walking with the moon [★] under the stars book swap

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Luckily for Kiira's usually frazzled and anxious young mind – minds? – she and Aurum had a great deal of things in common, despite the things they disagreed on. The angel loved stories and reading with a passion, having enjoyed both ever since he was just a cub that needed an escape from the world, and he had always had a great time with some stargazing in the past. Back when he and Poet were just cubs, he would often drag the other out to the very edges of the abandoned city that their pride had lived within, just so that they would have a clear view of the sky above for looking up at the glimmering lights. Poet had always thought it was sort of weird, and they weren't able to do it often, considering the cold of outside of the city would seep into his bones and make his sickness worse, but he'd humor Aurum, if only for a little while. Now, both of those beloved childhood activities mixed together? Well, it was practically a dream come true for the tigon proxy of Tanglewood. It would be the perfect way to unwind after a long day of hard work, and it would also hopefully continue to help mend the bond between he and Kiira that had been damaged through his furious outbursts towards Pittians. He still didn't regret his actions, but he did regret frightening Kiira, having never wanted the girl to be put in the middle of it all.

Ever since the flyer had first been outside of his door that morning, Aurum had been thinking of the event all day, giddy with almost childish excitement. When the sun finally set and the sky above darkened, Aurum made sure to gather up several of his favorite old books – the ones he could bear to part with, anyways – in a satchel, and headed down towards the little gathering. Smile growing as he spotted both Leroy and Kiira there, he moved to sit on one of the blankets as well, "Hello, Kiira... this is a wonderful little event you've set up here." As he said this, he slipped the satchel from around his slightly cub-pudgy waist, putting it aside to pull the books free.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM

#psychosocial.