[You just can't forget about your first love......]
So eager to shift the blame onto someone who loved you.
[Their tone has floated in the range of subtle wryness, but it gradually levels into something stoic, professional.]
It could just be someone trying to find their partner. Narrow down the odds by testing the waters with their powers, that sort of thing. Or it's a prank. You'll get over it.
[ starts pushing him in the leg with the bottom of his cane. don't worry, nehan is weak as hell. ]
Oh, sorry. That sounded like I was encouraging you to face everyone again. I meant I don't want you here that long. After all, you may never recover from this level of embarrassment.
[ Whoa! Okay! Surprise flickers across Aventurine's eyes, and then he's grinning. His hand comes up to wrap fingers around Death's wrist, keeping their hand in place as he leans into the touch. ]
No, not really. I think I'm a person wearing a mask, who you barely anything about, who joined an organization that would do you unimaginable harm.
I suspect you're either trying to cozy up for information, which I would give for free, or to disarm me in general, which is unnecessary. [ They unfurl their fingers, letting them breeze against his cheek. ] Are you going to keep trying to convince me otherwise?
[ As those fingers brush across his cheek, Aventurine loosens his hold so his hand can travel up, catching Death's hand to bring it down to his lips. ]
Not at all. You're right on both counts, and I'm having a bit of fun on top of it.
[ With every word spoken, lips and breaths ghost against fingers. And then Aventurine's pulling them by the hand even closer, like he's trying to peer into those eyes shadowed by the mask. ]
But you know, Death... You're the one who started touching me first.
[ When he gets this nosy, it's hard to hide that one of their eyes is covered underneath their mask. The other peers right back, impassive even at this distance. ]
I'm just staying a step ahead.
[ They press gently against his lower lip, speaking low. ]
[ What he sees is rather interesting. Aventurine stares right back, no light reflecting in his ringed gaze, colorful but entirely devoid of life despite the mirth in both his smile and tone. ]
Of course. It's why I'll catch up with you.
[ He nips at the fingers against his lip, then guides that hand south, down his chin, under his jaw, until they're stopped at his neck. There, Aventurine spreads his own fingers over that of Death's, then curls his hand to force the both of them take hold of his throat. ]
[ They laugh. It's a coarse, soft noise; neither it nor what's visible of their face suggests any mirth, just as hollow as the stare bearing down on him. There's no pressure in his fingers as they rest and rise against his throat. ]
You sound so sure.
[ They let go of their cane, resting it against their thigh since they're evidently strong enough to support their weight a while without it, adjusting their mask so their lower face is visible. ]
But I've had plenty of people try. [ If Aventurine wants a hand at his throat, what he gets instead is one at his shoulder, the other sliding from where it's held to the side of his neck. A soft touch. A softer kiss against his cheek, then the other, like a greeting. Like a goodbye. They stay close as they speak. ] I ended up winning against them, too. The ones that matter, anyway. So maybe you should temper your expectations.
[ i got reminded of this thread so now i'm here to kill it
The gentle kisses pressed on either side of his face come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Aventurine's composure remains steady, sharp gaze ever watchful, and he keeps to the proximity they've set. ]
I'll offer you my own advice about expectations.
[ He responds just as softly as those kisses, reaching out with a slow and deliberate hand to lower Death's mask back in place, fixing it into its presentable standard. As it should be. ]
Raise yours.
[ Advice, yes. A warning, also yes. Aventurine smiles that knowing smile of his before he finally pulls away, allowing distance back into the space between them, and then takes his leave. ]
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cloud
oh my god i need sleep ]
I don't think I have... Unless this was meant for Cloud and I was just the unlucky recipient of a two-way power.
[ Yeah. It might not even be him at all. ]
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So eager to shift the blame onto someone who loved you.
[Their tone has floated in the range of subtle wryness, but it gradually levels into something stoic, professional.]
It could just be someone trying to find their partner. Narrow down the odds by testing the waters with their powers, that sort of thing. Or it's a prank. You'll get over it.
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Okay, but I'm going to hide out here until then.
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You can't just stay here until they forget.
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[ YOUR ADVICE ]
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Oh, sorry. That sounded like I was encouraging you to face everyone again. I meant I don't want you here that long. After all, you may never recover from this level of embarrassment.
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I bet I could if you cheered me up...
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And how would you like me to do that?
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Is that what you want?
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You think I don't mean the things I say?
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They keep still, but don't flinch. ]
No, not really. I think I'm a person wearing a mask, who you barely anything about, who joined an organization that would do you unimaginable harm.
I suspect you're either trying to cozy up for information, which I would give for free, or to disarm me in general, which is unnecessary. [ They unfurl their fingers, letting them breeze against his cheek. ] Are you going to keep trying to convince me otherwise?
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Not at all. You're right on both counts, and I'm having a bit of fun on top of it.
[ With every word spoken, lips and breaths ghost against fingers. And then Aventurine's pulling them by the hand even closer, like he's trying to peer into those eyes shadowed by the mask. ]
But you know, Death... You're the one who started touching me first.
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I'm just staying a step ahead.
[ They press gently against his lower lip, speaking low. ]
You seem like the sort of person who'd get that.
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Of course. It's why I'll catch up with you.
[ He nips at the fingers against his lip, then guides that hand south, down his chin, under his jaw, until they're stopped at his neck. There, Aventurine spreads his own fingers over that of Death's, then curls his hand to force the both of them take hold of his throat. ]
And then I'll be the one to overtake you.
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You sound so sure.
[ They let go of their cane, resting it against their thigh since they're evidently strong enough to support their weight a while without it, adjusting their mask so their lower face is visible. ]
But I've had plenty of people try. [ If Aventurine wants a hand at his throat, what he gets instead is one at his shoulder, the other sliding from where it's held to the side of his neck. A soft touch. A softer kiss against his cheek, then the other, like a greeting. Like a goodbye. They stay close as they speak. ] I ended up winning against them, too. The ones that matter, anyway. So maybe you should temper your expectations.
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The gentle kisses pressed on either side of his face come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Aventurine's composure remains steady, sharp gaze ever watchful, and he keeps to the proximity they've set. ]
I'll offer you my own advice about expectations.
[ He responds just as softly as those kisses, reaching out with a slow and deliberate hand to lower Death's mask back in place, fixing it into its presentable standard. As it should be. ]
Raise yours.
[ Advice, yes. A warning, also yes. Aventurine smiles that knowing smile of his before he finally pulls away, allowing distance back into the space between them, and then takes his leave. ]