cold months ➵ bringing plants in

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

Truthfully, Aurum had been able to tell that Crowley never used such strange methods or miracles on his plants when he had first tried to grow his own garden and the other had come over. Although the demon had his glasses on at the time, and his expression was somewhat hidden, Aurum had still noticed the way that Crowley's brows had risen, and a strange look had come to his muzzle, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had amused Aurum more than it had upset him, mainly because he knew that without his elementals, he probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere in growing a garden. Eye moving upward to look over Crowley's place, the angel took note of the way that the place would probably be comfortable and warm for the other, even with all of the plants around. He didn't know much about plants – as he had demonstrated several times before – but he couldn't help but feel slightly worried about the amount of sunlight they would be getting... not that either of them could help that, since it wasn't like there would be much sunlight outside soon either. Dipping his head a bit, the lion rumbled as his tail twitched back and forth behind him, "I suppose it is getting close to the winter months. Plants probably won't be too happy being out here when everything starts freezing over..." He definitely wasn't looking forward to when that started happening, even with his thick golden pelt to protect him from the icy winds and cold surroundings.

The winged lion found himself nodding when Crowley mentioned he should have enough room, mumbling as he got back up to his feet and moved down the line of plants still in the ground, "Alright, well, I hope you do have enough room, just so you can take care of them like you want. I just figured I'd offer, so that you wouldn't be suffocated by plants while trying to sleep." Once he reached one of the plants that Crowley hadn't yet touched, the lion slowly lowered himself to the ground, his paws carefully moving forward to dig his claws into the earth. He gripped the dirt underneath the plant very slowly, his large claws not made for doing something as delicate as this – they were made for ripping and tearing, killing and war, not messing with little bits of greenery. He rumbled as he slowly lifted the plant out of the ground, the roots separating as the dirt stained his usually pristine golden paws, "I'll help out with getting some of the plants out of the ground, since I know some of them are in there deep... and you've already managed to stain your fur pretty thoroughly so far." He chuckled a bit at his own soft teasing, moving to put the plant he had ripped up into one of the pots, his one good eye darting around to make sure that he hadn't pulled up any weeds along with it.

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