𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳,
𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘺 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵗⁱˢᵗ ᵇᶜ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᴾⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ ʳᵉᵖᵒˢᵗᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵇ ;⁻;

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You and Aventurine.

Although you were not Avginian, nor did you hail from the same planet as he did, the moment you two linked up under the pretense of slave and masters child, it was like a bond was made that no Aeon would ever sever.

You were the child of Kakavasha's master, his only heir. So naturally, you had to meet whatever slaves he brought in..even though only one would end up making it out of the house alive at the end of the road.

You didn't like how your father treated these poor children and young adults, just barely scraping their twenties. There was one who very clearly stood out, if not for those piercing glowing eyes, then for his demeanor.

He seemed perhaps a little more brazen then any one slave you'd seen..you had to give him props, since everyone you'd see seemed completely devoid of emotion. But you knew behind those eyes there was a scheme, perhaps thats why he so easily befriended you.

"60 Tanba." You heard your father state, it was shocking knowing a whole person only costed 60 Tanba.. "What's your name?" You inquired softly, despite your fathers sigh and shake of the head, the blond answered curtly.

"Kakavasha." he hummed and lowered his head slightly as your fathers gaze narrowed, he clearly wanted to speak, but remained silent so you didn't have to see how he really treated these poor people.

"Nice to meet you, Kakavasha." You smiled slightly and looked at his chained hands with a sigh, "I'm sorry.." you whispered softly, and he lifted his head again with slight surprise before shaking his head and turning away.

After that encounter, you didn't see him for another few days, you spent most of your days doing anything to help yourself feel a little better as, knowing all these people were brought here against their will just made you guilty.

You knew there was little you could do, your father may hold you in high regard since you are his only child, you might be spoiled just slightly..but you would rather use your money to buy and free these slaves, rather then keep them here.

Money and power should be used for the better, surely..

Well, you were quickly put out when you found out your father had pitted all those poor folks against eachother, and only one came out on top.

"Kakavasha.."

That brought you here, before the young man, without your fathers knowledge..because if he knew he'd most likely punish the blonde Avgin for it. His knuckles and the chains around his wrists were bloody, he was scraped up and injured.

You weren't sure what his purpose or use was going to be, but whatever it was, you wanted to make it easier on him.

He stared at you as you sat before him with bandages and other medicinal items to help fix him up, or help him fix himself up. "..May i see your hands?" you asked softly, he looked at you with a raised brow before holding his hands out.

They were calloused and bloody, it was unsettling but you pushed past it in order to help him. He seemed surprised by your kindness and gentleness, gently cleaning the blood from his hands and chains.

"Why are you helping me?" He inquried, when you looked up from his hand and met his eyes you smiled slightly "Because you're just as human as i am." you stated, short and simple, and a little sweet.

He looked away briefly before shaking his head, "I just beat people to death." he huffed, as if thinking such a reminder would make you change your mind. "Why do you think i'm here?" you rolled your eyes, cleaning the cuts and moving the shackles on his wrists.

Upon doing so however, there were terrible lacerations poorly wrapped to keep them from getting worse. They were pretty gnarly to look at and you felt a tad sick looking at them, Kakavasha looked at his wrists as well then back at your hesitant expression.

You didn't feel sick because of the wound itself, you felt sick knowing others let it get this bad, what if these injuries got infected? At worse he could lose his hands and at least have permanent damage.

You held his hands tight before sighing and unwrapping the old bandages, "I have to clean this pretty thoroughly, it's gonna sting." you hummed and grabbed what you need from your little amount of supplies that you brought along.

You doused a small rag in sterile alcohol and began to gently clean one of his wrists. He winced and pulled away before sighing, "Stings like a bitch.." he grumbled and lowered his hands again. "Told you so." you teased and held onto his hand to keep him from pulling away again.

"Hmph.." he grumbled under his breath and bit his lip as he teared up.

The rest of your time with him went on similarly, he made snarky remarks here or there, made a few things difficult on purpose to see if you'd tolerate such. But it was more less playful, he didn't seem to bear much ill will towards you, hell, if not for his position, he would likely consider you a friend in the future.

Well.

You weren't sure what..

what to feel.

When you found your dads beaten and bloody corpse on the floor of his study.

You didn't know what to feel besides a brief wave of fury, before it was replaced by sadness.

Perhaps this was what karma looks like.

Then as you were in the middle of either grieving or confusion, you heard footsteps and quickly whipped around with a glare before you spotted just who was there.

"Kakavasha.." you muttered, his hands covered in blood yet again. He stared at you, those dead piercing eyes bored into your very soul. He clearly seemed on the edge of killing you as well, but he didn't move.

Not an inch, as if the thought of putting you in harms way, and even doing so himself was freezing him in his place. "You.." he muttered and narrowed his eyes, smeared blood across his cheek certainly was enough to make you back away as he stepped closer.

"I'm leaving." he hummed and stepped closer.

You both had gotten close, certainly. You tried to make everything better for him without alerting your dad and in turn making things worse.

You felt frozen as he stepped closer, you're certain he would have held your face but, i doubt you would want your fathers blood smeared across your cheek like he. "I probably won't see you again, so, thank you.." he smiled and leaned close and rested his forehead against yours.

You didn't know what their goodbyes were like on Sigonia, but this definitely felt like a goodbye, a forever kind of goodbye.

The gentle breathing of this murderer before you, was somehow soothing.

But he didn't stay long enough for you to say anything, he wanted the illusion of freedom to last as long as he could make it.

And i will love you
with every broken piece of me.