Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet.
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Aventurine tilts his head and grins up at Ratio, looking away from the revolver and peering at him from beneath long eyelashes. “How about this, then? One shot, like the first time we met - and it’s time efficient, just the way you like it.”
Ratio bites back a sigh, settling for a disapproving frown. “Damned gambler.”
“That’s not a no,” Aventurine says, stretching out the last word languidly.
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Slowly, Aventurine stops spinning the revolver, facing the muzzle towards himself. The metal glints with cold light from the bright blue Dream Bubbles, and the hole of the muzzle is pitch black. A bullet will come from there - hot, loud, faster than he can blink. Maybe he’ll hear the sound before the bullet hits. Maybe he’ll get to see his blood - sickly viscous, blue and purple. Or maybe this time it will be red. Bright and blooming in this forsaken, forgotten room in the depths of the Dreamscape Reverie, awash with blues save for whatever remains of him.
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