RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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Of all the things that Aurum had expected Poet to possibly tell him, his father being alive was not one of them. Truthfully he hadn't known what the hell Poet was going to tell him, but Aethelwulf being alive? It hadn't even crossed his mind for the barest minimum of seconds, and when Poet said it, it felt like a swift punch of surprise right to the gut. Aurum just stared down at the other for a long moment, his brain trying and failing to process the information that he had just been given. Sure, he had heard of people coming back from the dead. Hell, he had come back from the dead not too long ago, but Aethelwulf? It just seemed so... impossible. Eventually he managed to speak, his voice a faint wheeze, "I... you... what? You can't... that can't be true. Aethelwulf... Dad cannot possibly be alive. I saw... I saw him dead. He's been gone so... so long." Aurum didn't sound angry this time, instead he just sounded confused, and perhaps a little bit upset. Not necessarily about Aethelwulf being alive, but just the shock of it all.

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