HUMAN PROCRASTINATION ☆ poetking

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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Aurum made a soft noise as Poetking got closer, shifting a little uncomfortably before he just sighed and puffed his chest out so that his brother could see it more easily. The scar was angry and still an unpleasant pinkish red color, with the branching little offshoots looking like little burns curling off of the initial stab wound. When he heard his brother's bewildered voice, he snorted before explaining, his eye narrowing briefly, "I'm not... I'm not religious, not really. But a couple of months ago, I started having these... strange dreams. I was in this place full of light, and... there was so much crazy shit going on, really. But everybody kept calling me this... weird name. An angel name. And I found out that... I'm an angel. I was an angel, way back before I was born. And then I got sent down here. I know it sounds crazy, but... it's hardly the most crazy thing that has happened the last few months." He shifted one of his wings up a bit, twisting it slightly to the side so that he could inspect his own feathers, "After I found out, I think the other angels expected me to... go back. Up there. But I didn't. I stayed here, so Uriel came after me."

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