[CLOSED] The Golden Ratio

[curingidiocy]

WHO: Dr. Ratio + Aventurine
WHAT: Permanent catch all for Ratio and Aventurine's shenanigans
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
WHEN: Various
WARNINGS: Patch 2.2 spoilers abound. Suicidal ideation. Now with NSFW. Other content warnings will be listed in starters

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[ Ratio allows a chuckle to bubble out of his throat, the sweet kisses suffusing him with a warmth that radiates all the way to the tips of his toes. ]

I think you're well aware of how much you've influenced me, my dear gambler. The only point I disagree with is that it is terrible.

[ After all, how could something terrible taste so sweet? Some planets he knows have invented religious deities that offer nothing but temptations, designed to remind people not to stray from some self-righteous path they've created for themselves, and perhaps if Ratio had been born on one such world, he might have subconsciously believed in such trite justification. But he has always been aware of the intimate relationship between emotion and logic, and this feeling that sets his soul ablaze and renders the colours of the world brighter and more beautiful in his eyes—renders the man in his embrace the most beautiful individual he's ever seen—it will only serve to keep him on his path, keep his steps steadier than ever. He's certain of it.

He kisses Aventurine again, deep and insistent. What he cannot convey with words, perhaps he will be able to convey with his lips and touch. He wants everything of Aventurine. The good, the bad, the unknown, and the hidden. All of it.

Because he's greedy, just like the gambler has taught him to be. ]

[stonehearts]

( Aeons, Aventurine loves this man. It's the thought that keeps rising to the surface whenever he hears Ratio chuckle, or the way damned gambler has changed to dear gambler, the way he kisses Aventurine like he wants nothing else but him -- for all that he is broken and empty. As if this great man could have found something worth loving in the void that fills Aventurine's being. He's not a fool, he knows he has little to offer other than whatever joys money can buy. But even still-- even still, Veritas Ratio wants him.

And he is greedy with his affection and his kisses, the want that Aventurine can feel with every press of lips against his. He offers himself up in return, every broken crack of himself, every hollow limb and heart -- it's all Ratio's, free for the taking for as long as he might want it. And even after.

Theirs's might not be a grand romance, nothing poets would write about or the sort of thing that fill books and plays and turn paupers into millionaires as the audience craves for something better than they have. But it is theirs's, it's his, and Aventurine is greedy, too. He wants, craves, buries his fingers into the soft fabric of Ratio's sleepwear and pulls him tighter and kisses him harder until he can't breathe. It won't shake the foundations of the universe, but it carves out a space in his chest.

And that is more than Aventurine has ever considered himself capable of having. )

You're making a convincing argument to counter my point. ( He says, once he needs to breath and with a brush of his nose against Ratio's, fond. ) If not terrible, then what?

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[ He leans in with a soft smile once he collects his breath. ]

An enlightening one, perhaps. You have taught me quite a bit about subjects I would never study on my own.

[ He punctuates that with a deep kiss, swiping his tongue across Aventurine's lips as if to say this is what he's been learning from the other man.

They are meant to be sleeping, but the searing kisses draw him further and further away from the drowsiness that beckoned him not even a moment ago. He allows his hands to roam down the blond's back, a weighty drag of his fingers down the thin fabric that separated them from direct contact, until they settle on the shorter man's hips. A thumb nudges under a shirt and presses against soft skin.

An unspoken question—if Aventurine was receptive to more—but it is in the way his thumb remains still that the other man would know that Ratio has every intention to respect his decision no matter what it is. ]

[stonehearts]

( That pulls a soft sound from Aventurine, in surprise and want. He is a terribly quick study, as if he ever doubted Ratio's genius. )

Careful, doc, or I'm going to think I can give you a pop quiz later.

( The touch is tempting, as is Ratio's very presence; if there was anyone Aventurine could swallow his unease for, it would be Ratio. The man deserves it, doesn't he? After everything Aventurine has put him through -- both here and back in their own universe. He could, but...

Aventurine knows Veritas would only want him to be honest and true with him. )

Sleep, doctor. ( His hands come up to cup his face, pressing a light kiss against the tip of his nose. ) Or am I to believe that you'd pass on your valued rest for me?

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[ Ratio smiles against Aventurine's lips, and he pulls back to look at him fondly, eyes glittering with amusement. ]

Why couldn't you? You are my teacher in this regard, are you not?

[ He knows Aventurine can lie to him. Has lied to him before, about a great number of things, not the least of which were his own feelings and desires. He could simply ignore his own discomfort and allow Ratio to continue, unknowing of the hurt the scholar would be accidentally perpetrating.

He trusts Aventurine anyway, not because he believes Aventurine will make the best decision for his well-being, but because he is not someone who needs to be coddled, and he certainly doesn't need anyone to make decisions for himself. What Aventurine decides, and the consequences that follow are entirely for him to take freely. All Ratio hopes is that his presence offers some form of stability and safety that Aventurine can return to at the end, when he is tired of wearing his mask.

He accepts the rejection warmly, eyes closing as affection swells in his heart from the kiss to his nose. His hands lift from the gambler's hips to rest against his back, holding the other man in a loose embrace. ]

I could be convinced, if it is you making the argument. [ The fond smile hasn't left his lips, even as he keeps his eyes shut and basks in the warmth of Aventurine's hands on his face, and the heat radiating from his body. ] But since you have requested that I sleep, I will comply. Could you be enticed into joining me?

[stonehearts]

( That gets a small, heartfelt chuckle from Aventurine, and a press of his lips to the corner of Ratio's mouth. A pop quiz, huh? Maybe -- after they've had plenty of time for Aventurine to show his good doctor what's all involved with physical intimacy, he'll be open to letting him have his way with Aventurine.

He doesn't know how else to show Ratio that he trusts him, that he wants to be trusted in turn. At least about this matter. At least about them. Which is still a novel concept that makes him feel dizzy with the overwhelming warmth of it, sitting in his chest and spreading out to Nihility-chilled limbs. )

You don't have to ask. It's easier to do with you here.

( And easier to push the nightmares away, with Ratio's arms around him. To wake up and know that no, he is alive, that there is still something worth staying here for, at least for one day longer. )

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[ Ratio is more than happy to go at Aventurine's pace, even as he's discovering a hunger for physical intimacy that he hadn't known dwelled in him before. A hunger only the man next to him could draw out. Aventurine has constantly proved himself the exception to many of Ratio's rules, and this was no exception.

That Aventurine hasn't rejected him, that he's lying here with him and hasn't run off somewhere Ratio can't reach is more than enough evidence that he trusts the scholar. And Ratio in turn wants to reciprocate that trust as best as he can.

He presses his forehead against Aventurine's, pulling the other man closer and tangling their legs in an effort to be even closer. ]

Then I wish you a peaceful sleep and sweet dreams, my dearest gambler.

[ Unlikely, but a wish is a wish. At the very least, his presence would dampen the nightmares. ]

🎀?

[stonehearts]

( Aventurine presses himself eagerly against Ratio, wrapping an arm around him as well to keep him close. It has been a long, long time since Aventurine has ever desired physical closeness this much. Not only because Ratio is a balm to his nightmares, but because he feels... warm at the thought of becoming so entangled with the other man that it will take a great effort to undo it in the morning.

He is wanted and cherished, and for the moment that is all that Aventurine needs to settle his still sleepy mind. The corner of his lips turn up into a small, honest smile as his eyes drift shut. )

The same to you, my dear doctor.

( It's not long at all before Aventurine slips into sleep, occasionally fitful as it may be. But he stays asleep, still clutching onto Ratio as if the man himself is a lifeline to better dreams. )