THIS ISN'T GOODBYE, IT'S SEE YOU LATER ☆ vigenere

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It wasn't as if Aurum hadn't lost anybody else in the past. After all, his father had died when he was fairly young, Arrow had died right in front of him, and his mother had been murdered by none other than his brother, even if it was in self defense. So, the angel was no stranger to loss, and he especially wasn't a stranger to the pain that came with mourning. Even mourning over those he hadn't really known the status of, such as Red, or Crowley, had hurt him down to the very core. Despite this, Moth's death had hit him harder than most. She had been one of the first other tanglers he had ever met, not to mention the deep connection that the two of them had formed. They would've fought by each other's sides forever, until the world around them collapsed – although it seemed as though Moth's world had collapsed sooner than his. In addition to all of that, her death had happened very quickly in the aftermath of Feza's, a loss that he had already been reeling over. He had actually just been beginning to recover from the loss of his friend when Moth had been yanked from him, and he had lost yet another part of his support system. It had been the final straw for him, and he had known he needed freedom from the raging emotions inside.

Even with all of this in mind, as Aurum listened to Vigenere's story, he couldn't help the ache of sympathy that gripped his insides. Even with all that he had lost, at least he had never been forced to watch his lover, killed before his very eyes. If he had been... he wasn't sure how he would've reacted. Sadness and agony were the first things to come to mind, obviously, but anger also festered, deep down. He knew that he would've wanted to rip whoever did it limb from limb, just so that they would suffer as his love had. He honestly found it to be a bit of a miracle that Vigenere hadn't tried to do that very thing to Caesar when the other showed up on their border. With one blue eye darkened in pain, the angel hesitated for a moment before he stretched a wing out, his feathers gently touching Vig's shoulder, "I... I'm so sorry to hear that. I can't even begin to imagine what that must've been like. You're a stronger man than me, or I think I would've done something... more than a little regrettable." He knew he would, honestly. Aurum's own brother, Poet, was lucky that he had only killed their mother in self defense, or there would've been more than a little hell to pay.

Taking a deep breath, the lion turned his eyes towards the sky for a moment, watching idly as the clouds passed by slowly. It felt unfair for the world to be so peaceful and wonderful, when they were here talking about things so devastating. A sigh leaving him, the male then turned his gaze back to Vigenere, his neutral expression turning to a soft, comforting smile, "At least... at least things will hopefully get better. For the both of us. I mean, you've already got Morgan, and your son. And I have Roy, and the rest of my family, and a whole wide world in front of me. Not to mention the fact that... this doesn't mean that I'll never return to Tanglewood. Ultimately... Tanglewood was the first place I ever truly felt at home. And it's the only place where I'll always know it's my home. However, for now... I just need some time away. Some time to mourn, where I won't wake up every morning and have to walk by what remains of my sister's home. Hopefully that time won't be too long, but either way, I know things will be alright." Perhaps that was a little sappy, but he didn't feel that was necessarily a bad thing. It seemed as though Vigenere needed a little bit of hope at the moment, and Aurum knew that he needed some.

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