RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

[wormwood.]

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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It doesn't matter that Poet was being so frustratingly calm. In fact, if anything, that calmness only made Aurum's anger worse. Because here was his brother, the one who had abandoned him, standing in front of his house trying to chat and explain himself like they were still fucking chummy. He stared at Poet for a long moment, his entire body wanting to tremble with the emotions that were running through his mind. Finally, he spoke dryly, his one eye locked with Poet's gaze, "I had to find her body, you know. I was looking for you. I thought things were going well. I didn't like her being around, but at least you were safe. But you know what I got to find instead? I got to walk in and find my Mother's dead body. I got to see the fucking bloodbath that had been made out of Judith. She was never a good mother, at least not to me. But that didn't mean I wanted to find her dead fucking body, Poet![i]" The trembling was even worse as he said the last part, and he felt so fucking worn down already. He continued, digging his claws deep into the ground below him, "And you know what I found? You [i]know what I found? A note. A fucking note, with no more than a simple goodbye, and no fucking explanation! If you killed her to protect me, then why did you fucking leave instead of not being a coward?" There were tears in his eyes now, hot and angry, and his wings were drooping at his sides. He looked... tired. So, dreadfully tired.

━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━