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29 / male / bisexual / ace of hearts
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Your humble servant Aventurine at your service.
A senior manager of the IPC's Strategic Investment Department, though I suppose that might as well be on pause. Right now, I'm a senior manager at Phoenix Casino, instead - why don't you stop by sometime during the evening, and you might as well be met with a bunny surprise.
Meet new people, form new bonds, and have fun. Isn't that what everyone comes to casino-resort for?
Glad you asked! Though I'm not sure how much it counts for a talent, I have quite the impressive luck. No matter the gamble, the danger, the puzzle ahead of me - if I bet it all on my "luck", then I know I'll come out of it the winner.
Though if you want actual talents, then you will have to get to know me and find out yourself.
I haven't yet read all the books in the universe, or watched all the movies, or listened to all the songs, or eaten all the food... So it's hard to say I have a proper favorite, isn't it?
Are we finally addressing the elephant in the room? Let's see...
Someone kind, interesting, intelligent, who enjoys a good conversation. Is that too broad? Then perhaps I'm just that easy to charm, haha!
I find wine suits my palate better, but I won't turn down the offer for beer if you'd like.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No real preference. If they're both meant to entertain, isn't the one who makes me laugh the better one?
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
A friend of mine would stand by a quality bath time, and after spending so much time with him, I've got to say the same!
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Between a group of people known for freedom and rule-breaking, and those bound to loyalty... Is this a question about which I find more interesting, which I would want to be, or which of these sentiments I relate to the most?
.05 TITS OR ASS
Does it really matter, if both have their own appeal? Or rather, perhaps I should say it truly depends on the person.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
A proper morning starts with a good cup of coffee. It's essential to any corporation worker like me.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Though both have their appeals, sweets are easier on my tongue. Perhaps it's hard to let go of my inner child? Haha!
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Most of my childhood was spent under the scalding hot sun of the desert, and though I'm quite used to it, I can't help but enjoy the comforting cold of winter nights the most. Besides, sharing a warm blanket with someone isn't so bad of a way to spend a winter day, is it?
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Each kind of fabric has a time and a place to belong. Leather for something more formal, perhaps even casual. Lace, for a more intimate encounter. But both do suit me, don't you think?
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Am I on top, am I on the bottom? Those things are necessary to know for a proper answer. Whether you want me to be nice or not, whether you want to be nice or not... Knowing your partner's preferences is what matters the most, isn't it?
ESTJ-A
cws: murder, poison, very mild gore, affection towards a corpse, blood ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧
He'd planned this. Aventurine had work. Kirma was home from his. It was easy to show up, to invite himself in, to mix idle bickering and casual friendliness together as they always did, to slip the powder he'd specially concocted into the dog's drink just before he crawled into bed and wait it out. A peaceful death, all things considered. There was no time for betrayal, no moment where Kirma could have realized he was poisoned, because first it was the sleep that set in. Heavy eyelids, exhaustion through every inch of his body, an insistence that he needed to sleep but that Esi could stay, if he wanted, that Aventurine wouldn't mind. Within seconds of his head hitting the pillow, he fell asleep. And within minutes of that, his organs shut down, and he died.
He thought that a "nicer" death would change things, maybe. But Esikko caresses a cold cheek now, trying to drum up the feelings that had been so intense back home, and is only met with bitter loneliness. That's not the feeling he was searching for. There's no regret, there's no excitement, there's no relief— there's only emptiness.
Maybe he needed to see the blood? That's why he'd gotten up and retrieved the knife, why he'd trailed shallow little marks all over his chest, watched the pooling and dripping of blood from a body that no longer had a working heart. But even as he smeared his hand over it now, even as he trailed up his throat and clenched around it testingly, even as he released and drifted up further, over cold lips, there's just... nothing.
Esikko feels like he's trembling, but he doesn't know why. It doesn't feel good, doesn't feel like he's helped it, doesn't feel like any of this tension inside of him has released. He doesn't feel like he misses Kirma, because he feels like he'll come back no matter what, like he always does. He doesn't feel angry about that, or relieved— he just thinks for an idle moment that he looks peaceful. That maybe even when he comes back, he'll have far more happiness than Esikko could ever hope for.
And he's jealous of that. So why didn't this work? Why didn't it tell him anything? Why is he left wondering what he should do now?
In the end, he drops the knife to the floor carelessly, leaves Kirma on the bed, and wipes his bloody palm along the sheets on his way out of the room, and out of the suite. There, in his place in bed, Kirma's body will await Aventurine's return home. And even that knowledge isn't enough to stir anything inside of Esikko, this time. )