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Aventurine sketch wip!!
Finished Aventurine Fanart!!
Charming audacity 💜💚
There is no bias in the IPC...
Ruan Mei notice us!!! 🥮🥟
Its a good day to have all of them
theyre all such a NEED
AVENTURINE DOODLE
YAYAY!! aventurine doodle
sorry i havent posted in years
CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN WHY AVENTURINE SOUNDS LIKE RYAN REYNOLDS? LIKE WHAT?
Even leaving aside the obvious ship bait here, this is one of the best examples of character comedy Hoyo has posted in a long time.
The fact that Jade sends Aventurine a bunch of rocks just knowing that his incredible luck will allow him to suss out, without even cutting the stones, exactly which ones are worth processing is funny as hell.
The fact that Aventurine is actually able to answer and picks out the rocks that contain high value jade without hesitation is absolutely hilarious.
Bro is out here using his blessing from a goddess to play blind-box prize games. This is like finding out X-Men's Professor X uses his telepathy to order pizza.
Do you think people ever call Aventurine like "Hey man, is my new relationship going to work out?"
And Aventurine's just over here as the divination champion of Pier Point going "Signs point to no, friend. The vibes are just rancid. Abandon ship ASAP."
And then he trips over his catcake and eats shit because he didn't see it coming.
God I love this so much. Love how the reader is physically capable i love it. Tension is INSANEE
♠️ Aventurine x Reader ♠️ Under the Gun
For a man who was betting a ton of credits, he looked unusually confident.
He could just be bluffing. You hoped that he was bluffing. But, from the nightmares described by various IPC members, as well as a bit of personal experience, you had to agree that perhaps, Aventurine was indeed a menace to deal with.
Among the complaints of varying degrees, Topaz’s gripes stuck out the most. She constantly mumbled about him being a slimy, unsavory bastard, and despite the two of you being on less than positive terms, she wouldn’t wish his presence upon you in a thousand Amber Eras.
Did you ever heed her warnings? Clearly not, as you were face-to-face with Aventurine in a two-person game of Belobog Hold’em. From the dastardly look on his face, he seemed to have a plan. And that plan was to completely drain you of whatever credits you had left in your pockets with his next move.
He rested his head on his hand and smiled at you, his eyes piercing your soul through his rose-tinted glasses. Aventurine’s smirk was that of a confident man who knew what he was doing, and perhaps nothing you could do could stop him from winning this game. Keeping your composure at such a sight was proving to be a challenge, especially considering how your hand wasn’t exactly the best. Aventurine could practically see through your hand, it felt like, and he was secretly amused by the almost guaranteed loss you were staring at. To have this much confidence, he must either have ended up with a practically unbeatable hand from the sheer force of dumb luck, or he knew how to, quite literally, play his cards right.
Or, perhaps he could see that you were not quite paying full attention to the game, and your focus lied primarily within Aventurine himself. It was a sense of morbid curiosity to see if he was as truly awful as the rumors and tales had described that inclined you to play a one-on-one private game of poker with him. To Aventurine, it was all another one of his “business deals,” and he had business of lining his pockets with the spoils of your failure.
You had put so much money in, just to see how far you could take this game, but with every credit wagered on the table, his smile grew ever more confident. Perhaps you should’ve quit early to minimize your losses, but there was something about seeing that dastardly smirk that caused you to stray from your real goal of satisfying a basic curiosity.
Or did this “curiosity” extend beyond the simple urge to meet him alone?
The realization of your impending losses began to set in, and you were looking back and forth between your awful and Aventurine’s confident gaze. You couldn’t let things end here, but you knew that he had you backed in a corner and that a second round with him just wouldn’t be possible.
“Well?” he said with a little laugh, “What’s the holdup?”
You said nothing, as you attempted to maintain a cool and collected expression to hide the despair in your hand.
“Cat got your tongue, my dear?” he said, waving his cards mockingly like a fan.
“No,” you said, forcing your eyes off of him.
“Ah, then…what’s the holdup? Thinking a little too hard, perhaps?”
You didn’t want to allude to the awful position you were in. Not to him, especially, but at this point, what more could you do? No matter how hard you looked at your final hand, all combinations of cards were beyond awful. Aventurine could play the most underwhelming hand and he would still have you defeated like a sore loser, and his smile told the entire story.
