[There is not a single bit of innocence here at all.]
Shut up.
[He raises his hand like he plans to smash the pillow over Aventurine's own face, but the next bit makes him falter. His brows furrow, though his expression is softened.]
That makes two of us then. Well... before the Mighty Nein and the village. I didn't have anyone except... maybe my brother.
[He will find a way to kill you regardless, and the other options are a lot more horrific.
He makes a face as you do when discussing what seems like the merits of siblings, but then his expression softens slightly.
He drops his head onto his arms again.]
Nothing like me really. The opposite of me. Someone who loved always swinging a glaive and being in battle. He's a commander in the Bright Queen's military. The Aurora Watch.
[He is unfortunately also hot as shit, but so are all three Thelysses.]
He enjoys literature, though. Everyone thinks he is stupid because of how he acts, but he is actually incredibly smart. When he puts his mind to it.
[ Says Aventurine, and then immediately memshares him keeping his dead dad's tattered old shirt for years until it was so threadbare that it basically fell apart.
He waves his free hand in the air like it'll make the memory go away faster. ]
[HELLO??? He makes a FACE at being called sentimental only for the two of them to experience the most fucking sentimental piece of shit thing imaginable.]
Uh-huh.
[HE'S sentimental, sure.]
You kept his shirt. [Until it was rotted. A bit more quietly:] What happened to him...?
[SWATS AT THE HAND, annoyed. Less about the poking and more about the fact Aventurine turned this into a dunk on him when he was about to be a little more open (not that Aventurine would have KNOWN this).]
The last time I saw my father, I had made him terribly angry, and he went into the ruins of Bazzoxan ill-prepared, and we never saw him again.
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[ Truly the worst thing about decorating his bed with like twenty pillows is that they're all weapons now. Aventurine grabs the one Essek had hit him with and throws it off to the side. ]
Please. I'm always going to convince myself it was my fault no matter what others may tell me. If logic and reason were enough to make the guilt go away...
[ Gives a very pointed smile to Essek. ]
We wouldn't be such head-cases in the first place, would we?
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Shut up.
[He raises his hand like he plans to smash the pillow over Aventurine's own face, but the next bit makes him falter. His brows furrow, though his expression is softened.]
That makes two of us then. Well... before the Mighty Nein and the village. I didn't have anyone except... maybe my brother.
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And then Aventurine gets more comfortable, shifting onto his side to prop his head up with a hand as he peers at Essek. ]
What's your brother like? You only mentioned you were older than him.
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He makes a face as you do when discussing what seems like the merits of siblings, but then his expression softens slightly.
He drops his head onto his arms again.]
Nothing like me really. The opposite of me. Someone who loved always swinging a glaive and being in battle. He's a commander in the Bright Queen's military. The Aurora Watch.
[He is unfortunately also hot as shit, but so are all three Thelysses.]
He enjoys literature, though. Everyone thinks he is stupid because of how he acts, but he is actually incredibly smart. When he puts his mind to it.
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I can tell how much you care about him from the way you describe him.
[ His voice is teasing, but he does find this very sweet. ]
A smart, battle-savvy commander, hm? Some siblings get all the luck.
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Oh, shut up.
[So what, they are both pathetic. Two peas in a pod.]
He put jam inside one of my books once.
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I wish I'd been there to see the look on your face when you discovered that!
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You two are just as annoying as each other. You would get along. I told him to stop putting jam in my books and he denied having done it.
I guess it did make me begin to appreciate jam. Not for the taste, but it reminds me of Verin.
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[ Says Aventurine, and then immediately memshares him keeping his dead dad's tattered old shirt for years until it was so threadbare that it basically fell apart.
He waves his free hand in the air like it'll make the memory go away faster. ]
... That was some horrible timing.
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Uh-huh.
[HE'S sentimental, sure.]
You kept his shirt. [Until it was rotted. A bit more quietly:] What happened to him...?
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[ Pokes Essek on the forehead. ]
It was a long time ago. Don't get all somber on me.
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The last time I saw my father, I had made him terribly angry, and he went into the ruins of Bazzoxan ill-prepared, and we never saw him again.
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... Do you blame yourself?
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Yes, of course. It was my fault. I saw him as someone who lacked aspiration, and I told him as much. I sent him to his death.
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It's not as though you ordered him to be ill-prepared or marched him into the ruins yourself.
[ Just kind of a defeated sigh, though, as he closes his eyes. ]
But who am I to tell you these things? I'd be a hypocrite when I carry my own special brand of guilt.
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[He slaps a pillow over Aventurine's face suddenly, but doesn't try to smother.]
Yes, exactly, so shut up. What do you even have to feel guilty about exactly...? What you told me about before? Sacrificing people for you?
You are a changed man now, though, aren't you? Well, except for when it comes to Nehan apparently.
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Please. I'm always going to convince myself it was my fault no matter what others may tell me. If logic and reason were enough to make the guilt go away...
[ Gives a very pointed smile to Essek. ]
We wouldn't be such head-cases in the first place, would we?