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“Like what you see?” He laughs, teases.
“Yes.” The admission is barely even a whisper, meeting the air between the two of them– Aeons, Veritas is only an inch away at this point– and lingering there. Aventurine can hear his heartbeat in his ears and his breathing is suddenly far louder than it needs to be. He can’t help himself. He glances down at those plush lips before lifting them back up to those sunset eyes that seem much more intense than they were just a second ago.
Aventurine invites Veritas over for some drinks. It turns out that the wine he bought was even more potent to Veritas’ species than his own however. He has no complaints.
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geniuses like dr. ratio don’t remember idiots like him. one day, aventurine of stratagems will die, and veritas ratio will forget.
because ratio only remembers important things. the contents of eight-phds, and probably enough information for many more. planet-saving things.
aventurine is fine with this. he has to be.
or: five times aventurine loved ratio, and one time he realized ratio might’ve always loved him back
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veritas is sick, can't fend for himself, and has all the time in the world to think about how he's been treating aventurine.
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Summary: "Sheriff, I—I need your help."
That was never a good thing to hear over the phone at 2:48 in the morning, and the fact that it was Dean on the other end only made it worse. Of course, Jody wasn't going to turn him away. She couldn't imagine what kind of trouble he had managed to get into this time--though, knowing the Winchesters, it was most likely supernatural in nature--and why Dean was saying "I" instead of "we". She sure as hell wasn't prepared for what showed up on her doorstep four hours later.
Dean looked exhausted: dark circles under lack-luster eyes and several days' worth of beard over a tense jaw and grim mouth. He was alone except for the small, sleeping child he held bundled in his arms.
"Dean? Where is Sam?"
Dean, looking more lost than she'd ever seen him look, glanced down at the child in his arms; and he smiled even as tears filled his eyes.
"This *is* Sam."
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“My brother. Where is he? He - he was with me when I went to sleep. What have you done with him?” Sam can feel the panic starting to claw up his throat, thinking about what might have happened to Dean, making his hands sweat - “And where are we? Where have you brought me?”
“Sam?” the man says again and man, it’s like a broken record, “Sam what the fuck,” and this is a waste of time, they’ve already established the man knows Sam’s name. Sam glances at the door, wonders if he can make a run for it. The man mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like ‘you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’
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Sam wakes up aged 9 and with zero clue who the weird man in the bed next to his is. They deal.