LAUGH MADE OF WAX — snow / au

[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 —

Aurum had never really been a big fan of the snow. That wasn't to say that he wasn't used to it. No, he had found himself quite well acquainted with snow throughout most of his childhood, the city that he and his family had occupied near constantly wracked with sometimes terrifying snowstorms. The majority of the time, however, the snowstorms were just an annoyance, piling the white substance upon sidewalks and icing over valuable walkways, making them difficult to traverse. The blonde could still remember many a day spent shivering, teeth faintly chattering as he wrapped his arms further around himself in a desperate attempt to preserve warmth, even as frost clawed beneath his skin. He had always been the less fortunate of the pair of he and Alfred, with his younger brother often getting all of the winter clothes that actually insulated while Aurum was left with the scraps. This wasn't often intentional, considering Alfred often tried to share his scarf between them, the two young brothers pressed together for the heat they so craved as they walked along.

When Aurum had finally left his hometown, he had hoped to go somewhere where he would no longer have to worry about the bitter cold, he and his sibling driving into the horizon until they finally hit the wall known as Tanglewood. Initially their stay in the group had been borne out of necessity, just until they could continue on to fairer pastures, but that had been many months ago, in a time that he could hardly remember anymore. When they had first arrived, it had been near the end of the summer, and Aurum had been overjoyed by the heat of the swamp that soaked into his skin, even if it left him sweaty and overheated in the end. However, the seasons had changed as they always did, and the short blonde had been forced to endure, enjoying the fall months and suffering through the winter ones with thick jackets, mittens, and woolen hats. Some had claimed he was being dramatic, but he didn't truly think so. When winter had finally begun to draw to a close, Aurum had been overjoyed, figuring that he would soon once again be able to appreciate the sun bathing upon his skin, and his usually pale complexion darkening a tone or two. Unfortunately, the change was slow going, and it seemed as though winter had one last dig it wanted to get in before it finally faded away.

The angel really couldn't help the faint scowl that came to his face when he peaked from his home that morning to see the snow covering the ground, a layer of whiteness that seemed to cackle back at him. Sighing heavily, Aurum had yanked his winter clothes from the back of his closet where they had been shoved, gearing himself up appropriately before he finally said goodbye to Roy and Kaito and stepped out into the open air. A shiver ran down his spine as he walked through the town, the snow giving an admittedly pleasant crunch beneath his feet as he trotted along slowly. It wasn't long before he came to Selby and Moth's house, blinking in surprise at the sight of Selby happily out in the snow before he spotted Beck, and it all clicked into place. Moving a few paces away from the pair, Aurum allowed his eyes to scan over all of the half completed snowmen being built in the yard, raising an eyebrow before he spoke, "You guys got any carrots? The poor things aren't gonna have any sense of smell." His mittened hands were stuffed securely in his pockets, and his voice was slightly muffled by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

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

#psychosocial.