INFECTED WITH YOUR GENETICS ☆ o, joining

[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 —

To be quite honest, Aurum found himself jumping a little bit when not only one someone, but two someones responded to his call. He hadn't been entirely sure if there would actually be anyone around, thinking that perhaps the manor was actually just entirely abandoned, and the strange scent was simply an amalgam of passing animals. In addition to this, the angel was simply in a jumpy overall state, barely managing to coax himself into a state of shaky ease after his mental breakdown and rush through the woods. It quickly became clear that the events of just a few minutes before must've been written on his face, considering what Icarus said to him. The lion found himself wincing at that little comment, although he was less offended and more embarrassed with his own behavior. Why was it that he always allowed himself to fall apart? Letting out a slightly shuddering breath, Aurum muttered dryly, "I assure you, I have. It has been... a rough few days, actually." Death after death, the meteor, the tremors, his trip to the Typhoon... it was honestly a miracle that he hadn't ended up in this state earlier, given his habit of pulling away from others when it came to his own issues. He was happy to indulge when he was helping others, but when it came to helping himself? He was still working on that.

Invite you into the manor to rest. The other's words fascinated Aurum, who found himself making mental notes about this place. So they did live in the manor, evidently. The angel wasn't sure he could blame them, considering how appealing it looked even from the outside. Disregarding that, he had been asked a question, and not wishing to be rude, he answered curtly, "I... my name is Aurum, and I'm from Tanglewood. I was going to visit one of our allies, and on the way back, I had a bit of an incident and ended up here. I was curious about what group might be here, considering I hadn't been out this way before. A rest inside the manor does sound very appealing, but I understand if you don't want a stranger from another group inside." Some rest before he made the rest of the trek home would probably help to prevent another breakdown, but Aurum wouldn't blame either Icarus or the silent Safflower for turning him away. After all, he could've been violent for all they knew. He knew he had his fair share of suspicions when others arrived on the border of Tanglewood, and although he had been fighting against that urge to analyze everything as of late, it was a difficult habit to break.

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

#psychosocial.