castle rock — intro

[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 thought he had known about all of his sister's children. Then again, it seemed as though Moth had thought she was done with children as well, before Simon ended up gracing the group of Tanglewood. The proxy had not known of this, far too preoccupied with his own life developments to get around to visiting Moth anymore. Most of the time he was just too tired, the swelling of his belly causing him to stay at home more and more often as of late. He was eager to give birth to the cubs, if only so that it would allow him freedom of movement again. He yearned for his wings, and the ability to fly through the sky, able to look down and see anything significant that was going on. However, despite his own worries, Aurum had been making an active effort to keep an eye on Selby and Moth's children when they couldn't be around, knowing that more often than not, children yearned simply to go out and ignore their parents' wishes when they left home. Perhaps it was a cynical view of how children acted, but it was absolutely how the tigon himself had acted when he was a mere cub, although the situation had been a tad bit different – considering Moth and Selby were much better parents than Judith and Aethelwulf had been.

It wasn't often that the angel found himself at the shore, despite the fact he had been so joyous when he had first discovered it soon after his joining. He had been so used to the overwhelming humidity and mud of the Tanglewood swamp that it had been like a godsend, even when others had arrived and warned him of the issues with the water. He still enjoyed coming to the edge of the water occasionally just to let it lap at his paws, but he hardly went bouncing and splashing around in it like he had the first time. He had been going to the edge of the water that day to just destress, figuring he could let the sound of the waves hitting the sand fill his ears and close his eyes, and just let his body relax for a while. He hadn't been expecting anyone else to be there, much less a child that smelled not only of the salty water he was leaping into, but also Aurum's sister, and Selby. The proxy found himself baffled for a moment, just watching as the child moved further and further out into the waves, gaining courage with every little step forward. When he eventually regained his ability to move, the tigon took his last few steps to the edge of the water, clearing his throat nervously.

The reason for his nerves was a deep worry, clawed down within the very core of his being. Even without knowing that Simon couldn't swim, Aurum knew how vicious the sea could be when it wanted to be, and if one particularly strong wave came... it could snatch Simon right up, and drag him down into the blue depths. Chest tightening at the mental image, the angel's tongue finally seemed to work, his voice raising slightly to be heard above the waves as he spoke, "Little one! Please be careful. You don't know when the waves could kick up and surprise you, and I'm sure nobody wants you getting hurt..." He would ask about who the boy was later. For now, his primary concern was just making sure that the child was safe.

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

#psychosocial.