That was a face of a man who knew he had won, one that had a chokehold on you.
Shaking your head, completely defeated, you placed your cards down on the table. Aventurine was all too happy to place his down with the same smug look that had been taunting you since the very beginning of this game.
You didn’t want to see just much Aventurine won by, so you merely concentrated on your own depressing cards as you flipped them over. A pair. There was no way you were winning anything with that.
“Well… it seems like I win this one,” Aventurine said.
After taking a deep breath, you finally convinced yourself to look at his cards. You knew he had you beat quite badly, but you didn’t want to see just how badly.
Four of a kind. It would’ve taken some immense luck on your end to beat that, something that you simply did not have. And now you found yourself down more credits than you actually had.
You should’ve heeded the warning of Topaz and the others. Aventurine was not one to be taken so lightly in the very game he specializes in.
“Another round might satisfy you, perhaps?” Aventurine asked, picking up a chip and fidgeting with it in his fingers.
“As much as I would love to continue playing with you, first I need to figure out how to pay you back,” you admitted.
“Pay me back? You mean to tell me that you kept betting with credits that you didn’t have?”
You nodded your head. You knew it wasn’t the brightest idea, but hearing Aventurine flat-out expose you in such a manner provoked some sort of irritation within you. The problem was, you couldn’t tell if you were more frustrated with yourself or him.
“And in a game with an IPC member, too. What-ever could you have possibly been thinking? Did you maybe, want to go into debt or something? Did you want me to go after you?”
You were supposed to be the one going after him, but Aventurine took advantage of your blunder and turned things against you. Except, he wasn’t curious about some rumors, he wanted to collect his rewards. And a debt you did indeed owe to him, one he was all too happy for you to owe. It was as if he was awaiting this moment the entire time, as if he had a surefire way of making sure he would end up on top.
A method such as rigging the game, perhaps.
“Go after me? In what sense?” you asked.
“Hmm, how do you think? Relentlessly pursuing you until I get what I am after? Haha, though I have got to admit, I was fully expecting you to hit me up for one more round, maybe to try and win everything back. Takes a lot for someone to finally admit defeat.”
Was he complimenting you? Surely, he couldn’t be complimenting you, if anything, it was a snide commentary on how well you’ve managed to dig yourself a hole.
“Thanks?” you said, at a genuine loss for words.
“Ah, well, I know you’re thinking that you’re going to have to pay up eventually, but I can’t help but be curious that there was something else you were after,” he said, ceasing the fidgeting of the chip in his fingers and began smiling with devious intent.
“After what, exactly?” you asked, trying to clear up exactly what he was implying.
“Something that, to you, must be more valuable than any singular credit in all of Penacony. Something that was clearly enough to deviate your focus from the game and instead direct it to what was in front of the very cards that determined your fate.”
“You mean like the chance to wipe that insufferable look off of your face?”
“Oh, if only I could believe that you would do such a thing.”
You could challenge him to yet another round of Belobog Hold’em anyways, but he was well aware that your pockets were heading deep into the negatives, and the risk of falling even further into debt was greater than the reward. Your options were ultimately limited, but you weren’t willing to back down so easily. Especially not to someone as insufferable as Aventurine.
“Want me to prove it?” you said, glaring into his eyes.
Aventurine put the poker chip that he was fidgeting with prior down on the table.
“Now you’re getting awfully bold for someone who finds themselves deep in debt. I’ll have you know, it doesn’t matter if we’re talking about my IPC duties or playing cards, because I always hit the jackpot.”
“Jackpot?” you said, snatching the poker chip out from under him. “Can you really say that with such confidence, especially when foul play is involved?”
You held the poker chip up to one of your eyes, and closely observed Aventurine through the other. His confidence was not diminished by your revolt, and his grin seemed to grow ever slyer by the moment. He either knew that, despite you catching on, he had gotten away with his trickery, or Aeons be damned this man truthfully knew how to play his cards right.
“Luck and foul play do not equate, my dear,” Aventurine said.
“Do you want to run that by me one more time?” you said, moving the poker chip down from your eye and squinting at him.
With a teasing laugh, Aventurine stated, “I said, luck and foul play are not the same, my dear.”
