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"I don't know what you mean, doctor. Surely, you've had more liquor than-,"
"Everything about you is fake. You have no idea who you actually are, do you?" Ratio leaned forward with a scathing expression as he spat, “You don’t care that you’re hurting yourself, because there isn't even anybody there to hurt. You’re so far into this farce, this character that you play, nothing matters to you anymore. So fine, Aventurine, keep it up. Don’t worry about getting better for me, or you, or anybody. Just remember the next time you're running around these galas and dinners and parties, and you’re all done up on the outside like the clamorous little peacock you are, with your chains and your rings and all this frivolous fabric,” he said, flicking the fur that was draped around Aventurine's neck, “Inside, you’re the same empty, pathetic man you always have been. You cannot purchase what your soul lacks.”
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Aventurine would rather hide what’s hurting him under poker, parties, and piles of money. Ratio doesn't like it one bit.Bookmarked by Chervyak13
04 Dec 2025