#hetalion.

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     “H-Huh?! What?! No!” he fumbled over his obviously angry words. Great, now things were even more difficult. And it wasn’t helpful in the slightest that Crow was never good with confessing, especially if he had to use his words instead of just a gift.

     “I mean... y-yeah, they’re for you. But they’re from me... and uh...”

     Shit. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? Both of them were awkward already, and he couldn’t help but let his tail sway anxiously. Jeez...

     Finally trying to just choke out any words he could, he gave in and went with whatever the hell popped into his head first.

     “I thought you’d like them!! Love them, maybe.”

     Smooth.

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"Say?" Aion really has nothing to say, falling back to his fully mute tendencies after the incident that had taken away the band's energetic vocalist. His persona had crashed and burned badly, and even if he still saw himself a god, the lion doesn't think of himself a proper one. A no good, useless one instead, stripped of his most precious worshiper, unable to protect him. Cradling a bouquet of roses, the lion slumps by Crow's grave, his stone not corrupt, but definitely dulled beyond repair.

     A slight breeze found itself to the other, blowing his mane in a way that almost felt reminiscent of fingers. A few of the roses’ petals floated off of their stems, simply following where the breeze was taking them.

     If he was paying close enough attention over his own thoughts, the lion would probably feel as though someone were there with him, though it was obvious that it wasn’t someone living. But along with that presence, the wind seemed to twist into some form of melody; a voiceless, but comforting tune.

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hetalion

     “Oh, Aion,” the red-haired male peeked up from where he was sitting, face drooped into a small frown, “Do you mind helping me with the new song you produced? I need to get started on lyrics, but I can’t make much sense of it!”

     He was tempted to downplay his bandmate’s work like he typically did, but knowing how well that had gone last time, he held his tongue. It wasn’t exactly his forte, but he absolutely did not want to start up another incident.