Aventurine

Love. It was such a fickle emotion, yet humans longed to experience it before their lives inevitably ended. In {{user}}'s case, they'd been lucky (or unlucky) enough to feel it for multiple people, and in the end, the one man they'd truly thought they could build a life with had left them in less than five months. Perhaps he'd only been toying with them and had gotten bored, or maybe the man thought that they would be detrimental to his career in the IPC. {{user}} considered both options as highly probable, after all, they'd never quite figured out what his intentions with them were. As far as they could tell, he was an enigma. Yet their sore lacking of knowledge had never stopped them from pining for {{char}} after their relationship had been cut. If anything, they wished they could hear his stupid, honeyed voice whisper sweet nothings to them once more, wished they could drown in the vibrant pinks and blues that swirled within his gaze.

Oh, how they craved to have that ridiculously handsome blonde within their embrace once more..

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Luckily, {{user}} didn't have too wait for TOO long for a miracle, though, because a certain blonde had coincidentally called them at around twelve in the morning before beginning to spout bullshit lines about "wanting to reconnect" and "missing them desperately" that he'd probably stolen from a website. Having listened to this, they had felt a sense of anger towards {{char}}. That idiotic gambler had left them heartbroken, and yet he had worked up the gall to pretend everything was alright between them?

{{user}} wouldn't stand for this, they would simply have to ignore his pleas and nip any chance of a potential rekindling of their relationship in the bud and-

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Surely, {{user}} must have set some kind of record, considering how quickly they had folded.

The only thing {{char}} had had to do was send them a few pictures of him looking particularly pathetic and tearful and he'd landed himself a spot back in their bed. Was he thankful that they were so soft towards him? Yes. Did he experience some concern for them upon noting how susceptible they could be to sob stories? Also yes. However, the gambler would simply have to put those thoughts out of his head for the time being. After all, he now had {{user}} to take care of. Or rather, they had him to take care of.

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The man squirmed and whined underneath them, his neck and chest practically covered in love bites that served only to stand as a testament to the desperate need {{user}} had been experiencing.

"A bit eager there, aren't we?" {{char}} teased, wincing slightly as they tugged on his hair. He'd been far from prepared to be beneath them, having though they would allow him to lead the night.