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Aventurine and his reader seem like a big headache for sunday hahaha have there been any instance where Sunday has tried to argue with reader about it? A big arguement about her seeing Aventurine and their toxic relationship?

beware i rambled and rambled and raaaambled about this because i love this selfship SO much hehe <3

ohhhh anon we/they most definitely are a massive headache for sunday; they’re the constant migraine gnawing at the backs of his eyes and tugging at his temples—which is to say, thoughts of them and their escapades of utter mischief are constantly infecting his mind, clawing at the edges of his conscious even when he is decidedly not thinking about it, honing his concentration on more urgent, more important matters.

because all we/they do is get into trouble together! upscale parties, obscene behaviour on the dance floor (in public, how despicable), rumours of risqué romps in the club washrooms, drugs and overdoses (thank the heavens aventurine possesses that so-called ‘luck’ of his, or they’d both be dead several times over, sunday is sure of it), nefarious photos slapped across the glossy tabloid covers that demote me from sunday’s precious, pretentious, classy Adult Star to something scandalous and sordid—reduced to trash, ruined. all of his hard work, his molding and mending of me into the perfect escort, elegant and expensive, destroyed after a few sloppy nights in aventurine’s arms. which translates to: sunday is constantly trying to ‘rebuild my image’ and ‘mitigate the damage’ aventurine inevitably causes.

sunday does try to talk to me/reader about this behaviour and the whole ‘relationship’ with aventurine, but there really isn’t much he can say, especially when aventurine isn’t forcing or coercing me into anything at all, and is literally just paying for my time/company. all other decisions are made with equal autonomy; aventurine doesn’t force me to do a single thing. sunday expresses his distaste, thinly veiled with worry and concern, but it’s ultimately up to me what i do with my clients.

as such, sunday is a bit torn. this whole situation challenges his utter NEED for ultimate control over her/me and subsequently also really triggers that desperation for complete and total power—to have everything organized meticulously, just the way he wants it. he hates that he is not a part of these decisions (since when did i stop coming to him for advice and guidance on every little thing?). at the same time, this is literally my fucking job, and he knows he cannot intervene. 

this whole gig was SUNDAY’s original idea anyway; the people of penacony deserve high class pleasure, he had told me softly; and oh, it’s such an honour that i get to give it to them, etc. sunday likes to delude himself into believing that he isn’t a glorified pimp—that he doesn’t own me, merely guides me, herds me in the right direction, like a careful shepherd with his loyal sheep. it’s all bullshit, at the end of the day.

anyway, he can’t just change the rules halfway through because he doesn’t like aventurine. and if aventurine keeps paying me to come out, there’s literally nothing sunday can do to stop it. at that point, it’s not a ‘relationship’, it’s merely a transaction. and it isn’t even like sunday can raise the prices—no matter how much a night with me costs, aventurine can surely and easily afford it.