( The size and warmth of the other man had been just as welcome in chasing Aventurine's nightmares away as the simple weight of his hand. Likely, he realizes, because he'd simply wanted to enjoy the feeling of being loved by him -- something that he no longer has to convince himself he's feeling when, by all accounts, Ratio does. Not that either of them have said so in so many words, it's true, but Aventurine finds himself not needing them. Ratio might be a man of words, but Aventurine has always been a man of action, and what the good doctor has shown him is that the affection he holds for Aventurine is as strong as any love, regardless of how either of them wish to describe it.
As he settles in against Ratio's chest a thought occurs to him: while he doesn't need to repay his kindness nor his affection, he wants to. And in words, too. But first he can't help the smile that crosses his face at the concept of making a bet with Ratio about their luck, at being his dear gambler. )
You can hardly say you're immune to my way of thinking now that you've started gambling with me. But... if I had to make a bet-- I'd say better than we've felt in the past month. ( It's a tall order, true, but if there was ever a time to manage it, Aventurine thinks this night is it. He's almost lulled into silent contentment by the warmth of Ratio's arms and the sound of his breathing before he remembers, a hand going up to cup Ratio's cheek. ) Kakavasha. ( It feels heavy on his tongue, unsaid ever since he picked up a new identity, leaving it in the sands of his homeworld. But Ratio should hear it all the same. ) My name, or-- what it used to be.
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As he settles in against Ratio's chest a thought occurs to him: while he doesn't need to repay his kindness nor his affection, he wants to. And in words, too. But first he can't help the smile that crosses his face at the concept of making a bet with Ratio about their luck, at being his dear gambler. )
You can hardly say you're immune to my way of thinking now that you've started gambling with me. But... if I had to make a bet-- I'd say better than we've felt in the past month. ( It's a tall order, true, but if there was ever a time to manage it, Aventurine thinks this night is it. He's almost lulled into silent contentment by the warmth of Ratio's arms and the sound of his breathing before he remembers, a hand going up to cup Ratio's cheek. ) Kakavasha. ( It feels heavy on his tongue, unsaid ever since he picked up a new identity, leaving it in the sands of his homeworld. But Ratio should hear it all the same. ) My name, or-- what it used to be.