SEVENTEEN HAVE COME AND GONE ☆ alaric

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☆ 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 —

Although Aurum was unaware of Alaric's lost eyesight, if he had been, it probably would've been difficult for him to make a direct comparison between the two incidents. He certainly wouldn't want to downplay one event by saying it was more painful than the other, especially since they were both so different. Aurum had lost his eye what felt like ages ago now, to the claws of none other than Beck. The ghostly feline had been having a hallucinatory breakdown, and had lashed out not only at Aurum, but also at everyone who had been treating him. His infected blood had gotten in the wound when he had lashed out at the proxy, not only damaging his vision, but also requiring the lion's eye to be taken out entirely. After that incident, Beck had constantly expected Aurum to be angry, or to seek revenge on the spirit for what had happened, but that really wasn't the case. After all, the angel couldn't blame him for what he had done while he had been panicking and hallucinating. Truth be told, Aurum wouldn't have been able to tell what was worse – having a face and a name to put to the cause of why you no longer had two eyes, or just having an incident, as Alaric had with the tremors. At the very least, Aurum got to know that it was his decisions that had led to him being close to Beck that day, but Alaric? Alaric had just been a victim of circumstance.

Still, Aurum's mind was not on this for the moment, unaware of the other male's issue as he was welcomed within the feline's home. When he was told he wasn't interrupting anything, the proxy found himself smiling, glad for that fact. He knew that certain groups and families had been forced to share homes with others while the territory was being cleaned up, and while Alaric didn't exactly seem the type to bond with his new roomies, Aurum was glad he wasn't interrupting any such event. When Alaric asked him what he wanted to know, the lion found himself pausing for a moment. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about what he wanted to know – he had, he just needed to get it into words. After a moment he found himself mumbling, swallowing thickly before he spoke, "Well... I suppose I'd like to learn how to deal with some basic injuries that you're more likely to see. Moth... Moth, she taught me a lot about the basics of herbs and how to identify them, but... we never got to the part where she showed me how to deal with some of the most frequent injuries, like gashes and bone breaks." Even just mentioning his sister's name made Aurum's chest tighten, the grief over the former medic still fresh and festering in his mind.

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

#psychosocial.