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╰┈➤ During the night at your hotel room in Penacony, you awake to a disturbance.. it seems as though your companion has had a nightmare.
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In the silence of still nighttime, there were bound to be twinkling stars within the circular composition of a pretty little bubble. Floating? Floating, floating.. To and fro these bubbles float. Adrift in the inkiness behind your eyelids. Blub, blub, floating, floating..
"AH—!"
A brief shriek popped the pleasant little bubbles behind your eyelids abruptly, hurtling you from your dream with a soft jolt. You eyed the hotel room with drowsy eyes. Your vision, cloudy from sleep, fixed upon a blond blob. One that wore flamboyant clothes, even when sleeping. You began to sink back into your senses, slowly collecting scattered memories. You recalled following Aventurine around the Reviere of Penacony. You recalled being exhausted mutually and falling asleep near one another. You could feel the floor beneath yourself. Aventurine was positioned on the couch within the hotel room. He was seated upright, somewhat hunched over as he grasped the keyhole in his clothes. His sides rose and fell at a dangerous rate, his sides occasionally shuttering. The faint motion only became visible once you strained your eyes for a bit of time.
With a soft huff, you forced yourself free of sleep. You pushed yourself to your feet. You awkwardly shuffled towards the edge of the couch, allowing yourself to sink to the floor to rest there instead. Noticing this, Aventurine's hypnotizing gaze locked onto you. His eyes grew misty, his normally smiling face becoming sabotaged by a scrunched expression. You folded your arms over the edge of the couch cushions, placing your cheek against your inner elbow. You gazed up at Aventurine, offering him your dominant hand. He hesitated visibly, his expression wandering as he stared. His expression shifted slightly, although it was still evidently terrified. "Hey." Your drowsy voice began. Aventurine eyed you, yet he could not respond. His lips parted to speak, but his voice simply would not obey. Needles jabbed his throat. His own breaths hitched in his lungs, beginning to slowly choke him. His eyes rounded, his eyebrows knitting against it, but there was no denying it—
He was crying.
The Aventurine was crying. He began to withdraw into himself, hugging himself in a futile attempt to console his own tears. You pushed yourself to your feet, immediately pulling Aventurine's head towards your chest. You leaned forth, allowing his face to be concealed in your shoulder as you simply hugged his head. "I'm—I'm sorry.." he whispered, his words strangled and his voice weak. You shook your head slightly. "It's okay." You readjusted your position. "Go on. It's okay to tell me what's on your mind." Aventurine scooted across the couch cushions to create space for you to sit. You sat yourself down slowly. Unused to hearing such kind words, Aventurine dismissed your invitation. "I'm fine, thanks. Just a bit startled is all." The shimmering tears in his eyes betrayed him.