He was driving you to your wit’s end. Aventurine had to be hiding some kind of dirty secret to never lose in such a manner. You were determined to fight the answer out of him, whether it truly was some form of hidden skill or everything now and before was rigged. Sometimes, the best way to counter foul play was to break the rules yourself and knock the self-declared king down the hierarchy.
Aventurine would spend the entirety of the evening waving his winning hand in front of your face if that is what it took for you to back down.
At this point, you didn’t have the patience for any more of his antics.
No roundabout way of making him confess his dirty little secrets would cause him to crack any time soon. Not to mention, you were nearing the point of wanting to choke him out.
You slammed the stolen poker chip on the table, which Aventurine looked down at the cards and chips rebounding from the force.
“Getting a little feisty now, aren’t w- “
You reached out while Aventurine was focused on the disturbed table and slipped your fingers under his choker. Before he had a chance to react, you pulled him forward across the table, knocking over what remained of the stacks of chips and cards. You held him firmly in front of you, giving Aventurine almost no other option but to look directly into your eyes.
“Two can play at that game,” you said, tightening your grip on his choker.
Despite the situation Aventurine now found himself in, he was strangely calm about the entirety of it. The smile on his face, though dastardly, was tainted with some sort of twisted joy.
“Ha, I can’t say I’ve ever played a game that ended with me in such a tangle,” he said.
“That’s an awful surprise considering how insufferable you are.”
“Insufferable? Coming from you, of all people? I’d argue that you’re doing this strictly on purpose, to study my ‘tactics’ up close and personally.”
“Because I am, so I can catch you in case you try to pull a fast one on me.”
“By looking at me ever so closely? Why, I’d argue that you’re more interested in me than that little bet you claim I’ve won by illicit means.”
You tugged on his choker a bit, to try and shake a little sense into that man. However, Aventurine’s smile never dissipated; his eyes only grew more focused with a kind of hunger only a man seeking his reward could have. He should sensibly be threatening you to hand over his payment, yet he had not uttered one word of demand for his credits this entire time.
Could he actually be finding some form of enjoyment from this? Enough to forgo the temptation of the hefty balance of credits that was being dangled in front of him like an earthworm worm to a fish?
“And for a man with the promise of becoming rich, you seem awfully distracted from your bounty.”
“Becoming rich?” he said with a laughter muffled by your grip, “Oh, sweetie, I have more money than your mind could possibly comprehend. It’s not often that I get as much enjoyment out of a simple game of poker as I am right now.”
It would appear that your theory was right. Aventurine was deriving some sort of sick enjoyment from your threats. Perhaps, he wouldn’t mind it if you stepped things up a notch, then?
“This isn’t a matter of it being a so-called simple game of poker,” you said, pushing aside the cards and chips that were in your way.
“It’s more of a game between us now.”
You pulled Aventurine even closer to you, close enough to where you can feel his breath on your face. Any further, and he would be pulled out of his chair onto the table, or even worse, a bit too close to you.
“Now? Are you sure that it wasn’t always between us?”
“Very clever of you to think such absurdity, though it would explain how horribly you were playing. Or, perhaps you’re just naturally awful. But I couldn’t blame you regardless, as I am quite the charmer, after all.”
“You want to repeat that, pretty boy?”
“Pretty boy. I do like the sound of that.”
You wanted to tug Aventurine even closer, but you physically couldn’t, unless you wanted him directly against your face. The most you could do is grip his choker even tighter, wearing at the leather with the sheer force of your fist.
“Quiet now, you scoundrel,” you snapped.
“Pretty boy? Scoundrel? Make up your mind,” Aventurine taunted.
He was indeed a pretty boy, but at the same time, he was a scoundrel. He had a way with words, a way with looks, and unfortunately, a way with cards.
“You’re keeping me awfully close for someone who thinks I’m a scoundrel,” he continued, “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to cheat you out of a little more than your money?”
“What could you possibly do with this quite literal chokehold I have on you?” you said.
“Repay the favor, of course,” he said, lifting up one of his hands that he used to steady himself.
