can't sleep [o; exploring the library]

[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 —

Alice, out of all of his sister's children, was probably one of the more soft spoken ones. Despite this, Aurum had never minded her company, having often gotten along in the past with those who spoke calmly and kindly. The lion offered a nod in Ivan's direction once the other male arrived, very glad to see that Ivan and Alice appeared to get along. The angel highly doubted that any of Moth's children would be cruel enough to dislike or pick on the sickliest of their litter, but his children seemed to have a habit of arguing. He was trying to break them out of it, but it was difficult. Regardless, his children weren't here right now, so he was free to focus solely upon Alice and Ivan. Upon hearing Alice's question about recommendation, the male's eyes practically lit up with excitement. He had always been one to love stories, and he had plenty of beloved tales from his childhood he remembered fondly to share. Glancing around at the shelves towering around them, he muttered softly, "There's one series I think that you might like, Alice. It's about a princess and a dragon, except instead of getting kidnapped by the dragon, the princess chooses to go live with the dragons and befriends them, and even becomes the hero of her own story... I don't know if it is here, but I'd be happy to try and find it for you." It was a longer series, so perhaps the girl wouldn't be able to read all of them now, but Aurum was always willing to read to his niece, if need be.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.