( that she sees himself in such a way does steal a genuine laugh out of aventurine - heartfelt and amused in spades, something warm blossoming in the pit of his stomach. it's not the world's kindest compliment, not when it has a few potential layers of envy in it, but it's... well. it's certainly one of the nicest he has received in his life, sigonian and all.
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?
i hate that i laughed
aventurine doesn't reply just yet; instead, he stands up from the bed, walking up to his shirt so he can begin dressing himself. there's something here, too, a weird tinge of... shame, perhaps, something aventurine can't quite pin-point, at stelle seeing the unsightly parts of himself. for all of his pretty face, his body is anything but, blemished with scars as it is. stories of a life that didn't treat him so kindly. )
Hahah, is that how I look to you, my friend? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? ( the irony of being called bright-eyed when his eyes are dull, etc. ) Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just like you, though I'm used to it. Is this your first hangover?
( how much soulglad did you drink in penacony, girl. still, properly dressed, aventurine searches through their breakfast table for a simple glass of cold water and, after more rummaging, a couple painkillers. it's unsurprising the house has put these there, considering the very long party they just forced onto their guests.
back to stelle he goes, offering both. )
It'll help with your headache. Everything else... Well, it'll take some time. But nothing Ms. Stellaron can't power through, hm?