You braced yourself for a hostile retribution. Repay the favor how, exactly? Did he have a genuine suspicion that you were trying to kill him? Out of sheer instinct, you grabbed your pistol with your free hand and held it directly against his head, flicking off the safety and finger almost desperate for the trigger. Even in the face of death, Aventurine did not flinch, and his smile was as dastardly as ever.
To your great surprise, he simply brushed some of the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes away. Despite the gun armed and ready to blow his brains out should he attempt something clever, he paid no mind to the imminent threat to his life.
“That’s it?” you said, completely deprived of words. “Not even with a gun aimed directly at your vitals?”
Aventurine nudged the gun away from his head, aiming it at the ceiling directly above him. You didn’t bother to reposition yourself, though you still kept the safety off, just in case.
“Oh, I know you couldn’t bring yourself to do such a thing,” he taunted.
Unfortunately, Aventurine was right. As much as he was getting on your nerves, it didn’t warrant taking his life. You slowly lowered your pistol onto the table, still keeping it close, just in case.
“Ha, you’re quite the pretty one yourself, even when you’re acting all scary. It’s almost enough to distract a man as sharp as me.”
“Almost? With the way you were eyeing me up, I could almost believe that you were too focused on me to even think twice about cheating.”
“Oh, back on that again, are we? Isn’t there something you’d rather focus on, instead of whether or not you can trust a little ol’ member of the IPC?”
Almost impulsively, you pulled him ever so slightly closer, to the point where he was agonizingly close to you. Hardly even a single inch of space separated you and him.
He was right. With him so close and in your grasp, you could care less about all of the credits you owed to Aventurine. Though, every time the topic of the debt was mentioned, Aventurine brushed it off almost as quickly as it came up. In a way, it was almost as if he could care less about what would be pocket change to him.
“Focus on what, exactly?” you asked.
“Who else, other than the bastard you have in your grasp right now? The one who you absolutely refuse to break eye contact with, the one you claim to despise so much?”
“Despise enough to not back down from, but…not enough to reject his company.”
“My point exactly,” he whispered while running his finger across your cheek, gently brushing the edge of your lips.
“Now what are you playing at?” you snapped, in an indirect way to ask for clarification on Aventurine’s intent.
“It’s something that I want, something that we both want, more than the truth behind the legitimacy of a back-alley game of poker,” Aventurine said, with a smile that suddenly went soft.
“Long story short, you mean each other. You think that our intent for allowing this game to spiral out of control was to win over each other, and not for the spoils of currency?”
“Judging by your poor performance, I’d say it’s far from an improbability.”
“And your constant diversion from the topic of the money,” you said.
“Perhaps.”
Your grip on him suddenly softened, allowing Aventurine a bit more freedom to move. Certainly, you weren’t expecting this to happen just because you wanted to fight back a little, but if that were really the case, then perhaps you were a bit too rough with him? No, Aventurine was clearly indulging himself in the pleasure of someone bold enough to step up to him. Someone who knew very well of his dangers, yet still faced him head on.
Everything about that gaze, that smile, those bastardly mannerisms of his had you so entranced.
And you so very badly wanted to put him in his place.
“Giving up already?” he said, disappointed at your sudden withdrawal.
“What? Did you want me to choke you out?”
“Ha, you like me too much. But feel free to tug me as close to that pretty face of yours as you wish.”
Obedience was not exactly what you were so eager to show Aventurine, but the chance to tug on him even more was not something you were going to pass up. You forcefully pulled him even closer, once again reducing the distance between your faces to hardly a single inch. The two of you were locked in a stare, closely watching for each other’s next move.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten too shy all of a sudden.”
“I’m not, it’s just, is this really what you want out of me, Aventurine?”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to pry out of you this entire time, sweetheart?”
It would be comedically cruel to toy with him further, but also a wait that you could no longer bear. With no resistance from Aventurine himself, you yanked his collar further until your lips met at long last. Yet, you did not free Aventurine from your grasp the entire time, but he seemed to care not, as he had finally hit the jackpot he was alluding to throughout the entire game.
Once you two had drifted apart, you rested your foreheads against each other, though your fingers were still gently hooked on his choker.
“You freein’ me now that you’ve had your fun?” Aventurine said.
Sighing, you unhooked your fingers, allowing him to relax back into his chair. He stood up, and in one swift, graceful swoop, Aventurine collected the scattered deck of cards, even snatching your depressing play right from under your nose. The chips were neatly stacked and set to the side, no longer accounting for what either party had on the line.
