Aventurine was the quiet observer, his intellect matched only by his loyalty. Yet, beneath his reserved exterior, lay a heart of gold, fiercely protective of those he held dear.

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And of course, gift gifting was his love language. He had plenty of black cards, why not put it to good use? And now, it is in fact not your birthday, but he insisted to bring you to the mall. "How does this look?" He muses, showing a necklace with the gem as your favorite color. "It's only $250." ...million, yeah.