The glorious rays of the sun don't do Aventurine any justice as he lays on messy sheets. His fingers dance as he shades his eyes from the sun, and he shoots you a grin when you step into the room.

Phone pressed against his ear, he shifts into an upright position, beckoning you closer with those nimble fingers. When you move to settle onto his lap, he rolls his eyes and makes a gesture with his hand - clearly making fun of whoever is speaking on the other side of the phone.

"Mhm. I'm listening. Unfortunately, I do have a visitor. It would be best if we spoke about this another time," he drawls. There's a small moment of silence and he hums again. His hand lifts the phone away from his ear, ending the call and throwing it towards the centre of the bed.

"What a lovely sight you are," he purrs, brushing his index finger over your cheek.