AMERICAN NIGHTMARE // open, 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 —

This was certainly an... interesting interaction to bear witness to. It wasn't as if Aurum didn't know family troubles. No, in fact, he knew them quite well. Whether it be his poor relationship with his mother because of her abuse, his strained relationship with his father because of his distance, or his complicated relationship with Poetking that involved many twists and turns, the proxy had never really been allowed a simple family life. Or at least, not a biological one. His adopted family had been the light of his life, and now that he had both biological and adopted children, he could only hope they would get along. Or at the very least, wouldn't end up with strained and damaged relationships like he and Poetking had as brothers, or worse, like Vigenere and Caesar. When the lion had first met Caesar at the Elysiun gathering, he had little idea of the other's familial connections. He had certainly seen the similarities between Caesar and Vigenere, but when he tried to question the feline about whether or not they were related, he had been quickly denied. It seemed, however, going by how Vigenere was currently reacting to the presence of the other male, that might not have been very truthful. Aurum had never really been a big fan of liars, and it thankfully seemed as though this one would be getting what was coming to him before too long.

Padding up alongside both Vigenere and Leroy, the proxy looked Caesar up and down, his one eye scanning slowly over the familiar feline. He knew that he hadn't been imagining anything when he had seen the familial similarities. His tail lashed and twitched from side to side behind him as he spoke, addressing Caesar first, "Hello there... not so long time no see, huh? You get tired of Elysium, or did they kick you out?" He would've been nicer to any other potential joiner, but considering how the usually level-headed Vigenere was acting... something needed to be up with this guy. Tilting his head towards Vigenere, Aurum found himself questioning bluntly, "You don't think we should let him in? I met him at the Elysium festival, but he denied having any connection to you... him lying to me doesn't exactly make me a huge fan of him right off the bat." Perhaps he was being a bit harsh, but as of recently, his patience had been running thin, cut down and strangled by all those that he had lost so close together. He didn't have time for liars and assholes, and his old plush walls had instead been replaced with tired, cold steel.

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

#psychosocial.