LOVE, ITS BEEN MONTHS- return

♛ SLEEP ON ME, FEEL THE RHYTHM IN MY CHEST, JUST BREATH. I WILL STAY SO THE LANTERN IN YOUR HEART WON'T FADE. —

Aurum. He had mixed feelings, on that topic. The prideful lion, defender of his home, hater of Piers' father. His eyes narrowed just a bit upon spotting the golden pelt, but he forced his fur to remain flat, his ears lowered and eyes dropping to the ground. In ways, he hadn't been sure if he was ready to face society again, to seek out what he saw as, well, former family. But what Aurum had said last to him, he had taken into account. He hadn't meant to hurt Piers. He hadn't meant to hurt him, but Piers couldn't bear those words. It wasn't long after that sickness riddled his system and killed him.

His throat cleared, and by the time his eyes lifted back up, he was facing Aurum, a good six paces away from eachother. Well, probably six of Aurum's paces. The hybrid's ears lowered a bit, before rotating forward and pushing in the same direction. Aurum hadn't changed as much, and honestly, Piers remembered quite easily. He'd have a haughty and cautious chuckle if he had known Aurum thought he wouldn't remember. Piers' eyes flashed gently, "Yes, it is. Piers Kyrzoba." His voice was worn, scratchy in a sense, but it was clear Piers' had matured in that time by tone of voice alone. It was stronger, shouldering some mystery ache.

"How long has it been, Aurum?" He questioned, his eyes resting straight upon Aurum's. It seemed there was little to no fear or stray in their purpose anymore.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #6F6F99; font-size: 24px;"]— PIERS KYR. ♛

#psychosocial.