“What about the debt?” you said, looking at the pile of now neatly organized poker chips.
“Debt? What debt?”
He didn’t forget about those credits at all, but Aventurine could care less as he simply won something far better than any form of monetary value.
“Don’t be afraid to hit me up if you ever feel like throwin’ down some cards again,” Aventurine said.
“I can’t guarantee that it wouldn’t end with me throwing you down on the table.”
“Are you threatening me with a good time?” Aventurine said, turning to look at you with a smirk. “Because if that’s the case, why don’t we skip the card games and head straight to the fun?”
Love this sm ong the Aventurine crumbs are real
Ex!Dr. Ratio x Reader x Aventurine (Mostly Aventurine)
A/N : Okay, but I have been thinking about Ex!Dr. Ratio for a while now (இдஇ; ) and then the best part is you'll leave him for Aventurine, not because you've eyed him for a while but because the two of you somehow met in the correct time and correct place… because why not HEHEHHEEH so here's how it goes,
Warning : 2,5k word count, female reader, angst, rejection, break ups, some sort of verbal abuse mentioned (on Ratio's part), alcohol, fluff (Aventurine)
You loved him so much, you admired him, taking care of him with all your heart but he's just not mentally available to reciprocate the same sentiment??? He really does like you too, but he's just too mean with his words and he cannot filter anything that comes out of his mouth??? You love all of him, his physique, his intelligence, you can even handle his mean comments and how he degrades you at times because you weren't able to keep up with him. To him, you're perfect just the way you are, but he also wants to enlighten you. To break you from a confinement called ignorance.
The main problem is that he's not very kind with words and his ego is so high he wouldn't think that you're going to get hurt just by his words. Nor will he apologize. He's doing you a favor by correcting you with everything you may have done wrong, no? He expected more of you compared to other simpletons. The love you shower him with, he's quite fond of it and he feels like his life standards is increased by 67%
He never regretted choosing you, but a few years had passed. You've lived with him long enough for you to break. The way he keeps mocking you for simple mistakes. The way he calls you stupid for not being level with his random philosophical questions. You tried! But you cannot possibly be able to respond exactly to his liking all of the time. The way he never verbally says that he loves you. This man is too full of himself, words of affirmation isn't one of the things he could provide to you. For him, action speaks louder than words, and having his unmatched loyalty completely for you is enough, he thinks. With that being said, another problem arises. He barely spends quality time with you. Most of the time it was just you, accompanying him inside his office only by sitting on a chair in front of him while listening to his ramblings. But that was about it. You can count with fingers at how many times does he actually spend an effort to humor you or do…couply things. You cannot demand much from Veritas Ratio, but who is it to blame when you're the one who confessed to him? And that's where it all went south.
“Veritas, I don't think this is working out,” You said, right after he had just finished his bath time routine. The man visibly frowns, trying to digest your sudden confrontation.
“And what are you supposed to mean by that?” Dr. Ratio shot you a judging look. You inhaled before you speak,
“I want to end this… relationship” You finally managed to stutter the words out. The man stares at you, utterly disbelieved.
“Excuse me? If this is one of those pranks of yours, then you truly have caught my attention,” he rolls his eyes, clearly unfazed. You would never leave him, wouldn’t you? But to his dismay, your serious face didn’t falter. It can’t be-
“I- I appreciate the time you gave me… I truly am still mesmerized by you, but I can’t keep this up… your intelligence… I might not be able to keep up with you anymore, just as you said, I'm just a mere idiot…” you hate how you could feel your eyes water, you felt so pathetic because a little part of you hopes that he denies your latter statement. To comfort you, telling you that it's not true, and to declare that he loves you too much to let you go. But instead, you can hear him scoff.
“What a fool.” Ouch
“If that's how you truly see yourself, well I have to say that you really disappoint me. I thought you were better than this.” He crosses his arms, his gaze is unforgiving as his red eyes pierced through your soul.
