11-01-2020, 11:28 PM
NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Aurum had always been a bit of a book fanatic, something that was easy enough to learn from anyone who had known him for even a little while. Stories had driven him throughout most of his life, giving him a reason to keep on going even when things in the real world were looking dark. Even now, he had a tendency to turn to his books, even when he knew that he should've been resting. He just couldn't help it, though. Just laying around his house and letting his body heal was unbearably boring, and he was sure that without the various novels scattered around his abode, he would've left a long time ago. The mere thought of a literature club probably would've been extremely exciting to the angel, since he was always eager to share his perspective about different stories and what he felt their meanings could've been. Of course, there was always the chance that he would babble on for a bit too long and annoy others, but that probably wouldn't be the case in a group totally built for that. However, unlike Sophiea – or Archimedes, rather – Aurum didn't find the concept of the club itself all that boring. So, he probably wouldn't have gone searching for something to spice it up in the same way that she had.
Sophiea's discovery wasn't by any stretch of the definition a bad thing, however. The record player's music was surprisingly smooth and satisfying, and while Aurum wouldn't have personally put any music on to read with, it wasn't bad. Time would tell if he actually thought it was a good idea for a literature club to have a backing tune – provided he actually got to join any potential club, considering his long bouts of sleeping as of late. Unfortunately, none of this changed the fact that the lion's first exposure to the music truthfully wasn't all that pleasant. One moment, he had just been out on his porch, enjoying the sunlight that was raining down on him and breathing in the fresh air. It had been one of those rare times that he came outside to rest, figuring that it was nice and peaceful enough out that he wouldn't have to worry about his sleep getting interrupted. Beethoven, however, came along to wreck all of that. The music itself wasn't unpleasant, but the sudden noise was enough to cause the former proxy to grumble, scrubbing at his temple with a paw. He eventually sighed and pushed himself up to his feet, figuring there was no use in trying to sleep at the moment. At least not until he could possibly convince whoever was playing it to turn the damn music off.
Long strides eventually brought Aurum over to where Sophiea was sitting, the English woman seeming entirely zoned out along with the music. The angel couldn't even resist the urge to chuckle, more used to seeing a vaguely annoyed or displaced look on Soph's face, rather than a happy one. Reaching one of his broad paws out, he waved it in front of Sophiea's face, questioning curiously, "Sophiea? Am I safe in assuming that this thing is yours?" He flicked one of his broad wings towards the record player, just making sure that it was abundantly clear what he was talking about. He then let his one eyed gaze travel over the old device, taking it all in before he muttered, "I don't even remember the last time I saw one of these things... I'm assuming you got it from the junkyard? Cause, if you did, it's in surprisingly good shape. It was loud enough that it even woke me from my sleep..." His last words were meant to be a subtle jab, but he doubted they would be taken as such. He had never been great with being even teasingly mean to his groupmates, mainly because he cared for them all so much. He didn't want feelings getting hurt, even for something as simple and childish as a joke. In addition to that, he didn't truly mind the music that the record player was putting out. He had never been a classical music enthusiast, but it wasn't hard for him to admit that the Beethoven was soothing, and he might have even been able to sleep through it, if it was just a touch lower in volume. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
Sophiea's discovery wasn't by any stretch of the definition a bad thing, however. The record player's music was surprisingly smooth and satisfying, and while Aurum wouldn't have personally put any music on to read with, it wasn't bad. Time would tell if he actually thought it was a good idea for a literature club to have a backing tune – provided he actually got to join any potential club, considering his long bouts of sleeping as of late. Unfortunately, none of this changed the fact that the lion's first exposure to the music truthfully wasn't all that pleasant. One moment, he had just been out on his porch, enjoying the sunlight that was raining down on him and breathing in the fresh air. It had been one of those rare times that he came outside to rest, figuring that it was nice and peaceful enough out that he wouldn't have to worry about his sleep getting interrupted. Beethoven, however, came along to wreck all of that. The music itself wasn't unpleasant, but the sudden noise was enough to cause the former proxy to grumble, scrubbing at his temple with a paw. He eventually sighed and pushed himself up to his feet, figuring there was no use in trying to sleep at the moment. At least not until he could possibly convince whoever was playing it to turn the damn music off.
Long strides eventually brought Aurum over to where Sophiea was sitting, the English woman seeming entirely zoned out along with the music. The angel couldn't even resist the urge to chuckle, more used to seeing a vaguely annoyed or displaced look on Soph's face, rather than a happy one. Reaching one of his broad paws out, he waved it in front of Sophiea's face, questioning curiously, "Sophiea? Am I safe in assuming that this thing is yours?" He flicked one of his broad wings towards the record player, just making sure that it was abundantly clear what he was talking about. He then let his one eyed gaze travel over the old device, taking it all in before he muttered, "I don't even remember the last time I saw one of these things... I'm assuming you got it from the junkyard? Cause, if you did, it's in surprisingly good shape. It was loud enough that it even woke me from my sleep..." His last words were meant to be a subtle jab, but he doubted they would be taken as such. He had never been great with being even teasingly mean to his groupmates, mainly because he cared for them all so much. He didn't want feelings getting hurt, even for something as simple and childish as a joke. In addition to that, he didn't truly mind the music that the record player was putting out. He had never been a classical music enthusiast, but it wasn't hard for him to admit that the Beethoven was soothing, and he might have even been able to sleep through it, if it was just a touch lower in volume. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.
— Reggan