[ He's falling back into the darkest parts of his mind, pitch black and all-consuming. A familiar voice taunts at him, torments him, jeers at him that he'll never escape. So as long as he breathes and lives, he will always be cursed to suffer the same pains and losses. After all, none of this is new to him. He's taken lives to entertain rich men, he's lost the people closest to him, he's been swallowed up by these exact emotions in the past and present.
That fragile thread in his head threatens to snap, just like the others before it. This might be the last one, he's not sure. He could go down that obsessive spiral again, or he could end it before it came to that, or—
He startles at the stroke to his face, the sound of his name. And then he stares at Nehan. He'd been on the brink of collapse, a crumbling ledge, a precipice of the greatest of heights. He could fall, and that would be that, but seeing Nehan, feeling him, hearing him, he steps back.
That arena had seen him make the most selfish of choices. Maybe the guilt will gradually destroy him, erode what's left of his soul over time, but he'll stand by those decisions.
Without a word, Aventurine wraps his arms around Nehan to yank him in for an embrace. It's desperate and not especially gentle. It might even have left bruises in its wake if he'd been at his full strength, but right now, all he can do is hold on. ]
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That fragile thread in his head threatens to snap, just like the others before it. This might be the last one, he's not sure. He could go down that obsessive spiral again, or he could end it before it came to that, or—
He startles at the stroke to his face, the sound of his name. And then he stares at Nehan. He'd been on the brink of collapse, a crumbling ledge, a precipice of the greatest of heights. He could fall, and that would be that, but seeing Nehan, feeling him, hearing him, he steps back.
That arena had seen him make the most selfish of choices. Maybe the guilt will gradually destroy him, erode what's left of his soul over time, but he'll stand by those decisions.
Without a word, Aventurine wraps his arms around Nehan to yank him in for an embrace. It's desperate and not especially gentle. It might even have left bruises in its wake if he'd been at his full strength, but right now, all he can do is hold on. ]