RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana"]”i want to be a better brother, worm!” he said, trying to keep his own voice steady. he’d learned emotional control at a very, very young age, so even the tiniest shake was a bit odd. for poet, at least. he really did want to be better, to do better, but he couldn’t exactly do that if he had no one to do better for, and it’s not like he could do better for their father or their grandfather. one was dead, the other didn't even know what happened. “and there’s.. more things i need to tell you but i shouldn’t yet. it’ll only make you more.. flames, i think.. it’s nothing bad, i promise but.. it might upset you more.”