#used the term ratiorine bc its more common but if u care abt dynamics it does Not matter in this fic so dw about it

[ecarlatte]

a little late to advertising but i wrote a silly little mutual pining pre-penacony ratiorine fic :)

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Ratio leans over to pick Aventurine’s gloves and jacket from the bed, and sweep the rings into his hand; Aventurine watches him detachedly as he does so. “You know,” Aventurine says, and Ratio pauses. Their faces are uncomfortably close. “Your eyes.” He stops. “My eyes,” Ratio repeats. He does not move. - (or: days before aventurine’s scheduled trip to penacony, about three terrible cocktails in, he finds himself in the same ballroom as ratio.)