( wrong answer, then. because of course it is. aventurine keeps trying to find something past that sincerity, because he struggles with believing that people would give without asking back. it has always been a - pun not intended - dog-eat-dog world. his early years were filled with running and despair and promises of rain that never came. shrieks, and screams, and hyena-like laughter. the last time that sort of kindness was extended to him, it ended in death, unjust and undeserving. then, standing there, had always been just him.

foxes are cunning, treacherous. aventurine is good at pretending to be those things. too much so that he fools even himself, so lost in his own acting, unsure which one of his selves is the real one. )

Plenty that would want a giving fox like me, but - ( that same measured, cautious move. gloved fingertips that find their way to kirma's hand and takes it back to where it belongs; together, with his own.

but his fingers close around it, brings that gentle hand to his face and aventurine kisses it with kindness so unlike him. once, twice. back, side.

aventurine has been many things; a blessing, a coward, a slave, a friend, a pretty face, a means to an end. playing a role is always much easier than being himself and for kirma, he can be something, too. a perfect honeytrap. ) The one I want doesn't want me back anymore, and the pain in my heart is too much to seek solace in someone else. What advice would you give to a broken heart like mine?