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[avginian]

TO: NAVIA FROM: AVENTURINE ❇️

[ img sent ] : an elegant perfume bottle with bright gold liquid inside. [ img sent ] : an elaborate white and gold trimmed handbag with a marble design. [ img sent ] : a beautiful long dress trimmed with black and with yellow silks. [ 1 / 2 ] : Thoughts on these? [ 2 / 2 ] : The perfume has a floral scent to it. Not too overpowering, but enough to get the point across.

[avginian]

"Today is your birthday, isn't it? Then why do you seem so withdrawn, mon amour?" Despite what's usually supposed to be celebrated as a special occasion, Aventurine's mind seemed elsewhere. Thankfully, that doesn't deter Navia in the slightest. In an effort to take his mind off of whatever might be troubling him or otherwise, she finally presents her gift to him: a small, velvet box colored black and gold. When he opens it, he'd see a pair of customized gold dice.

"You're a betting man, so I thought it'd be fitting. Now you have something personal to keep on the board, I think they'll serve as a fine good luck charm!" She seems very satisfied with that reasoning, nudging their shoulders together to offer what little affection she could. "Let's just cancel our plans tonight, hm? Dinner is fine and well, but I think a home-cooked meal will be better. I'll make it special, promise!"

IT IS HARDLY AS IF SHE WAS WRONG, truth be told. that very assessment itself one that could hardly be argued against, albeit one he would never fully admit to outright. for that moment, his mask had slipped, falling into the briefest state of transparency, and she had noticed. somehow it feels a little bit too uncanny to him, the way she can so often see right through his very facade, leaving him in such an uncertain, vulnerable state with every striking gaze. it was such an alluring trait of hers to behold, something which accentuates her brilliance. and yet, like every flickering, beautiful flame that has drawn those who have been engulfed by so much darkness in the past, it would only serve to burn you if you got too close... wouldn't it?

still, he opens the elaborate box, seeing the customized dice immediately, a precious item that she must have put much thought into when it came to giving a man who could buy near anything he desires with just one click of a button. ❝ Putting me on the spot like that? And as if you didn't know the answer, too, ❞ he chuckles, pulling the golden set out of their box. there was no need to delve into his distant mind, not when it could ruin the moment.

the dice sound gently in his hand as he shakes them loosely within a closed palm, waiting until just after her nudge to release them. and as they clatter down, the face of each rolls to a pair of matching numbers: six. ❝ Would you look at that? Guess the clock strikes Midnight. Looks like your intuition about luck is right on point. ❞ leaving them on the table to bask in the glory of such a lucky roll, not to mention only validating what she had just said, he leans back, crossing his leg over the other as one arm comfortably stretches along the back of the couch and behind navia.

at the prospect of canceling their plans, however, he falls silent as if thinking it over. all before casting a glance her way. ❝ ... then it's about to be someone's lucky night out there. A few reservations are about to become wide open, ❞ he responds, curious as to what she has planned to make and, really, if she had possibly thought to do this all along. a thing as these little moments, leading him out of the blazing spotlights of a grand stage... maybe it was something he needed as much as his instincts scream against it.

❝ As for the home-cooked meal you're promising. You said it yourself, so I'll hold you up to those special standards. ❞

[animasend]

it's odd. the flower that rests in her hands is not born of typical means. it didn't sprout from a seed carefully tended to with all the love and gentleness human hands could muster, stretching through the dirt to bloom in the sun. olga marie isn't sure she could call it created from magecraft even. in fact, were the clocktower to exist in this world and somehow gotten wind of it, she is sure she would receive a sealing designation. however, magic was the one that made most sense.

the pluie lotus, as the other had described it to be, is offered over. round leaves, blue & yellow tipped petals. it feels like a flower but differences exist– not a perfect one to one creation.

" It lacks "substance". " is how she starts, head tilting in thoughtful contemplation. " That which makes it unique, you could say. It's like any other ordinary flower but I suspect it won't last as long."

