He didn’t really know how, he didn’t really even know why, but some how that idiotic blonde whom Sunday allowed into his car persuaded him. Legs swung out of the car door as the other was already walking past him to the apartment.
He had to admit, the building was luxurious. A tall building in the middle of the city, Aventurine mentioned on the way that he had a penthouse suite with a view that was to die for. Sunday was stupid enough to agree when he had offered to let him go up and see it, in exchange that they get to know eachother a little bit more. He was going to make a point of making sure not to be charmed, not any more than he already had been.
A soft whistle of one of Aventurine’s songs filled the air, hands stuffed into pockets as he approached the front door. Waiting for Sunday to make sure his car was locked, he carefully slid his hand upward onto the door handle. He opened it for the other as he approached. “My prince.”
Sunday had side eyed the other as he entered into the expensive lobby. “You should drop the name, I have very little to my name so I am barely a prince.” He spoke quietly as eyes roamed around the room. White marble floors with a chandelier reflecting off of it, art and sitting areas for people meeting others, and a pissed off receptionist at the front desk.
Aventurine could only let out a chuckle at Sunday’s words, letting the door close behind him. He ushered Sunday to look around a bit before he perked up. “Hey Skott, long time no see hasn’t it?” Aventurine seemed to shout from across the large empty room as he took large strides over to the front desk.
The man behind the front desk could only grumble behind his glasses, his hands balling up into a fist and crumpling paper. He could only seem to speak out in a harsh tone, one that reeked of distain for the other who stood in front of him. “What is it now.”
“You see I left my keys in my car, accidentally locking it before I was able to get them out. What I need you to do is to do your little button pressing and allow me to get to my floor so I am able to get my spare key.” Aventurine leaned over the counter, looking down at the desk and at Scott himself.
“Oh no, I am not opening it up for you again. This is the third time this week I have had to let you into your suite because you had done something to your keys.” Skott slammed his hands onto the desk, standing up and meeting Aventurine’s face, a sneer tone prominate. “Find another way to get up there, Mr. Aventurine.”
In character of him, Aventurine’s smile never fell, only leaning closer to the other in a threatening manner. “If you let me up I will put in a good word to your upper management, or maybe the opposite if your still not swayed. I have a friend with me and I wouldn’t want to keep him waiting for having to drive me home, would I?”
A hand had reached up, grabing harshly onto the collar of Skotts shirt. His voice was lowered to a sharp whisper as his eyes stared at the receptionist intently.“Besides, this person could easily spread rumors about me being an awful host. It isn’t like the IPC’s star boy to be so mean. Why, you could be responsible for a massive decrease in popularity. I definitely don’t want that to happened to you, friend.” As soon as he finished speaking he let go, taking a step away.
Skott could only look at the other, falling back into his chair as he scowled in defeat. “Right away, Sir.” He said through bared teeth. He had let his anger get the better of him once more again.
Aventurine was already walking off to the wall Sunday found himself close too, waving to Skott as he turned away. “Thank you, Skott!” He lowered his arm as he drew closer, looking at the painting that Sunday was currently fixated on. It was large painting of a desert, two small figures walking into the sun with holding hands as two more greyed out figures walked besides them. It had originally pained him alot to look at but he had gotten used to it with living in the building.
Once Aventurine had gotten close to Sunday enough, he gently wrapped his hand around the others waist. It had made Sunday jump and turn to see who it was who held him, sighing at the realization. All he really managed to do was slide away to the side, causing Aventurines arms to fall away.
“You shouldn’t grab people you don’t know like that, or even ones you know like that. It is an intimate gesture after all.” Sunday looked over at the blond, the glasses were now placed in his hair as to better view the art infront of him.
“You didn’t seem to mind it a bit ago, I wonder what has changed.” A chuckle came out of Aventurine as he stepped closer, his hands staying in his pockets this time around. “Either way, I talked to Skott, he said he would do his thing and get me up to my suit. Come, let’s go to the elevators.”
A hand had reached up, fingers ever so gently touching the lips of Sunday in though. “Oh I didn’t even think of that, how you would get into to your home without your keys?” He could only think for a few seconds before following after Aventurine to the elevators.
Aventurine pressed a button to bring the elevator down, finally peeling down his mask as he looked down at the other. It wasn’t obvious, but Aventurine was just an inch or two taller then Sunday, only really being able to tell once they stood side by side.
“You know, I don’t think you have ever told me your name yet, unless you deep down still want me to keep calling you my prince.” The blond tilted his body slightly, leaning twords the other in hope of an answer that may or may not come.
A small hum only came out of the ashy blue haired, watching as the numbers counted down to the bottom floor. “You can refer to me as Sunday, as outside of this little section of the world I am a preist.” A small chime rang out as the elevator hit the bottom floor, opening up as a jester for the two to walk in.
A head tilted to the side as Sunday walked in, Aventurine following after a second later. He made sure to press the button to his floor before taking of his mask compleatly. “Don’t trust me to know your real name, Sunday?”
“Well, it is only fair. Is Aventurine your real name?” Sunday had a smile on his face as he glimpsed up at the other. His hands holding one another behind his back in a wait to the top.
“Hm, touché. Aventurine is not my real name, it is a stage name my company assigned to me the day I started.” The taller fell back, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Plus you could say I don’t particularly like or even feel attached to my old name any more.”
Sunday stood in the middle of the elevator, watching as the numbers ticked up silently in a meditative way. He could feel Aventurines eyes on him, wondering what he would have to say too his sad words. He could suppose he had a similar fate. “I am quite similar, I do not use my real name anywhere other than for offical documents. It takes me back to memory’s I don’t know if I want to forget or not.”
