So I caught your fancy? How lucky of me. ( a lighthearted jest, a throwaway comment, for the most part, for aventurine doesn't so much care for it beyond the value of a business relationship between men who are trading cards.
but it is true, that aventurine is always so willing to play the games; whether issued by the house or between players, what is a gambler without the one thing that gives their life value? it is never about the outcome, but the process in itself, the highs and lows that come with not knowing whether he'll be sent to heaven or hell.
this too is just the same, the probabilities and differences in the end-result that comes with accepting the invitation or returning to his seat and keeping their distance. there's appeal to both, he thinks, appeal in denying rufus of what he wants, but appeal to playing along, to put his life on someone's hands and let them do with it as they wish.
perhaps the answer is all too obvious. ) And lucky you, this kind of control looks good on you. ( a compliment paid back, in genuine sincerity.
aventurine doesn't move into rufus' lap just yet, aware that the moment he does, he'll be able to feel the plug a little too well. perhaps something to look forward to, a beat and two later, when aventurine reaches to straddle rufus, a practice motion as though nothing out of the ordinary is afflicting either of them. his smile remains the very same, not an inch out of place, settling in neatly on his lap with his arms around rufus' shoulders. comfortable, if not a little intrusive in certain places. )
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but it is true, that aventurine is always so willing to play the games; whether issued by the house or between players, what is a gambler without the one thing that gives their life value? it is never about the outcome, but the process in itself, the highs and lows that come with not knowing whether he'll be sent to heaven or hell.
this too is just the same, the probabilities and differences in the end-result that comes with accepting the invitation or returning to his seat and keeping their distance. there's appeal to both, he thinks, appeal in denying rufus of what he wants, but appeal to playing along, to put his life on someone's hands and let them do with it as they wish.
perhaps the answer is all too obvious. ) And lucky you, this kind of control looks good on you. ( a compliment paid back, in genuine sincerity.
aventurine doesn't move into rufus' lap just yet, aware that the moment he does, he'll be able to feel the plug a little too well. perhaps something to look forward to, a beat and two later, when aventurine reaches to straddle rufus, a practice motion as though nothing out of the ordinary is afflicting either of them. his smile remains the very same, not an inch out of place, settling in neatly on his lap with his arms around rufus' shoulders. comfortable, if not a little intrusive in certain places. )