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[avginian]

"Would it be too forward of me to invite you to the upcoming ball, mon chéri?" A change of pace. It was always him doing the asking, inviting, and otherwise spoiling in their relationship. If it could be called that, anyway. Neither of them dared to decide on a label. "Don't feel obligated, it's fine to say no to me sometimes."

COLOR HIM A LITTLE SURPRISED, truth be told. not because she's asking, but rather the fact that she managed to beat him to the punch. so, before long, that pleasant smile sprawls across his lips as usual, especially so whenever she's near. ❝ It's definitely forward, but who says there's anything wrong with that approach? It could be the right one in this very moment, after all. ❞ whether in business, friendships, or even companionship as this... there was always a time and place for a little forwardness about things.

in this case, it was certainly a change of pace, one that makes his heart a little uncertain, though mostly in regards to his own issues than the fact that it's her.

❝ Now, I can't think of anyone else I'd have accompany me there, can I? Then that just leaves our outfits for the evening. Say, let's go out for the day around Coral Cove and see what they have on display. ❞

[thiefandlyre]

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Night has fallen, the chill of winter seeping through the meager protection his coat provided. Hunger gnaws at Octavo's stomach. As much as he knew he must return to his own world, he was not going to make it far if he froze to death.

...well. Maybe death would set him back to the beginning of his journey, as it usually did, but he didn't want to risk it when things were all askew like this.

He checks the strange device he'd found in his pocket. Initially, he'd ignored its instructions in favor of trying to find a way out, but that was clearly not happening tonight. One of the little pictograms wiggles at him. He'd seen people using their fingers to operate these things, and so he does the same, and after a few attempts manages to open the map. It points him to a building in the area.

Room 305...?

How foolish of him. Perhaps whatever awaited him in this room would give him the next step of this mad quest. He follows the map, making his way to one of the many enormous buildings in the area. Upon climbing the stairs, he finds himself in a long hallway full of many doors, each labeled with a number. It's all so orderly and quiet, the noise of the street outside muffled into silence.

Octavo finds the room and opens the door. "I've found you," he announces to whomever is inside. "What do you want from me?"

[sanpatron]

Something about the way Django had found himself engaging with this party made him feel as if a core part of his very soul had finally decided to come out and shine. There was a desire to socialize with others that he hadn't felt in quite some time. Put the charm on. Maybe even regale them with stories of his life on the island, and of back home (albeit with certain parts left out).

But after about two or so hours of acting like the life of the party, Django knew he would have to slow things down and give himself a chance to breathe. "Everything in moderation." he tells himself; grabbing his third glass of sparkling wine from the nearby table.

And while he'd love nothing more than to stand back and people watch for another few minutes, the sight of a woman approaching him—dressed to the nines, mind you—made him reconsider.

To simply call this woman beautiful felt like it would be underselling just how captivating she truly was. This was someone who could effortlessly make anyone's head turn her way and find themselves utterly bewitched. A woman who carried herself with an air of grace and sophistication, yet was absolutely approachable. She was in every sense of the word attractive, and Django had absolutely no idea why the hell she was walking over to some hairy, overgrown buffoon.

" Jesus... I must've done something good recently for you t' come my way. "

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[blazingdawn]

" So you're Aventurine's date?" her eyes are sparkling a bit too much, an almost mischievous excitement thrumming through her, causing the trailblazer to rock back and forth on her heels. she had seen the stoneheart enter with the unfamiliar woman on his arm and asides from how beautiful she was in her dress (a perfect fit for those black and white movies on penacony), stelle wanted to talk to her.

" Nice to meet you! I'm Stelle– galactic baseballer, friend of Aventurine, bartender on your side and at your service!"

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[avginian]

❝ Knowing your network, I'm sure you've heard of it by now. ❞ not such a dazzling introduction as their several meetings, but one he feels comfortable in offering as he makes himself settled in her place of work. he'd be more surprised if she wasn't aware at all. ❝ About the party I'm hosting. Just for clarification, ❞ he chuckles, offering her a smile as she deserves.

❝ Have you thought about if you're going or not? ❞

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