"So, will you have me?" Aventurine finally asks. And Ratio has not seen many gods in his short life thus far, but he is quite certain that they normally didn't sound nor look as shy as Aventurine did right now.
"I suppose so," Ratio hums. "Fine, I accept your deal."
And there he stands; the answer to his prayers.
A man too beautiful to be mortal; golden hair and iridescent violet-blue eyes. Shimmering robes of greens and blues in shades Ratio is quite certain he's never seen before wrapped around a divine body.