❝𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 there's a miscalculation that (Y/N) failed to perceive. That comes in the form of their love purposely trying to tie her down.
➣ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀�...
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SIDE MISSION 01 | AVENTURINE - Playing cards.
SUMMARY: It's a life of used and to be used as he says - In Stoneheart Aventurine's case, he aims to form a connection with Astral Express member (Y/N) that will benefit him in the long run.
Note: side missions are character-centric chapters that are non-canon in the book's storyline.
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THE PLANET of Voyager 6 has always been known to indulge in materialistic aspects of life. Advertisements litter every inch of the planet, bars are available on each street, and nightclubs are being glorified to a heavy extent. Had it been under different circumstances, the Astral Express would not have taken a second glance at such a planet doing just fine - unfortunately, March 7th had begged for a brief stop in Voyager 6, claiming that there was an important convention taking place in a few days.
Her wish was accepted in acquiescence, and now you find yourself indulging in some high-end bar, swirling a flute of champagne as you listen to an IPC stoneheart egg you on to gamble.
"Oh come on, I can guarantee that you'll have a good time, yeah?" He puts up the air of a close friend, joking and prodding at you like he's known you for years - not mere hours. His hat tickles your skin from the close proximity between the two of you, his rose-tinted glasses obscuring the exact shade of his eyes that are scrunched up in mischief, and you hold in the urge to sigh.
"Like I said before, no thanks." You give a faux grin, reaching an arm over to pat his back. "Maybe try your luck with the other bar patrons, hmm?"
"Aw, you're no fun at all, Miss Astral Express." The stoneheart purrs out, getting even closer to you - shoulder to shoulder and you're starting to think he might fall out of his bar stool soon. "Won't you entertain your new friend at all?"
You take a sip of your champagne before snarking back, "Who said you were my friend? I don't associate myself with adrenaline junkies."
"Ouch! you wound me, miss." He dramatically clutches onto his chest, leaning over you for support. But then, as if a switch had been flipped on, he lowers his glasses to stare you down. "But isn't that ironic? You don't want adrenaline junkies yet you are one yourself - your battle experience should speak for itself."
