LOVE, ITS BEEN MONTHS- return

[wormwood.]

NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Piers. It was a name that Aurum had not heard in quite some time, and not one that he had ever expected to hear again, honestly. Last he had heard, the boy had been out in the desert, calling Kydobi his father, and the Pitt his home. Despite this, the angel didn't hold any ill will towards Piers. He wasn't sure his resentment of Kydobi would ever fade – even though he had little idea of where the other was now – but Piers didn't deserve to suffer for that. However, that was only what Aurum knew about the young hybrid's whereabouts. He had seen The Pitt and their members numerous times since his last encounter with Piers – mainly at monthly meetings and raids – but he hadn't seen any sign of the other. Unfortunately, he had eventually just conceded that the other was gone, and that there was nothing he could do about it. That had stung like hell, but he did have others that he needed to protect.

That day, when Aurum had emerged from his home to get to work on whatever the day needed, he was startled by a familiar scent, one that he hadn't encountered in some time. His one eye scanned around camp before he spotted Piers, tensing up in confusion and worry. Much like when Arrow had returned in her ghostly form, the lion was forced to wonder if he was somehow hallucinating. If he wasn't, he couldn't afford to let this opportunity slip through his paws. So, he tentatively approached, clearing his throat as he came to a seat just a few paces in front of Piers. As his thin tail came to rest over his paws, he muttered, "Hello. Piers... is that you?" He had to wonder if Piers would even remember him. Something seemed off about the other, as if his mind was foggy, and distant. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.