Still a grandeur and abandoned son, pace your running ❀ Story Tellings

[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 —

Stories. Aurum had been a big fan of them ever since he had been but a cub, constantly entertaining himself by imagining himself in the position of the big, brave hero. It had been a stark contrast to his actual everyday life, where he had been forced to endure the cruel words of his mother while quite desperately trying to keep his brother safe. He was glad that those days were over now, but he had still never lost the love for storytelling that had come along with them. So, despite the frequent exhaustion that now followed him around like an unwelcome storm cloud, the lion found himself padding over to listen to Eulogy's tale. It was hard for him to enjoy the stories like he used to, considering it was hard to think of takes of heroes and magic when the real world was so drab and awful at the moment, but he didn't want to make Eulogy feel bad, and perhaps hearing something unique would cheer him up, even the faintest bit. He wasn't sure whether or not the female had heard about everything that had happened in her absence – or at least in the period of time where he hadn't seen her – but either way, he was grateful for the distraction.

The angel sat and listened attentively as Eulogy told her story, occasionally nodding his head and smiling faintly when she got to the part about Raven stealing off into the sky with everything he had needed to take. When she eventually got the end of the rather creative tale, Aurum found himself chuckling, the little smile having evolved into a full blown grin. He rumbled, his tail flicking casually behind him, "That was a lovely story, Eulogy. Although I'm not too sure about that moral at the end. Generally stealing is bad, yes, but sometimes it can be useful..." His mind traveled back to Kaito for a moment, his eyes darkening as he thought of how he hadn't seen the thief who was like a son to him in ages. Hastily shaking his head to ward those thoughts off, he then continued, "Besides, I've got fire elementals. Sometimes the fire holding happens unintentionally." He chuckled a bit at that last part, having clearly intended it as a joke.

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

#psychosocial.