HOW SHOULD I FEEL? • returning.

[wormwood.]

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

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

Delilah. Sweet, kind, and strong Delilah. Delilah, who had come to be a close friend of Aurum and one he would defend to the ends of the earth. The last time he had seen the dragoness, she had been staring numbly at Leroy's body, unable to even comprehend the fact that one of her oldest friends and clanmates was gone. At the time, Aurum hadn't exactly been focused on anything but the dead hound in front of them all, but afterwards? He had been worried. Worried about everyone, and how they were faring with the mourning process. He'd gone from place to place, making his best attempts to offering comfort and his friendship. For the most part, it had been positive, but he had never been able to get to Del. By the time he had arrived at Delilah's home, it had been deserted. No sign of Delilah, nor Ren, nor their child. It had practically shattered the Roxy's heart, his mind full of agony over where she could've gone. Where any of them could've gone. Unfortunately, over time, her disappearance had just become another one to add into the pattern. The pattern that slowly wore away at him, tearing him between never bothering to get close to anyone again, or clinging on so tightly to those he had left that his claws would pierce and rip skin. Neither were good options, and he had been trying his best to shove down that little dilemma.

However, as of late, it seemed as though the world had begun taking mercy on him, and all those that he cared about. Faces began to appear again, familiar scents filled the air, and everything just felt... right. And that same feeling was beginning to come again as he came up beside Kaito... until it wasn't. Even though Delilah was here, and safe, and uninjured, he could tell that she wasn't fine. She was skinny, and sullen, and her dark eyes betrayed a pain that made his heart sink. Stepping up past Kaito, Aurum moved forward to press his head against the dragon's shoulder, a silent and warm sign of love and comfort. When he pulled back, he spoke in a soft rumble, watching her carefully, "Delilah... Del, I missed you so much. I wasn't sure where you had gone. I checked your house, but nobody was there... are you okay?" He was fairly sure he knew the answer to the question was no, but he wanted to hear it from her lips first, so that he would be able to offer her some form of relief and comfort, even if it was just hugs and someone to vent at.

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