𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ↷ aventurine ✔

𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙠𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙖

𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗔
sasanomaly

even though i have nothing, i yearn for something
remaining with nothing, i closed off tomorrow
though i have nothing, yet because i have nothing
i found it here: this melody

the plan... well, it worked in its own twisted way.
barely, but it worked.
soon. it won't be long now, i’ll see you again.
i’ll claw my way out of here if i have to.
luck is no longer the only thing i have.
now, i have you.

 
love, kakavasha

aventurine stared at penacony below, a complex place making his stomach churn. this mission wasn't just risky; it was borderline insane. a calculated act of vanishing, leaving behind a trail of calculated chaos to reclaim the planet for the IPC. the plan made perfect logical sense. he'd done the risk assessment himself. but logic offered little comfort when the odds of survival felt impossibly slim.

can he make it to you as promised?

before he'd knew it, aventurine already called your number, his mind still calculating escape routes and contingency plans. your voice, a familiar warmth, cut through the static buzz in his ear.  

"hey," he managed, trying to sound casual. 

"working late?" the soft background noise hinted at a cozy evening in, the direct opposite of the chaos about to unfold on his side. a familiar pang of longing twisted in his gut. 

"just tying up some loose ends," he replied, the lie slipping out with practiced ease.

each casual question, each shared laugh, felt like stealing moments he might not get back to.  he answered in clipped sentences. he just needed to hear your voice, a lifeline against the doubts making his heart hammer.

then there was the dreaded stillness on the line that usually meant you were losing patience with his curt answers. he can't help it. but wouldn't it be so easy to just… not come back? he has suffered enough, hasn't he? and hasn't he burdened you enough already?

"no matter what," your voice was soft, insistent, "come back to me."

it wasn't a plea, but a promise, a simple demand. the weight in his chest eased a fraction. he hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath.

he had nothing, closed off all tomorrows long ago as a survival tactic, lived on the edge everyday as if it were his last. but, because he had nothing, he found you, a light he calls hope.

"hey doll?" he hears you hum. "i really wanna kiss you." and he will, soon.

aventurine finally found his answer. he didn't want to let this world go yet. he wanted a tomorrow with sunlight glinting off your favorite mug, your scent on clean sheets, the feel of your fingers running carelessly through his hair. a tomorrow with you.

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𝖑𝖆𝖎. not proofread. he'll come back, he needs to kiss you after all frfr. I just want to see him well in 2.2, and i think i'm going insane waiting for his banner to arrive. also, this book is almost done!