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Aventurine slots himself into one of the corners, hands spread out either side on the waist-high handrail. The walls of the elevator are mirrored, and the image of him glitters everywhere, impossible to miss even as Veritas steps in after him and faces the doors.
In this enclosed space, he thinks he can smell Aventurine - the vestiges of the cologne he know he likes to wear, a whiff of citrus anongst the polished metal and glass.
He closes his eyes and for a second, lets himself enjoy it. No - he should not. He opens his eyes, and makes eye contact with the reflection of Aventurine.
Aventurine’s tilted his head back against the mirror, eyes lidded so that all Veritas can see are half circles of colour. He’s handsome - he’s always handsome, but this is different. The way the lighting hits the plane of his face, maybe, or that intimate expression, or the pretty flush across his cheekbones. There’s just something about Aventurine right now that makes Veritas feel a little feral, like he could just reach over and-
A spiked drink wrecks havoc for Ratio in more ways than one.
[Ratio's POV of the events in question]
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- Part 1 of Collateral Damage
Bookmarked by strigiformies
09 Jun 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Drug wasnt even all dat bro was just horny