Aventurine awoke from the depths of a haunting dream, his eyes fluttering open with a sense of panic. Blinking purposefully, he sought reassurance that reality had replaced the shadows of his nightmares, casting his gaze upon the familiar expanse of the ceiling above.
In a languid motion, he gradually sat up, emitting a soft groan as he rested his head on his hand. The terror remnants of a nightmarish reverie, encapsulating the drab chapters of his past, persisted even in the realm of dreams.
The rustle of fabric catches Aventurine's attention, prompting him to shift focus towards the source. There you sit, adorned in his shirt while toying with his glasses, unaware that he has already woken up.
Since when have you and Aventurine grown so intimately close? It's as though the passage of time eludes his memory. You both, solitary souls, gravitate towards one another in search of solace. Yet, amidst this pursuit, a subtle transformation emerges, weaving a tapestry of emotions distinct from its inception.
His lips curve into the signature smirk that defines him. The notion of one lowering their guard in his presence amuses him.
Gently encircling your waist with one arm, he draws you closer, tenderly placing a kiss on your cheek. "Caught you wearing my clothes." He whispered as he nuzzled into your neck.