march of the falsettos;; open- moving

[wormwood.]

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

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

Aurum could still remember the day he had picked his home out. It had been a fairly uneventful occasion, considering at the time the lion had still thought this was all temporary. He had thought that eventually he would be leaving the swampland before long, following after Poetking in whatever ill thought out plan he threw himself into next. At the time, he had never expected to grow as attached to Tanglewood as he did, or any of the people who lived within it. Still, that didn't mean he had picked a shitty place, just a small, temporary one. It was a decent sized house, but still on the small side, and had plenty of room for himself, his bed, and a cabinet that he chose to keep. Over time, his home had become more permanent, gaining more knick knacks and furniture, as well as more people, with the first being Roy and then Crowley on occasion. At times it felt a little cramped to the lion, but... Roy never complained, and it was hard for the proxy to even think about moving to another house. After all, that had been the home he had been in for nearly six months now. It had so many memories attached to it, and so much character at this point... he decided to wait. Wait and see if Roy ever complained about it, or if anything ever happened. He hoped nothing would, but it certainly would've made things easier.

This was not the first time that Aurum had noticed someone bringing things away from their home, and he somehow doubted that it would be the last. However, unlike with Piers, Aurum didn't feel as much extreme concern about Moth moving things around. After all, his sister was an adult, and if she felt as though she could leave her old home behind, then she should've been allowed to. Still, that didn't mean that the male wasn't gonna be curious about it, especially when he noticed her very slowly moving things across camp, as if everything would turn into dust if she moved the faintest bit faster. Deciding to give in to the childish curiosity inside, the winged lion got to his feet, moving over slowly alongside his adopted sibling. He spoke up with a smile, his tail flicking behind him as he easily kept pace with her, considering how slowly she was moving, "Hey Moth... you're moving, right? I mean, I don't know why else you'd be taking everything out of your house... what's with all the going so slow?" He could certainly understand having one or two fragile things that you desperately didn't want to drop or otherwise break somehow, but it seemed as though she was doing it with everything. He might've understood if perhaps she was injured or something like that, but it didn't seem as though she was, at least not obviously.

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