LITTLE WHITE ROOM OF MINE // trying to walk

[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 —

Injuries were quite familiar to Aurum, if that wasn't plain enough for anyone to see just by looking at him. After all, one of the first things that newcomers noticed about him – either right before or after the wings – was the fact that he was missing an eye. Although he hadn't lost his eye in the most grandiose way, he still didn't regret how he had ended up losing it. He had been intent on helping Beck, and even if he had ended up suffering for it, at least it seemed like the kid was doing... semi-well. Better with Selby to guide him, at the very least. Aside from just his eye, Aurum also had a multitude of marks and scars littering his body, all with different ages and severity. Some were just small scratches from when he was a cub and he had been a bit too rambunctious, while some were as raw and still new as the massive starburst scar on his chest. However, he wore his scars as a sign of pride. After all, they meant that he had gone through the worst things in his life and had come out the other side, battered and bruised, yet still whole. Of course, that didn't account for the multitude of emotional scars that littered his heart, but be preferred to keep those hidden away, healing gradually as he worked through them.

Even with the great deal of injuries he had sustained in his relatively short life, Aurum had pretty much always been smart enough to go to a medic when he needed to. If it was something relatively small? He could just patch that up and deal with it himself. After all, little scratches didn't need an entire medical team to carefully inspect them. However, when it was something a bit more complex, especially something that could get worse over time, Aurum was always sure to bring that to the medical team. Even if Vigenere thought that his injury was relatively minor, the lion knew it would only grow worse with irritation, and he couldn't help the worried and vaguely annoyed expression on his face as he trotted over. Looking the other feline over slowly, the proxy tilted his head before speaking, "...You shouldn't be shifting the attention to Octane just so you don't have to worry about seeing a medic, Vigenere. If you keep walking on that without it being properly looked at, it'll only get worse and worse." He wasn't sure if Vigenere would actually listen to him, especially considering they were relatively new acquaintances, but maybe his firm and authoritative tone would make up for that.

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

#psychosocial.