SWING ME AROUND • reading.

Aurum couldn't say that he exactly blamed Delilah for being sad about the hand she had been dealt in the unfortunate card game that was life. For a brief time there, it had seemed as though the dragoness had finally acquired true happiness, only to have it yanked away when one of her closest friends died. The feeling was achingly familiar to the lion, who found himself nodding along when Delilah spoke. Settling back on his haunches, the angel let his tail fall lightly over his own paws before he spoke, "Poe... I can't say that I've read a lot of his works, mostly because they were usually too grim for me." He laughed lightly, his voice slightly dry and tired. It was odd, feeling as though something was too grim when he knew just how unforgiving life could be, "I think I understand some of his stories more nowadays, though..." He managed a small smile in response to Delilah's own, although it felt strangely forced, considering the circumstances and the words that left her, "I wish them the best too, but... it's also good to not give up hope, right? Hope is one of the only things that keeps me going, some days..." He wasn't exactly sure what had come of Ren or of Flint, but he could at least believe that perhaps one day they would come back, right? For Delilah?

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