“H-ha…” You're speechless. You've mentally prepared yourself for this kind of answer but it still shook you internally. You sobbed before marching your way to your shared bedroom, grabbing the suitcase you've prepared while he's taking a bath. The blue haired man stands on his previous spot, unmoving. Maybe you're just having a minor breakdown and you'll come back to him again in no time. The chances aren't 0%
And that's why he's mildly surprised when you come out of your room holding a suitcase and some bags. Did you prepare this beforehand? How didn't he notice?
“Where do you think you're going?” Veritas comments, following your steps towards the front door. You spare no time turning to him because you don't want to display your crying face to him. You opened the door but then his strong hand grabs your arm, holding you.
“Hey, listen to me-” you yanked your hands away and he let you go in fear of actually hurting you.
“Just– just… don't touch me,” And with that, you left. He didn't follow you out. Instead he just stands in the middle of the door, his brain processing the event that happened so quickly. He did teach you that he likes things direct and simple. Too bad it might take him more than one hour to figure this out.
—
You booked a room in a nearby hotel. You've left your belongings inside the room but you're not feeling like weeping yourself to sleep so you went to their bar. You sit on one of the stools, playing with the big round ice floating around your glass of whiskey.
For some reason you really do feel stupid. Maybe Veritas was right all along. You huff and slump down on top of the counter, looking like a distressed maiden. Maybe your head will actually feel lighter if you actually drink the alcohol but you don’t feel like it.
From the other side, there sits Aventurine. He had just finished collecting some debts from the hotel when he saw you weeping alone at the bar. Every second of his time worths numerous credits, but since he had nothing else that is entertaining to do, he opts to stare curiously at your unknowing figure. He tried to recall your face.
Ah, right. Dr. Ratio’s lover was it?
Veritas Ratio hasn't really introduced you to his acquaintance since he thinks that it’s unnecessary. What would they do about it anyway? Aventurine had seen you walk side by side with him without his alabaster head on, so you mustn't be a normal colleague or a random student. He did a small research around the faculty out of boredom about your appearance, but the moment he caught you clinging on his arm confirms it. With that he concluded that you’re Dr. Ratio’s lover and then he forgets about you since the information isn’t useful anyway. He did wonder about what kind of person could actually catch the scholar’s heart though.
The question is why are you spending your night alone here? Are you having an affair or something? But seeing that you looked like a wet sock, that might not be it. So instead of dwelling himself in an endless train of thoughts, Aventurine walked to your seat to greet you. The moment he excuses himself to sit on the stool beside you, you took some time to identify this man.
“Aventurine, correct?” you asked lazily, not wanting to use your brain for a while. He let out a small chuckle, that saves him the introduction.
“Fancy meeting you here, miss. While I assume it’s unusual to see you out without Dr. Ratio,” He tried to strike a conversation, unbeknown to him the mere mention of Ratio’s name brings a huge frown on your face. Uh oh.
“Not anymore. We broke up. Just now.” you spoke bitterly, hoping for him to not press on the topic furthermore. As a businessman, Aventurine could sense that anything regarding Dr. Ratio won’t make this chat go smoothly at the moment, so he didn’t force it out of you. He didn’t know what to expect from you, but somehow his gut says that he would want to continue on this encounter. He’s a true gambler at heart. Who knows if you could be a millionaire in disguise? Maybe a small bond with you could benefit him greatly in later days, the possibilities are endless. The initial thought of you being able to be that close to Veritas Ratio is a filter of its own.
“Sorry to hear that…” There is an uncomfortable silence between the two of you and Aventurine opts to order himself a drink. Feeling bad about ignoring him, you straightened your pose to talk to him.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t lash out on you like that.” and with that, you introduced yourself properly to the blonde man beside you. Aventurine is quite stunned, for some reason it feels like you actually do respect him. In a nice way, of course. Being treated as an equal without any skepticism behind your gesture. He kinda likes that.
“Do not fret, it must be hard. If you’re curious, I was just taking a break after a little work here and I saw you. I hope you don’t mind?” he waves off your apology and smiles.
“I don’t mind, maybe having company will make me look less miserable. Say, Veritas mentions you once or twice, you don’t seem like you’re as bad as he described,” you commented. The blonde only lets out a small giggle.
“Maybe you’ll have a different impression of me in a business situation, but we’re here to chill, right?” you nodded at his statement and took a sip of your own beverage.
“But knowing your reputation, I think I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with you,” you joked but he took it lightly.
