( the sound of his name from aventurine's lips males his ears twitch. the briefest of perks upward, despite the context. more hesitation; while he can tell that things have gone wrong, the why so thoroughly escapes him. in the end, it's the ears that do him in, the very same he'd expressed so much interest in at the start. mingling with humans has taught him to subdue the expressions they care about, and put so much more stock in the ones they do not— what's the phrase, again? ah, right.
hook, line, and sinker. )
... There aren't lines. Not like that.
( a dangerous admission in any company. honesty is not always a virtue. so, then, what is the problem? something that escapes articulation— so does he let it go? his hands come up again, to cup aventurine's face, brow furrowed by the gravity of his seriousness. )
no subject
hook, line, and sinker. )
... There aren't lines. Not like that.
( a dangerous admission in any company. honesty is not always a virtue. so, then, what is the problem? something that escapes articulation— so does he let it go? his hands come up again, to cup aventurine's face, brow furrowed by the gravity of his seriousness. )
That look doesn't suit you.
( the let me fix it goes unsaid. )