“Speaking of which, don’t think I would have thought to see a priest having piercings.” Aventurine had pushed himself off the wall, moving closer to the other and letting his hand carefully grab onto one of Sunday’s wings. His thumb carefully gliding between metal and soft feathers.
Sunday’s wing seemed to move on its own, flapping in and out as a way of smacking Aventurine repeatedly. “I could the say that same with you and that branding you have burned into your neck, though it would be considered rude of me to due so.”
A hand begun to wrap around Sunday waist once more, pulling him closer to his body. “You wound me Sunday. You should be a little nicer to the person who is letting you in their home, speaking of which.” Just as he finished speaking the door had chimed again, opening it’s door to Aventurine’s own personal suite.
Just as quickly as it came to rest on the other, it left, as Aventurine walked out of the Elevator and into the suite. A hand came up and gestured at the space in front of Sunday as the other cautiously stepped out of the elevator and into a foreign home. “Welcome Sunday, to my humble abode.”
The winged man carefully stepped out of the elevator, as it closed behind him. He knew it was going to be an intresting sight none the less, but little did he know how extravagant the place truly was. The walls were almost all floor the ceiling windows, it made the room feel even larger than it already was, and with the lights off it allows the all the shining of the city to peak through from below. It was truly a beautiful sight.
“You were right, the view is gorgeous, Aventurine.” Sunday’s voice was low, barely above a whisper as if anything above that would ruin the beauty of the environment around the two of them. Sunday took a few more steps closer to Aventurine, yet his eyes never leaving the window.
“It is probably terrifying to thoes who are afraid of heights. I have never been scared of them myself, can’t imagine you being afraid of them as you are a halovian and all.” Aventurine moved his head slightly, putting it at the height Sunday is at before looking in the same direction. “Go ahead, take it all in, we have all night to admire its beauty.”
Sunday’s eyes only met their way to the ground, an embarrassed undertone to them as they lifted back up to the sky outside the window. “Despite being a halovian, I for one am unable to fly.”
Aventurine seemed to perk up at the others words, looking down at him before. He raised his hand to reach out and comfort the other in soft manner, but he was conflicted. Some times he didn't like the touch while other times he did. It would be best not to do anything to make Sunday close back off again, so his hand lowered.
"Did something happen, or have you always been unable too?" the blonde's voice was quiet, afraid of ruining the atmosphere, afraid he might scare Sunday away the moment he begins to open up.
Sunday only stared out at the window, a longing in his eyes. "I was clipped at a young age by my own father. They were also damaged due to experiencing a stelleron disaster and trying to shield myself. Both caused damage to my wings and I was neglected treatment for both, leaving my wings to not be able to lift me off the ground anymore."
Aventurine could only look at the other with a weak stare. His hand, rather than moving to wrap around the other, moved to hold onto his hand. He carefully gave the hand a light squeeze before he began to pull him further into his apartment.
The whole time as Aventurine pulled the other he never looked away, always making sure the contact was okay. "If you’re scared, don't stand to close, but there is no way for someone to fall out. Come, let us sit down and talk more without our legs beginning to hurt. Do you drink?"
“I do happen to drink on occasion, the last time I have had a drink was months ago.” Sunday’s eyes moved to Aventruine’s, a small laugh coming out as he thought a little bit more. “I am quite a light weight though, so I will probably not be having much. As I get tipsy quite easily.”
“Thats alright, all you gotta tell me is what kind it is you enjoy drinking. I usually tend to usually go for the bitter ones so I have more variation between those. I do also have other flavors so don’t feel like you are limited.” Instead of leading Sunday directly to the living room, Aventurine pulled Sunday to the kitchen to select a wine before sitting down.
He carefully opened up a cabinet that was full of wine bottles, jesturing to Sunday to say something. Any opinion he might have on the taste was one that Aventurine wanted to know, he wanted to make sure Sunday liked it.
Sunday could only really look at the cabinet in a hidden overwhelmedness, he would want to look at the bottle it’s self before drinking it, even if he knew it was harder to reseal a wine bottle if the other wanted to harm him. It would also be good to see what kind of things he was putting into his body.
It took a second before Sunday squeezed his hand into a fist behind his back before letting it relax. It was a small way of comforting himself when his thoughts got to much, thinking anything or anyone is out to hurt him even though the chances of such are incredibly low. “Just something sweet preferably, I have always enjoyed sweet flavors over others.”
“Something sweet, coming right up.” Aventurine was able to grab a bottle quickly, already knowing which ones were where. He was able to quickly pop it open wit ease, threading two glass stems inbetween his fingers as he poured the wine for them.
Sunday could only watch as wine flowed from neck to glass, watching as he carefully set the glasses down on the counter and slid one over to him. The blue haired only picked up the glass, stareing into the red liquid below before quietly speaking. “You are such a show off.”
With his own glass already lifted up to his mouth, taking a sip, Aventurine smirked. “You haven’t left yet, so clearly you are not upset at it. You might even like it?” He had a mock in his tone, waking a little bit closer to where he stood right beside Sunday.
Sunday took a sip of his glass, watching as Aventurine moved closer. “It’s more like I am observing you, putting you in a little petri dish and looking at you through a microscope, Another way of wording could be that I am picking your brain to see how you are.”
Aventurine could only stare at him before he began to start laughing, a soft laughter out of admiration. “I can’t say I appose to your judgment, though I can hope we get a little closer than that” Aventruine leaned closer to Sunday, speaking right beside his ear before he tapped their glasses togeather.
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