“It’s not that bad, I promise. I’m a simple man, you know? People can take advantage of me all they want, including you, it’s up to me if I’m going to continue the deal or not. I don’t like being in the losing end afterall,”
“Aren’t we all?” you spin your glass lightly before taking another sip. The atmosphere somehow shifted and the initial dread feels like it’s now long gone. Asking about how the two of you broke up with Veritas Ratio wouldn’t hurt, no? Either way, whether you had good connections with him or not wouldn’t burden him at all.
“So what about you? Will a drink be equivalent to a story of what brought you here?” he let his intrusive thoughts win didn’t he. To his surprise, you let out a small laugh at his question.
“Are you one of his fans or something?”
“I’m curious, that’s all,” you ponder for a bit.
“Only if you’re keeping this a secret,” you had your own calculations on why you’re trusting him, but he really doesn’t feel like a threat to you.
“I’m a man of my word, miss,”
“No, like, seriously. I want to respect Veritas’ privacy but I might also need someone to talk to. Talking to other people like a friend… or a therapist at all… wouldn’t be wise won’t it? I mean, he’s a scholar with a huge academic presence. Yet you’re a businessman with a high respect for contracts, am I mistaken? I really mean it when I ask you to keep it a secret.” so that’s why, Aventurine thought. But what amuses him more is your ways to read a situation. You’re correct. And to think that you’ve put that much amount of analyzing and thought at someone else’s well being is beyond him. Even with that heartbroken state of yours. He might see why Veritas Ratio was drawn to you.
“I understand, miss. I’m quite surprised that you took me seriously, but I highly respect your trust.” He shot a smile at you. If you’re used to his business smile, you could know that this one is a genuine one. You took a deep breath before you started to ramble at him. The both of you know Dr. Ratio well so the conversation does run very smoothly. He even validates your distress here and there. Too bad time flies so fast when you’re enjoying it. Almost three hours passed, yet Aventurine didn’t really feel like cutting you off. Work could wait.
“So, like, you went on like that for years?” it must be very hard, even though he might not understand what you were feeling, your passionate talk gave it all away. Strange, he likes the attention you gave him. Hearing how fiery you were talking to him with such enthusiasm on dissing your ex. It feels pleasant.
“Yeah! Now if I think about it, I want to puke” you whined. Just when you feel like you want to talk more, you look at the clock on your phone.
“Aw shoot! Did I trap you here for too long?” as much as he wanted to deny you, you had a point. This meeting wasn’t planned yet he indulged himself for this long. Now you feel bad to keep him here this long.
“No, no it’s fine! You can continue if you want to, I have lots of time today” of course he lied, but he can’t deny the pleasant feeling rising inside his heart on the time he spent with you. You could sense his lie (he didn’t even try to hide it) so you stood up from your seat.
“I know you must be going, thank you for your time,” you smiled at him. He sighed at how you saw him through, joining you to jump out of his seat.
“Well, will you at least share your contact with me? So we could… meet again?” he asked, picking his phone out of his pocket. You accepted his idea and the two of you exchanged contacts.
“Say, how long will you stay here?” he asks you again.
“I’m not sure. I have yet to find another place to stay, so I’ll stay here until I find one I think,” you answered groggily. He nodded, understanding your situation. With that, you retreat back to your room while he walks on the opposite hallways.
He takes a visit to the receptionist, asking about details about you and your room. Of course the hotel protocol won’t answer such a question, but he’s Aventurine after all, he’ll get what he wants. Once they have confirmed about your stay to him, he let out a satisfied smile.
“Just put their bill on my credit card, am I clear?”
“Understood, sir. We will take care of it right away.”
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but first, they must catch you. // watership down, richard adams
IF SOMEONE CAN PLEASE MAKE A FANFIC WITH DR. RATIO TURNING INTO A POM POM CREATURE AND EVERYONE IS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT TO TURN HIM BACK MEANWHILE AVENTURINE IS PAMPERING HIM AND DR. RATIO BEING ADORABLE AND BLUSHING OR WHATEVER JUST LIKE WITH THE FRIST DRAWING😭 I WILL DEFINITELY READ IT AND PROBABLY ADVERTISE IT ON YOUTUBE🥰
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