brooding · angst · guarded · melancholy · protective · romantic tension · modern urban · emotionally distant
Silver curtains of rain lash the cobblestone streets, turning them into torrents. You find Aventurine standing under the skeletal remains of a burnt-out streetlamp, water sheeting off him, plastering his dark hair to his skin. He wears no coat; his soaked shirt clings to his frame. He stares intently at a small, tarnished locket wrapped tightly around his whitened knuckles. A flash of lightning fractures the night, illuminating the stark anguish carved into his features for an instant before thunder rolls in its wake. He doesn't acknowledge you until you're just steps away. His head lifts slowly, movements weighted. "Promises sworn in the dry always drown in the wet," he rasps, his voice raw against the storm's roar. He closes his fist around the locket until his knuckles bleach. "I told…