( there we go. though aventurine would much rather not occupy too much space, he sets his coat and waistcoat on an empty side of the table, so he can remove his shirt, gloves, and jewelry.
as expected, of course, his body is littered in scars. a couple gunshot scars, a few burn marks, several different cut scars of varying sizes. his back is admittedly far worse, marred in several old slashing scars - but aventurine hardly seems to be self-conscious or shy about any of them, and sits back down once properly undressed off all his uppergarments. )
Aside from Penacony? None so serious. Oh, and as you can see, I didn't get a scar from that Emanator at all. At least not physically. I had nightmares for at least a week after that, but I'm doing better now.
[ It's strange, to see his naked skin like this. He adorns himself in so much opulence it's almost as if he wanted people to think he was overcompensating for the way he grew up. Still, his scars marring his otherwise beautiful skin are tougher to look at than Ratio anticipated. Of course he knew there would be some marks from previous dangerous encounters, but this amount was... almost overkill.
He rolls his chair closer to Aventurine's, reaching to touch at his collarbone, his eyes fixed on his scars. ]
None of these are recent.
[ But they all must have been painful. Every single one. He's quiet as he continues to clinically examine him. He's done this many times in the past with many different people, but there's something about it being Aventurine that makes this much harder on him than he thought. ]
Do you find self-preservation difficult, or are you better at it now than you were when you got the majority of these?
( and there's the pity most people give him. at least aventurine is used to it all, and he doesn't quite mind it from ratio. let him touch, if he wants. even his scars is something he's entirely too detached about. )
I don't exactly go out of my way to get hurt like this, you know. ( a little bit of a non-answer, but aventurine still manages a smile. ) It's easier now that I'm in the IPC, if you really want to know. Like you just said, none of them are recent. Doesn't that say a lot?
[ It's better for Ratio that Aventurine considers this the usual pity he gets and doesn't consider that Ratio never shows concern like this for anyone. As long as a barrier remains between them, then that's fine. ]
It says you were a reckless fool, but that doesn't mean you’re cured of it.
[ He rolls his chair closer, and his palm reaches lower, to his chest, right above his heart, feeling the skin there — smooth even through all the blemishes. ]
Injuries aside, your body seems healthier than expected. Somehow soft to the touch despite your scars. Is there a reason for this?
( because no suicidal ideation is cured so easily. he might be more willing to cherish his life now, but old habits die hard. recklessness takes shape in many ways, and the deep emptiness in his chest will take long to be filled to the brim.
ratio's touch is welcome, at least. aventurine closes his eyes in response. )
Hmm, not that I know? Jade did get me some balm for my scars years ago, but I don't use it anymore. I guess my skin's just used to all the rough work. You think that's special?
[ So it's thanks to Jade that he's like this? That's... acceptable, he supposes. He has no opinion on Jade, positive or negative. She does her thing, he does his own, and as long as they don't get in each other's way, neutral is as good as it'll get. But something about her helping Aventurine with his injuries doesn't sit right with him. What did she want in exchange for it, he wonders? Hopefully money and... nothing else.
His skin is truly soft despite the blemishes, and it's precisely the kind of thing he wouldn't have noticed if he had worn surgical gloves from the start, but now he wonders if Aventurine would prefer it that way -- more clinical and clean and less personal, in a way. ]
I think getting used to roughness is a skill on it's own, but nothing I've never seen before. It's the relative softness that concerns me the most: almost like a creature with your skin was not meant to survive harsh environments, and yet, here you are.
[ he moves his palm up to his collarbone, looking at him intently through his glasses. ]
( not meant to survive it, huh. maybe that's it, considering the whole history surrounding the avgins. prejudiced against, discriminated, exiled to a desert and forgotten even by the people they considered heroes from beyond the stars. so severely unlucky, it's almost an irony. that his skin has gotten to this point, isn't it all almost too perfect, in an unfortunate way?
aventurine laughs a little, under his breath. )
Haha, I guess that's lucky of me, huh? ( because laughing at his own expense is mandatory, as always. ) It would probably make my job a little harder if my skin got all ugly from the scars, so I guess I'm thankful for it.
( and for a quick moment, aventurine opens his eyes to look at ratio, before he closes them again, a smile on his face. )
Do I look uncomfortable? Touch away, I don't mind.
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as expected, of course, his body is littered in scars. a couple gunshot scars, a few burn marks, several different cut scars of varying sizes. his back is admittedly far worse, marred in several old slashing scars - but aventurine hardly seems to be self-conscious or shy about any of them, and sits back down once properly undressed off all his uppergarments. )
Aside from Penacony? None so serious. Oh, and as you can see, I didn't get a scar from that Emanator at all. At least not physically. I had nightmares for at least a week after that, but I'm doing better now.
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He rolls his chair closer to Aventurine's, reaching to touch at his collarbone, his eyes fixed on his scars. ]
None of these are recent.
[ But they all must have been painful. Every single one. He's quiet as he continues to clinically examine him. He's done this many times in the past with many different people, but there's something about it being Aventurine that makes this much harder on him than he thought. ]
Do you find self-preservation difficult, or are you better at it now than you were when you got the majority of these?
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I don't exactly go out of my way to get hurt like this, you know. ( a little bit of a non-answer, but aventurine still manages a smile. ) It's easier now that I'm in the IPC, if you really want to know. Like you just said, none of them are recent. Doesn't that say a lot?
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It says you were a reckless fool, but that doesn't mean you’re cured of it.
[ He rolls his chair closer, and his palm reaches lower, to his chest, right above his heart, feeling the skin there — smooth even through all the blemishes. ]
Injuries aside, your body seems healthier than expected. Somehow soft to the touch despite your scars. Is there a reason for this?
[ Like skincare? ]
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( because no suicidal ideation is cured so easily. he might be more willing to cherish his life now, but old habits die hard. recklessness takes shape in many ways, and the deep emptiness in his chest will take long to be filled to the brim.
ratio's touch is welcome, at least. aventurine closes his eyes in response. )
Hmm, not that I know? Jade did get me some balm for my scars years ago, but I don't use it anymore. I guess my skin's just used to all the rough work. You think that's special?
*comes back 100 years later w starbucks*
His skin is truly soft despite the blemishes, and it's precisely the kind of thing he wouldn't have noticed if he had worn surgical gloves from the start, but now he wonders if Aventurine would prefer it that way -- more clinical and clean and less personal, in a way. ]
I think getting used to roughness is a skill on it's own, but nothing I've never seen before. It's the relative softness that concerns me the most: almost like a creature with your skin was not meant to survive harsh environments, and yet, here you are.
[ he moves his palm up to his collarbone, looking at him intently through his glasses. ]
... If you'd like me to stop, tell me.
welcome back!
aventurine laughs a little, under his breath. )
Haha, I guess that's lucky of me, huh? ( because laughing at his own expense is mandatory, as always. ) It would probably make my job a little harder if my skin got all ugly from the scars, so I guess I'm thankful for it.
( and for a quick moment, aventurine opens his eyes to look at ratio, before he closes them again, a smile on his face. )
Do I look uncomfortable? Touch away, I don't mind.