" If you had preferred a grand gesture for me to ask *that .. " The Professor trails off, unable to keep up with Aventurine's bolder, sillier pace.
" .. Maybe next time. " * 😌
Thick eyebrows knit together, Veritas' expression a mixture of indignant and bemused. " Quite. " .. In agreement to Aventurine's note on the high volume of foot traffic within the Stoneheart's Headquarters.
He observes the Ambassador's reaction to the key, the sentiment
A day like any other, one where the stoneheart had found himself in the comforts of Veritas' home rather than his own. Yet again.
He enjoyed these silent moments between them, something as simple as coexistence had become an integral part of of aventurine's life.
Looking up
A proper kiss given, sweet and slow, fingers curling perfectly around the contours and lines of Aventurine's head. Veritas' palms feel the warmth and life beneath his cheeks, the swell of breathing ..
When he draws back, his expression is don in deep red roses.
Beneath a dull glow, faint and spilling from kitchen to the divan, the Professor's hands extend, curling around Aventurine's—gloveless and clean; a gentle display of vulnerability that makes *asking easier—own. Veritas' eyes tell more about his intentions, a
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gilded hands bracket the gift,warm eyes laying upon its surface. index glides the curvatures of one leaf,painfully—insistently fond. visage rises to unify with hypnotics,lips bragging a subtle .. lift.
" Valentine's ? " airy inflection,
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Placing a small box upon @empiricaludite's desk, he brings a gift!
Hands now tucked behind his back, a bright smile upon the gambler's features.
Within the box appeared to be an accessory similar to the one Veritas wore in his hair, though this was clearly made with threads,