02-01-2020, 04:31 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Aurum couldn't remember the last time that he had seen Crowley.
Once, the other had been practically everywhere, and the two of them had seemed attached at the hip with how often you could see them together at events. Then, one day passed, and suddenly that was just... over. Crowley wasn't around anymore. Aurum blamed himself. Blamed his stupid feelings and his stupid drunkenness and his stupid clumsy confession to the demon who would never love him back because why would Crowley love him back? They were just friends, and that was all they were ever supposed to be, and that's why Crowley never thought about it beyond that. Aurum was just the fucking idiot who had to go and ruin all of that, and he ended up losing one of his best friends because of it. He'd tried, several times, to go to Crowley's house. He'd sit outside the door, waiting and wondering why no one ever answered when he knocked on the door. It made his chest ache, even before he had ended up fucking stabbed. For the first few weeks after Crowley had seemingly disappeared from all their lives, this had been a near daily occurrence. Aurum would go to Crowley's house, knock on the demon's door, and just ramble out apologies. But as the weeks had gone on and had turned to so long it felt like ages, it had become less and less common for Aurum to be waiting outside the other's house.
He tried to focus on himself. He tried to focus on his own house, and his own friends, and his fucking son. He didn't need Crowley, no matter how much it hurt to not see the other's smirking face around anymore. He was... he was fine. He was fine, even after he had ended up with a lance sticking out of his chest and death reaching for his body, trying to pry his soul down to the depths. He was fine, even when he was forced to stay around his house, his chest bound up in bandages as he slowly healed, everything aching, but his heart aching worst of all. He was fine, goddamn it. He wasn't pining. He wasn't crying over a coward who was too scared to actually confront him or the emotions that were killing Aurum's insides. The angel refused to think about it. He refused to let the fucking snake worm his way into his head and into his heart, even when he was laying in his new big bed, wishing that the other was in bed with him. Every night he prayed that he could just stop thinking of burying his nose in Crowley's fur, stop thinking of rambling his daily nonsenses to the other. It was torture, but he knew it was torture of his own design.
When Aurum passed by Crowley's home that morning, he expected nothing. He expected the usual cold front, with no open doors and no noise and just... nothingness. Instead, he was face to face with both his greatest wish and his worst nightmare. Crowley was awake. He was dragging plants out of his home, looking exhausted and utterly drained amd ripping them free of their pots, possibly as a form of therapy. The proxy found himself staring for a moment, not sure whether he wanted to scream in rage or shout in happiness. His claws dug deeply down into the soft earth for a moment before he finally forced his legs to move him forward. Once he was a few paces away from Crowley, he sat down, and he finally spoke, his voice sounding weak despite his usual rumble, "...Hey, Crowley. Where've you been?" He couldn't think of anything better to say than just that. Than just where've you been? However, there were many questions left unsaid, all wrapped up in that one simple question. Where've you been, while I was being stabbed? Where've you been, while I struggled to hold it together? Where've you been, while I pined for you, and loved you, and was such a fucking idiot?
Once, the other had been practically everywhere, and the two of them had seemed attached at the hip with how often you could see them together at events. Then, one day passed, and suddenly that was just... over. Crowley wasn't around anymore. Aurum blamed himself. Blamed his stupid feelings and his stupid drunkenness and his stupid clumsy confession to the demon who would never love him back because why would Crowley love him back? They were just friends, and that was all they were ever supposed to be, and that's why Crowley never thought about it beyond that. Aurum was just the fucking idiot who had to go and ruin all of that, and he ended up losing one of his best friends because of it. He'd tried, several times, to go to Crowley's house. He'd sit outside the door, waiting and wondering why no one ever answered when he knocked on the door. It made his chest ache, even before he had ended up fucking stabbed. For the first few weeks after Crowley had seemingly disappeared from all their lives, this had been a near daily occurrence. Aurum would go to Crowley's house, knock on the demon's door, and just ramble out apologies. But as the weeks had gone on and had turned to so long it felt like ages, it had become less and less common for Aurum to be waiting outside the other's house.
He tried to focus on himself. He tried to focus on his own house, and his own friends, and his fucking son. He didn't need Crowley, no matter how much it hurt to not see the other's smirking face around anymore. He was... he was fine. He was fine, even after he had ended up with a lance sticking out of his chest and death reaching for his body, trying to pry his soul down to the depths. He was fine, even when he was forced to stay around his house, his chest bound up in bandages as he slowly healed, everything aching, but his heart aching worst of all. He was fine, goddamn it. He wasn't pining. He wasn't crying over a coward who was too scared to actually confront him or the emotions that were killing Aurum's insides. The angel refused to think about it. He refused to let the fucking snake worm his way into his head and into his heart, even when he was laying in his new big bed, wishing that the other was in bed with him. Every night he prayed that he could just stop thinking of burying his nose in Crowley's fur, stop thinking of rambling his daily nonsenses to the other. It was torture, but he knew it was torture of his own design.
When Aurum passed by Crowley's home that morning, he expected nothing. He expected the usual cold front, with no open doors and no noise and just... nothingness. Instead, he was face to face with both his greatest wish and his worst nightmare. Crowley was awake. He was dragging plants out of his home, looking exhausted and utterly drained amd ripping them free of their pots, possibly as a form of therapy. The proxy found himself staring for a moment, not sure whether he wanted to scream in rage or shout in happiness. His claws dug deeply down into the soft earth for a moment before he finally forced his legs to move him forward. Once he was a few paces away from Crowley, he sat down, and he finally spoke, his voice sounding weak despite his usual rumble, "...Hey, Crowley. Where've you been?" He couldn't think of anything better to say than just that. Than just where've you been? However, there were many questions left unsaid, all wrapped up in that one simple question. Where've you been, while I was being stabbed? Where've you been, while I struggled to hold it together? Where've you been, while I pined for you, and loved you, and was such a fucking idiot?
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan