Several Sentence Sunday
Damn, it's been quiet here today. I'm assuming my American moots might be at Labor Day picnics but international friends, where you at? I'm kicking things off here at almost 7pm on the East Coast.
If you haven't heard, Stripper!Alex is getting a second chapter! I just finished the rough draft so this should be ready soon. Thanks for reading, friends. Below the cut bc it's horny... don't tell me you're surprised.
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Henry finishes his third– no, fourth? Fifth? Margarita of the night and puts the glass down, determined to stop. He doesn’t need to spend his entire day tomorrow in bed. Alex has been looking over at Henry throughout the night, but he hasn’t tried to get him to dance. He does see Henry put his glass down and flop into an armchair, however.
“Hey, baby, you alright?” Alex asks, coming over and brushing Henry’s hair back from his face.
“I’m good,” Henry slurs, gazing up at Alex. In the dim glow of the multicoloured fairy lights June strung up, Alex looks startlingly like he did that first night, in the private room at the club. He’s stunning and Henry can’t stop looking at him.
“You’ve had a few, huh?” Alex laughs. “You should get up and dance with me.” Alex grabs Henry’s hand and pulls.
“No, I couldn’t, Alex.”
“Please?” And oh no, not the puppy dog eyes. Christ. Henry hesitates and Alex lights up. “Come on, it’s easy. I’ll show you.”
He tries to pull Henry to his feet, but he’s too unsteady and he falls right back down.
“I guess I’ll just have to dance with you here,” Alex grins, a wicked glint in his eye. Oh. Oh. Oh no.
He leans over Henry and starts rolling his body and his hips like he does when he’s putting on a show. Nobody is paying them any attention at first, but then Alex starts really getting into it. He turns and pops his arse, then leans back and starts grinding against Henry.
“Alex,” Henry hisses. Someone – Pez, probably – whoops loudly and everyone starts cheering for the show Alex is putting on.
“Alex, no!” June cries out. Henry glances over to see June perched on the far edge of the couch, a hand covering her face. Nora has one arm around June and both eyes on them.
“You know he’s a stripper,” Henry hears someone laugh.
“Knowing it and seeing it are two different things!” June yells back from behind her hand.
Alex just laughs and keeps dancing, pulling out all the stops. Henry feels helpless to stop it and surprisingly unwilling to. It’s not the first time Alex has given him a lap dance at home, but it is the first time they’ve had an audience. Maybe Alex was right and there is an exhibitionist in all of us. As private as Henry normally is, he almost wants to give it right back to Alex with everyone watching (save for June). Nearly everyone here has seen what Alex has, but only Henry gets to have it. To experience it, on a near-nightly basis. The primitive caveman part of Henry’s brain roars victoriously.
Alex’s arse – which is absolutely one of Henry’s favourite things about him – rolls in smooth circles against Henry’s dick, coaxing it to hardness. Henry can’t decide if he wants to put a stop to this or wait and see what Alex does.
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Sunday manipulating you into loving him...
His manipulation is so good that you no longer doubt your feelings. It's hard to imagine your life without him, and it shows. You cling onto him like a baby bird and he is soaking in all of the attention like a man who hasn't had a sip of water in a millennium....
He needs you. He needs you like never before, he is love for you is ethereal and true. His devotion mirrors that of an acolyte worshiping their beloved god.
Please, love him in the same way he loves you, for nothing else shall satisfy him and his bleeding heart.
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Everyone on Twitter playfully dragging Aventurine for his crop top and track pants fit, and while I agree that this is hilarious and should be meme'd into oblivion, I also can't help but think that the Aventurine fandom as a whole should definitely embrace turning "He's kind of tacky, wouldn't know a subtle outfit unless it was picked by Jade, and wears bizarrely out-of-touch fits on his days off just because he personally thinks they look cool" into an endearing fanon character trait.
Because like, canonically? It makes perfect sense.
As a child, his family didn't have the luxury of giving him a wide variety of clothes in different styles or fabrics. He wore what he could get. Then, we're only ever shown adult Kakavasha wearing rags until joining the IPC.
We know from his character stories that he was kept extremely out of the loop on world news and mainstream media as a slave and literally wouldn't know anything about clothing other than seeing it on other people.
From the time he was a child, wearing whatever his family could pull together, to the time he became an adult prisoner wearing literal scraps, there was never a need or even reasonable opportunity for him to learn about fashion or the social pressures of "dressing to fit in."
The first thing he's told to do as a member of the Stonehearts is "Go pick out new clothes," and the next time we see him, he's wearing the most peacock-esque outfit possible. When Jade told him to pick out his clothes, he literally went in completely blind with no lessons on how to appropriately dress for any adult occasion at all.
While I do think that one of the first things Aventurine would have done as a new Stoneheart is research how to establish a certain "character" for himself and how to dress to give a specific impression, I also think that Aventurine would delight in finally, finally having the power to present himself exactly as he chooses--and that would likely be very strongly informed by an entire child- and young-adulthood growing up without a single social pressure to "dress normal."
Given that he never had someone to teach him how to dress in any modern intergalactic style in his formative years, I think that it makes perfect sense for his "fashion" sense to be extremely unique to him, with little outside influence except for being strongly based on what he knows best: the luxuries the Avgin people could gather from the deserts of Sigonia-IV.
Ratio accuses him of being "flashy," but Aventurine likely loads up all his personally-picked outfits with turquoise jewels, fur trim, and gold metal accents because that's what he grew up perceiving as status symbols and signs of prosperity. Of course he's flashy! Why would he not want to wear furs and jewels now that he has them?! What do you mean wearing six gold bangles is overkill with a t-shirt? No such thing as overkill, come on!
Topaz dropping the Star Rail equivalent of "You look like what would happen if Fashion Week was themed on the yakuza and the Roaring 20s at the exact same time" every other month.
"Well, I think it looks great!"
tl;dr: Aventurine can definitely do his research and blend his outfits into any scenario if needed, but when left to his own devices, he absolutely wears the most over-the-top and/or bizarrely unmodern and "I couldn't care less what is currently trending" fits because no one ever taught him fashion sense when he was growing up, he's finally got the autonomy to dress himself in whatever he thinks looks best, and he's still a little bit drunk on the opportunity to bath in the natural luxuries he longed for but could never have as a child.
Just sayin'.
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