[ It comes out as almost a scoff - because never before has anyone ever declared that he would be kind, nor sweet, nor tender. That is not the kind of person that he is, and yet Aventurine sees through the bluster and the way he holds himself and sees something that was hidden inside. It's as if there's a gem inside of him, waiting for someone to see it, to leave him gleaming and wanting.
Selfish, perhaps, but Ratio can appreciate honesty if nothing else. ]
A strange accusation to lay at my feet.
[ But he finds it captivating all the same, and he steps forward, one hand rising to cup Aventurine's cheek gently. ]
Are you so lonely, Aventurine? That you would choose me of all people to ease your hurts?
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[ It comes out as almost a scoff - because never before has anyone ever declared that he would be kind, nor sweet, nor tender. That is not the kind of person that he is, and yet Aventurine sees through the bluster and the way he holds himself and sees something that was hidden inside. It's as if there's a gem inside of him, waiting for someone to see it, to leave him gleaming and wanting.
Selfish, perhaps, but Ratio can appreciate honesty if nothing else. ]
A strange accusation to lay at my feet.
[ But he finds it captivating all the same, and he steps forward, one hand rising to cup Aventurine's cheek gently. ]
Are you so lonely, Aventurine? That you would choose me of all people to ease your hurts?