( and there she rises, ms. stellaron herself, in all of her panic and energy and humor.
aventurine just watches, for now, until all her energy is spent. it's a particular kind of amusing that feels familiar, as though this is penacony all over again and they're back in the reverie. yes, stelle might have been a crucial pawn in his plan, but for what it's worth, aventurine never really held any sort of contempt towards her. there has always been some respect, admiration, perhaps even a tiny bit of envy, if he ever looked far deep into his feelings and managed to actually discern it in the sea of emotions aventurine never quite allowed himself to feel. )
I think the conductor would be too worried about you to let you sleep that long, my friend. ( he should absolutely ease her worries, shouldn't he?
but let aventurine bide his time, sitting up on the bed. he needs to find his footing too, search within his memories. he's still wearing his pants, though his shirt seems to be across the room. that's something, alongside the absolute confidence he has in himself that he wouldn't have drank himself into forgetfulness and slept with stelle besides.
that's all he needs, isn't it? )
Ah, but if it makes you feel better, nothing happened between us. Aside from the cuddling, of course. But you seemed rather comfortable, and what's some spooning between friends?
well they don't call me adventurine for nothing i guess
aventurine just watches, for now, until all her energy is spent. it's a particular kind of amusing that feels familiar, as though this is penacony all over again and they're back in the reverie. yes, stelle might have been a crucial pawn in his plan, but for what it's worth, aventurine never really held any sort of contempt towards her. there has always been some respect, admiration, perhaps even a tiny bit of envy, if he ever looked far deep into his feelings and managed to actually discern it in the sea of emotions aventurine never quite allowed himself to feel. )
I think the conductor would be too worried about you to let you sleep that long, my friend. ( he should absolutely ease her worries, shouldn't he?
but let aventurine bide his time, sitting up on the bed. he needs to find his footing too, search within his memories. he's still wearing his pants, though his shirt seems to be across the room. that's something, alongside the absolute confidence he has in himself that he wouldn't have drank himself into forgetfulness and slept with stelle besides.
that's all he needs, isn't it? )
Ah, but if it makes you feel better, nothing happened between us. Aside from the cuddling, of course. But you seemed rather comfortable, and what's some spooning between friends?