and was far too drunk to read the slivers of unintentional meaning behind his words. So, instead, Aurum just got up to his feet, faintly swaying as he spoke, "I guess that means... I should go get some rest then." He suddenly very much felt like just hiding himself away, his former cheer and delight over doing a good job on the tavern thoroughly soured. The Captain opened his muzzle for a moment, clearly having something to say, before he shut it again, just offering Crowley a tired smile before he turned to pad away, his paw steps heavy against the earth. He spared a glance to Moth as he headed past, his ultimate goal just to get back to his house and sleep, for as long as he possibly could.

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