guess i overdid it / open

[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 —

Shouting. That was never a good sign anywhere, and especially not where Tanglewood was concerned. Aurum was already fairly consistently on edge these days thanks to the aftermath of the tremors, but to hear someone angrily shouting? It both pushed him over the edge and just made him sigh, annoyance clear in his stance as he slowly got to his feet. The lion had been resting on his porch, trying in vain to get some rest for the day while his mind was plagued with nightmares of crashes and screaming, and Moth's voice. Just the thought of it made his heart twist painfully, and he sped up his pace over to where Alaric was, flanked both by Octane and Ivan. He immediately winced when he heard Octane, not even sure how to communicate how insensitive that was if it was correct. Although, given the mood that Alaric seemed to be in, the angel was sure that the other would communicate that quite clearly himself. Shifting a bit awkwardly from where he stood, Aurum allowed his one eyed gaze to scan Alaric's face, looking for any abnormalities. Once he was done with that, he muttered softly, "...Alaric? You doing alright? Cause I've seen that guy around before... he's not particularly sneaky." Aurum, above all the rest of those present, certainly knew what it was like to adjust to life with only one eye. It was painful and awkward, and not only for a little while, either. It had taken months for the lion to be able to adjust to the lack of depth perception and learn how to use his hearing more effectively. However, that also meant that he knew it wasn't a lost cause by any means.

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

#psychosocial.