( Aventurine would never claim to be above his secondary gender -- being an Omega is just another tool for him to use, a weapon in his hands to be twisted into whatever he needs it to be. It's easy to watch Alphas make fools of themselves because they think they can pull on his instincts to manipulate him when he's hopped up on enough suppressants to lay them low. A twist of a hip, a flirtatious tilt of his head to make them think he's anything but repulsed by their sent, and it's all too easy. He's careful, he knows how to play the game, and -- in the rare occasions that biology comes calling -- gets himself the best heat partners money can buy.
(The kind that are paid for their silence, the kind where he never has to see them again, and never has to worry about contacting him after. Preferably far away from Pier Point as he can get, where he can give a fake name and pay in impossible to trace credits and no one is the wiser of who he is. He refuses to spend a heat with someone who would think to use him. Not before he uses them first, at the very least.)
Ratio, on the other hand -- there's a man who thinks he can beat biology through sheer force of will. And as far as Aventurine has seen in their partnership, he's succeeded. The man never gives off any sign he's susceptible to Aventurine's sent, which is rare enough, and he's never given any sign about going into rut. That probably can't be healthy, but it's not particularly his business. They work well together, or better than anyone at the IPC has worked with him, and -- luckily for Aventurine -- he even finds Ratio's scent to be pleasant rather than off-putting. Chalk, ink, parchment of all things -- and something else pleasantly refreshing green underneath it all.
All of which is to say that when Ratio doesn't show up at their scheduled meeting at a café without even a message to say he'll be late or got caught up in work, has Aventurine morbidly curious about what illness has struck the good doctor. A quick call to his University reveals that he'd called in with little explanation and no one had managed to get ahold of him since that morning. Huh.
So he does what any reasonable person would do when confronted with a missing colleague. He goes to Ratio's apartment and lets himself in, dumping his copy of Ratio's key the counter, shrugging off his jacket with a too-cheery greeting. )
Heya, Doc. It's not like you to be late, you know--
( And then it hits him, like he'd walked right into a wall. Ratio's scent curls around him, heavy and sharp. A smile creeps over Aventurine's face in spite of himself, eyes widening at the realization of what has kept the other man locked in his apartment. It looks as if the mighty professor-doctor Veritas Ratio isn't above his biology either. )
omegaverse b/c we know who we are as people
(The kind that are paid for their silence, the kind where he never has to see them again, and never has to worry about contacting him after. Preferably far away from Pier Point as he can get, where he can give a fake name and pay in impossible to trace credits and no one is the wiser of who he is. He refuses to spend a heat with someone who would think to use him. Not before he uses them first, at the very least.)
Ratio, on the other hand -- there's a man who thinks he can beat biology through sheer force of will. And as far as Aventurine has seen in their partnership, he's succeeded. The man never gives off any sign he's susceptible to Aventurine's sent, which is rare enough, and he's never given any sign about going into rut. That probably can't be healthy, but it's not particularly his business. They work well together, or better than anyone at the IPC has worked with him, and -- luckily for Aventurine -- he even finds Ratio's scent to be pleasant rather than off-putting. Chalk, ink, parchment of all things -- and something else pleasantly refreshing green underneath it all.
All of which is to say that when Ratio doesn't show up at their scheduled meeting at a café without even a message to say he'll be late or got caught up in work, has Aventurine morbidly curious about what illness has struck the good doctor. A quick call to his University reveals that he'd called in with little explanation and no one had managed to get ahold of him since that morning. Huh.
So he does what any reasonable person would do when confronted with a missing colleague. He goes to Ratio's apartment and lets himself in, dumping his copy of Ratio's key the counter, shrugging off his jacket with a too-cheery greeting. )
Heya, Doc. It's not like you to be late, you know--
( And then it hits him, like he'd walked right into a wall. Ratio's scent curls around him, heavy and sharp. A smile creeps over Aventurine's face in spite of himself, eyes widening at the realization of what has kept the other man locked in his apartment. It looks as if the mighty professor-doctor Veritas Ratio isn't above his biology either. )