( he wishes the words did not tug at his heartstrings, but at this point, he knows it's by design. perhaps more accurately, he has always known that— it's just hard to ignore, now, regardless of how much he'd like to. he wants to. he wants to...
his hand slips out of aventurine's grasp. )
I'm poor with words, I'm afraid.
( he hasn't the talent for navigating them with the finesse that aventurine does; all he knows is to speak what's on his mind, but right now, his thoughts are too tangled to make an easy sentence of. he paused, swallows, takes a deep breath. is sincerity still the word, when you see the trap before you and yet want to walk into it anyway? )
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his hand slips out of aventurine's grasp. )
I'm poor with words, I'm afraid.
( he hasn't the talent for navigating them with the finesse that aventurine does; all he knows is to speak what's on his mind, but right now, his thoughts are too tangled to make an easy sentence of. he paused, swallows, takes a deep breath. is sincerity still the word, when you see the trap before you and yet want to walk into it anyway? )
Are you so sure that's how he feels?
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