Obviously, you know Aventurine for the reckless gambler he is. He could risk his life for a game, but it’s usual enough for you to know that he’ll come back home to you anyway. Since he’s such an idiot, he survives anyway. You couldn’t tell if you were thankful for that or not.

You stared out of the beautifully framed window, the stars scattered across the night sky and illuminating your skin and eyes with a glittery shimmer. It was dead silent.

The silence was split apart by a huge thud outside; which ended up being Aventurine, drunk and passed out from a visit at the casino. For you, this wasn’t too surprising.

He was half asleep, clinging onto your shirt as you were about to leave him to rest after just cleaning him up. “No…please take care of me…” His hands trembled at the thought of you leaving, as he looked up at you with his eyes.