04-18-2020, 11:31 AM
☆ 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 —
Truth be told, Aurum wasn't yet sure what he thought of Beck's siblings. Their encounter at the border hadn't exactly gone without controversy, and while it seemed like some of them – like Bridget – wished to stay, the ones that chose to leave didn't sit right with him. They had come all this way to find Beck, only to then immediately turn around and leave? It reminded him far too much of Poet, and made the fur along his spine prick, wondering how Beck possibly could've been feeling. Hadn't the boy been through enough in his life? Still, it wasn't Aurum's place to berate or inspect them. Beck could do that himself. Or Selby, considering the looks that the sawbone had been giving the large set of siblings when they first arrived. The angel certainly couldn't blame Selby for being suspicious, considering they were claiming to be related to his son, and had been gone for quite a long damn time.
Now that Aurum was out and about a little bit more after the birth of his children, he decided that it was time to return the books that he had taken out of the library during his absence. He had needed something to keep him occupied while he was confined inside, but now that he could return to his regular duties? He didn't really need the huge amount of books littered around his home. So, he had packed them all up in one big bag, clenching it in his jaws and moving off towards the library. When he eventually grew close, he was surprised to see Alaric talking with one of the newcomers. Bridget, he thought her name was. He wasn't used to Alaric showing a genuine interest in others if he didn't have to – he had become used to the other's slightly blunt nature – but he supposed it was common courtesy to introduce yourself to the unknown. Deciding to provide the other with some backup, Aurum put his bag of books down near the opening of the library, moving up beside Alaric before he rumbled, "Hello there... how're you enjoying your time in Tanglewood so far?" That seemed like a neutral enough question, after Alaric's simple request for a name.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
#psychosocial.Now that Aurum was out and about a little bit more after the birth of his children, he decided that it was time to return the books that he had taken out of the library during his absence. He had needed something to keep him occupied while he was confined inside, but now that he could return to his regular duties? He didn't really need the huge amount of books littered around his home. So, he had packed them all up in one big bag, clenching it in his jaws and moving off towards the library. When he eventually grew close, he was surprised to see Alaric talking with one of the newcomers. Bridget, he thought her name was. He wasn't used to Alaric showing a genuine interest in others if he didn't have to – he had become used to the other's slightly blunt nature – but he supposed it was common courtesy to introduce yourself to the unknown. Deciding to provide the other with some backup, Aurum put his bag of books down near the opening of the library, moving up beside Alaric before he rumbled, "Hello there... how're you enjoying your time in Tanglewood so far?" That seemed like a neutral enough question, after Alaric's simple request for a name.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM
— Reggan