❛ WORDS I CAN'T SAY, I WRITE TO YOU ❜
( 愛. ) aventurine had always been a charmer, his words captivating, deceptive, tempting. but when it comes to you, all of it crumbles, and the words of love so unfamiliar to his tongue, he writes to you instead...
as i stared up at something in the sky you told me they were stars just like us, they nestle close at times crying, laughing, and connecting
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sometimes, even when i think i've tricked everyone, even myself, the weight of it all feels like it'll drown me. i've wanted to give up more times than i'd admit, felt the pull of just sinking into the arms of death and letting it all go. there are nights i think i would have, if not for the promise i made under a sky i can barely remember. i still have you. the way you smile, how your eyes catch the light like those damn stars in the sky. you make me think maybe, just maybe, there's more to this life than the shadows that chase me. you're my betelgeuse, guiding me when i'm lost, reminding me there's still a reason to keep going.
love, k̶a̶k̶a̶v̶a̶s̶h̶a̶ aventurine
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aventurine leaned against the railing of his ludicrously expensive penthouse balcony. the city lights twinkled below, a mockery of the stars above. even this high up, he could never escape the whispers. avgin. murderer. loser. slave. they'd followed him from the streets to the boardrooms, even here in his private space, a relentless chorus in his head.
a soft sound made him turn. you were there, sleep-tousled and wrapped in a blanket, starlight glinting in your eyes. a smile, the kind meant only for him, softened your face.
“couldn't sleep?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper. he'd always loved that about you, the gentleness that saw through his practiced veneer.
“the usual," aventurine shrugged, the lie slipping easily from his tongue.
your hand found his, small and warm and somehow infinitely precious. “do you... want to talk about it? or..." you tilted your head upwards, "want to watch the stars for a while?"
the familiar ache blossomed in his chest. the stars pulsed in the night sky, and for a moment, he allowed himself to imagine. a different life, maybe. one where the weight of his past didn't threaten to crush every tender thing he dared to want. one where he could look at you with nothing but love, no shadows hanging over his heart.
but the world wasn't made of dreams and wishing on stars. “just for a little while," he said, squeezing your hand. the warmth of you beside him was unbearably sweet, and for tonight, he would let himself hold on to it.
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𝖑𝖆𝖎. not proofread. why is it that everytime i see aventurine on my feed it's always angst? damn, being an aventurine stan has pain and tears attached to it. it's a package.
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