The state flag of Iran (1933–1964) had a 1:3 ratio.

Aventurine’s movements aren’t hindered by the agony that should have been debilitating, that irreproachable nonchalance might deter others from interfering but the doctor’s piercing gaze remains undaunted. Whether it were a strength or not the attempt to conceal the vestiges of pain emanating from the injury is futile, a detriment to himself and by extension the partner he should have kept in his periphery.

❝ ━Were you dreaming my patience may have endured.❞ It wasn’t as if he were ignorant to the reasons behind Aventurine’s more destructive tendencies and even if intervening on his behalf proved to be the same sort of futility the gambler adorned in all its resplendence he found it unbearable to look at him like this. His allocated baby-sitter was assiduous in all things, this would be no exception. The business could wait, whatever assignment they had deposited into his over-burdened but capable hands would be handled far less effectively should he collapse midway through it. ❝ I’ll accompany you.❞ It wouldn’t matter if his attempts to persuade him were justified, so long as they came unsolicited Aventurine would find a way to circumvent them. This was the most promising solution, even if he might be reluctant to accept it, it was as close to a compromise as they could possibly arrive at. ❝ It is non-negotiable.❞ 

some idiot: I can’t Beliieve anyone would ship them at all much less prefer them to pynch haven’t they read the books?