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"Hm.." Veritas groaned, laying his head on the hard wood desk. He and Aventurine have been writing letters since the blonde went on a business trip. But the problem is, Veritas has absolutely no idea how to write something romantic without it sounding corny.
It's much better when talking, as his body language and tone can give...more romantic atmosphere, if that somehow makes sense. But through words? He can't use body language. And the words just sound so awkward.
Veritas looked up some poems, but they started to sound so weird in his head. Yup, definitely no poems, they don't sound like something he would say to Aventurine. But he also isn't one to write or say some pick up lines.
Frustrated that he can't find anything good or come up with something, the man almost thought about just not writing anything romantic. His 8 doctorates must be laughing that he can't even come up with something as easy as a romantic sentence that doesn't sound corny.
'Without you, I'm like a null set'
Would Aventurine understand it? That it means he is empty without him? No..that's like the worst line. He scrunched the paper in his hand and threw it in the bin, among billions of other failure papers.
For a second, he thought of one he overheard from his students. Maybe..it could work. He wrote it down to see how it would look.
'If you were an angle, you'd be acute one.'
"Hmm..." It feels weird, coming from him. Aventurine would probably guess that this wasn't his original idea.
With no ideas at all, Veritas threw whatever he thought of even if it would be very corny, awkward and weird.
He wrote the letter down, send it and went to sleep.
———
Aventurine was on a different planet so it was currently a day there. He was sitting in his hotel room, checking some reports Topaz asked him to when an IPC worker came up to him. The one who uses a device with everyone's emails since this planet...it has really poor WiFi.
"Mr. Aventurine..you got an email."
The worker said, passing the device so the blonde could look at it himself.
'You got a letter ready to be taken at XXX.'
A letter? Then it's definitely a reply from Veritas. He's sure of it.
He quickly put some thin jacket over and rushed to the post office, passing the worker without a 'thank you'.
At the post office, he only had to talk to the lady behind the counter with a charming smile to quickly get his awaited letter from beloved doc.
Back in the hotel, Aventurine gently opened the letter that will definitely make butterflies fly freely in his stomach.
'Dear, Kakavasha.'
The start already got him feeling giddy. The use of his real name and the 'dear'? Honestly, anything coming from Veritas can make him feel like a highschool boy with his first crush.
'Dearest, since you left for the IPC business trip, coming home has became meaningless. Nothing shines like you in it. Laying in bed without you next to me feels so weird, I don't think I could ever again be so lonely as I was before I met you. The house feels like a null set without you– empty.'
His head imagined Veritas voice telling him all of this, those cheeks dusting with pinky blush and dark eyebrows furrowing in flustery. Aeons. The uses of 'dear', 'dearest' did things to him as he imagined the doc saying it with those pretty lips of his and beautiful voice.
And AEONS. The little kissy mark on the end of the page where he signed his name? Aventurine never in life would think the other would actually do this, even if he fantasized about it millions— and probably more than that times.
The blonde stared at the mark of raspberry colored lipstick for a long while. He only averted his gaze from the paper when someone called him over. Before bed, he wrote another letter to Veritas. Though the lack of internet here annoyed him greatly, writing romantic letters felt better than some messages. After all, he can't get a lipstick mark on his phone.
Aventurine will treasure the letter for the rest of his life.
Veritas felt embarrassed at what he has written. He just...glued whatever he wrote on papers he would trash. It sounded very awkward in his opinion, but he had no time to think of anything better.