𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ↷ aventurine ✔

𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙜𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖

𝗚𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗔
wotaku

i'm sorry i deceived you
i'm sorry i couldn't tell you
and this is so sad
but suffering is our only bond

between wanting to live or die, i didn’t know which side to pick. death…i've come close to it plenty of times, closer than I'd like to admit.
“welcome home."
so simple, yet somehow, it makes me want to see another day. i'll crawl back from death’s grasp, just to hear you say it again, just to know you'll never stop waiting for me. so keep waiting…
i’ll come back to you, always.
    

love, kakavasha

the stench of antiseptic clung to aventurine's skin, a jarring mix with the lingering scent of blood — someone else's this time. another close call, another deal gone sideways, another life thrown to death’s doors. the same damn routine with a different front. another enemy. another target. 

he tossed his jacket over the back of the sofa, the weight of its designer label a bitter joke reminder to how, no matter how much luxury he's covered in, his market value will always be worth 60 tanba. this penthouse, the suits, the smiles – all part of the intricate dance he played, one where a misstep usually meant a bullet in his head.

every step towards the liquor cabinet felt like agony. his injured leg throbbed with a dull, insistent ache. he swore under his breath, downing a shot with a wince. the burn was a welcome distraction, numbing the not only the physical wounds.

a soft gasp made him turn. you were there, silhouetted against the kitchen doorway, eyes wide and filled with a familiar blend of fear and worry.

"shouldn't you be in bed?" aventurine tried for a smirk, but it came out as a ragged grimace. 

he saw the flash of hurt in your eyes before you moved forward, quick and quiet. you didn't lecture, didn't demand answers. instead, your hands were gentle as you helped him towards a chair, fetching first aid. wordlessly, you cleaned and dressed the gash on his thigh.

he watched you, memorizing the way your lips frowned and your brows knitted together. it was always you, waiting in the dark stillness after the adrenaline faded. a constant amidst the chaos. his throat tightened. if he had a shred of self-preservation, he'd walk away and cut his losses, just to spare you this worry, this fear.

“aventurine," your voice was soft, breaking his spiral of grim thoughts, "thank you for coming back to me."

the simple words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. a flicker of disbelief softened aventurine's expression. the exhaustion etched on his face, the physical wounds he carried – they were a constant reminder of the life he chose, a life he can’t easily abandon. but with you here, the carefully constructed facade crumbled a little. he stole a glance at your face, the worry etched there a stark contrast to your usual smile.

mother goddess knows aventurine would crawl back to you if he has to, every single time. you were his reason, the rekindling of a thirst to live, crawl, survive. "doll, if you keep waiting for me like this so earnestly, i'm afraid i'm left with no other choice but to come back."

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𝖑𝖆𝖎. not proof read. i hate aventurine fans so much, they're so allergic to happiness /aff.