oh aventurine. aventurine who kept the last remnants of fabric from what was once a shirt that some ppl call rags bcs it's from his father goddamit. aventurine who gambled away his life for a necklace because it's the last his sister has of their mother. aventurine who couldnt sell the trinket his mother gave him despite knowing its value. aventurine who's so meticulous about the way he dresses never allowing a single dot of a water blot any part because it reminds him of the rain. aventurine who allowed himself to be soft kind indulgent and truthful to his younger self because no one ever was. aventurine who wins and is afraid. aventurine constantly chasing for freedom despite the shackles of his own fate and luck. aventurine who is lonely and forever will be.
you’re a customer at Bookstore you turn a corner there’s a 5’2 dyke with pink hair shitting herself trying a alphabetize a shelf. she’s me. you ask do you work here. i point to my name tag. you ask if we have acotar i say yes but i take you to the grrm shelf and say you’ll like this more. you politely decline. i ask you how you feel about doomed polar expeditions and you start looking for a way to exit the conversation. i pick up on this social cue (because i am so good at my job) and tell you to like better books and then everyone clapped and i exploded the store. no moral to this story i just want to go home. this also didn’t happen btw. in case you couldn’t tell.