COME HOME EVEN IF IT'S A LIE - o

[wormwood.]

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

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

Aurum didn't dream often. Hadn't, ever since those wild horrible dreams that had first let him in on the fact that he was really an angel. No, he no longer dreamed every night, instead only occasionally being visited by strange visions that he would never remember in the morning. However, when he did dream, it always seemed as though the random mishmash of subconscious thoughts that played in front of him was trying to tell him something, very deliberately. Sometimes he had absolutely no idea what was meant to be communicated to him by the chaos that ran through his dozing mind, but sometimes he knew exactly what it was trying to tell him, and he had just been ignoring it throughout his every waking day. No matter what he did, or how much he shoved unpleasant thoughts down deep inside, dreams always had a way of bringing things to the forefront for Aurum, even when he didn't want to be confronted by unpleasant things. Perhaps this was why Abathur would probably benefit from being able to dream. Sure, he would be struck with the same disadvantages that every dreamer like Aurum had, such as the occasional nightmare or restless sleep caused by exciting or distressing dreams, but they would also probably enable the spider to actually confront the things that he hid away, rather than burying himself into something else in order to distract from it. Aurum didn't really have much of a leg to stand on in that department, since he often threw himself into his work to distract from anything unpleasant going on in his life, but he always ended up confronting it eventually, and usually that was the work of his dreams.

The lion had been out for a walk that day, eager to stretch his muscles after several days cooped up inside of his house, sleeping for hours in order to give his body time to recover. His chest was still bound up in simple white bandages that covered the wound inflicted upon him by Uriel, but he was feeling well enough to go out, even if Roy had made him promise not to do anything too official or straining. Just being able to take in the fresh air and be back out in Tanglewood's tangled – hah – but beautiful territory was enough to put a smile on the proxy's face, and he found himself humming casually as he walked along, taking long strides over mud and crushing leaves beneath his paws. His stroll thus far had been completely silent and peaceful, but the lion found himself perking up when a single soft curse split through the serene silence, and his one blue eye darted around in confusion as he looked for the source. It took a moment for him to look upward, but when he did, he found a soft and white scarf falling right on his face, covering his remaining good eye. He let out a startled little grunt, before he chuckled, pulling the scarf from his face and inspecting it for a long moment, finding no obvious flaws in it, to him at least. Looking back upward, the lion gave a few long strokes of his wings, ans he was up in the air, flying to a nearby tree to where Abathur was positioned. Settling down on one of the stronger branches, the large lion tilted his head to one side before speaking, his voice a low rumble, "Abathur...? What are you doing? And why'd you throw this on the ground?" He lifted one large paw to display the seemingly flawless scarf that Abathur had carelessly tossed away, a frown of confusion playing on the proxy's lips. Aurum was used to Abathur seeming... distant. Or, at the very least, used to him behaving very oddly, so this was even more strange. Rather than Abathur's usual oddness, he had instead taken on this new state, where he seemed vaguely aggravated whilst also being totally zeroed in on the task at hand. It was a bit concerning, and Aurum found himself wondering what had put the large arachnid in such a state. As his eye flicked down to look at the slightly dirty white bandages covering his chest, Aurum even found himself wondering if he could somewhat be at fault.

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