DON'T REALLY CARE FOR MUSIC, DO YOU ☆ grave visit

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ANGEL ❝ AURUM ❞ TANGLEWOOD

Four months. It had been four months since Moth had died, and part of Aurum's soul had died alongside her. He knew that, in some form, Moth's spirit lived on within Nicabar, although the lion was not yet sure of whether or not Nicabar even realized that. He doubted it, considering how Nicabar had reacted at Aurum's shock when the other had first joined. Some time had passed since then, but the angel hadn't exactly had Nicabar running up to him with a look of understanding in his eyes. So, it was safe to say that Aurum was still down a sister, whom he missed dearly. The former proxy yearned for her presence now, especially considering the injuries that he had recently sustained from the hyenas kidnapping him in the dead of night. He missed her gently tutting at him as she applied salves and bandages, asking him why he had been so reckless, or silently thanking him for doing something to protect others. He missed having tea with her afterwards, listening to her long but sweet lectures about what he could and couldn't do while he was hurt, accompanied by a vaguely threatening glare – even if he had never taken the threatening part very seriously. And yes, he had Kiira to take care of his wounds right now, but it wasn't the same. There wasn't that same sibling love that he had grown used to.

The lion had a small basket of various trinkets in his jaws as he headed towards the flower field, his steps heavy and slow as he leaned more to his uninjured side. It took longer than usual for him to get to the large and beautiful field that lingered at the edge of Tanglewood territory, but he found that he didn't mind too much. After a few minutes of searching, Aurum managed to find the small mound of dirt that signified where Moth had been buried. Sitting down nearby, he let his wings and tail droop down and relax, putting the basket down so that he could begin to pull from it. Remembering his sister's love of finding things to add to her collection, the large feline began to pluck the beautiful multicolored rocks that he had brought with him from the basket, placing them around the grave. They seemed to glow slightly in the midday sunlight, and he found himself smiling slightly, a little chuckle leaving him. He muttered, sighing as he glanced at the flowers all around, "This place is pretty nice, right...? Nice and warm, not to mention all the flowers... it'd be a nice place to live, honestly. Although, I thought you might like the rocks, just to add a bit of variety, instead of just the flowers." He knew that Moth couldn't hear him, but he didn't care. It made him feel slightly better, and gave him some slight connection to her, even with her real spirit hidden away.

Aurum found a heavier sigh leaving him, staring up at the sky far above him before he laid down near the grave, shifting until his legs were stretched out enough that he was no longer in pain. Once he was comfortable, he continued to talk to the grave, digging his claws lightly into the ground beneath him, "I miss you, you know... things just don't feel normal without you around. I mean... they don't feel super normal right now anyways. Everything has changed, not to mention my injuries. They're actually what got me thinking about you in the first place..." Gently resting his chin against the ground, Aurum briefly closed his eyes as he continued, "I know you probably wouldn't have approved of me coming out here, not while everything hurts so much. But... I just needed a second, you know? I promise I'll go back home soon. Won't be too long before the sun goes down, anyways." For the moment, he just laid silently near the grave, letting himself relax as he enjoyed the comfort that venting provided. He knew that he would soon need to return home, but that could wait.

BUT SINCE IT FALLS UNTO MY LOT
THAT I SHOULD RISE AND YOU SHOULD NOT

— Reggan