feral child

          There’s a stubborn strain of hesitance that flickers to life in her eyes as Amethyst arrives at the door to her new home; as she admit to wanting to see her of all gems. Even though the words register, she still finds herself looking over her shoulder and into their home; looking for Peridot to call to her side. She isn’t certain why she does it, knows Peridot to have left the house hours ago with Pumpkin to go do something with Pearl — she had been invited but… Lapis wasn’t sure she was emotionally prepared to deal with Pearl and perhaps every ghost to her past.

          It was an ominous affair to stumble into Diamonds on their residence.

          Her thoughts give pause as Amethyst continues to speak to her, offers the word date with nonchalance Lapis thinks she wears almost as well as herself. She decides not to read too far into the choice of words, decides perhaps Camp Pining Hearts exclusively used it in the wrong way. Amethyst didn’t strike her as someone suave, nor as a gem interested in her, so it stands to reason there would be multiple meanings to this word.

          Lapis has her lips purse as she considers the offer presented to her. It would be a nice distraction, a good way to escape the still and encompassing waters of her thoughts. She gives a gentle nod, takes an easier step forward as she closes the door behind her. “ I… think I’d like that. ” She begins easily, her gaze settling on the piece of plastic between Amethyst’s thick fingers. “ I do have some, questions though. ” Her voice is low, languid as she crosses her arms over her chest. “ The first being, what does that card thing have to do with Greg. ” She didn’t really want to see Greg as it were, winces as she recalls what she did to his leg… and van… and boat… and his Car Wash too.

          “ And… tacos? ” Confusion has the gentle roll of her voice quirk, has uncertainty rule her features. What exactly were tacos?

❝  ━━  ✧  ❛   Oh nothing much, just that we can do whatever we want! He’s paying! Won’t be there or nothing though.  ❜ Not that she was granted express permission, but Pearl got to have a good time spending copious amounts of his money. With how much dough he’s been rolling around in lately he won’t miss a few hundred. Probably.  ❛   And good thing too because we need to fix that you don’t know what a taco is. I take it that you haven’t eaten before, eh Laps?   ❜ While not exactly comfortable in the other gem’s presence yet, she makes up for with sheer force. Fake it till you make; she bumps amiably against Lapis before pointing them towards the nearby warppad. 

❛   You and me have a date with some bumper cars and tacos.   ❜ Getting to know one of the gems that Steven holds in such high self-esteem seems like a good idea. 

your muse kisses mine... 💛 …to cheer them up / @daintpink

❝ ━━ ✧   Millennia weigh heavy in the wake of half-truths and lies and more. Much left unsaid, by purpose and not and stars ━━ all of this is so, so incredibly messed up. Amethyst feels like she doesn’t quite know how to feel. There has always existed some sort of disconnect; one that the others insist isn’t there, but she feels all the same. As always, being born late defines her. She wasn’t there during the war, doesn’t quite have the same feeling of betrayal as Garnet. Can’t quite relate to the burdens Pearl has had to carry and the secrets she’s had to keep for so, so long. 

For all that they are the Crystal Gems, there is something singular about each of their grief.  Amethyst doesn't know how to word that she almost feels like she has no right to feel any sort of way about the entire ordeal. Speaking over her friends now would feel selfish and wrong. She’s trying to become better, thinks she is sometimes. 

And doesn’t that mean being there for your friends? That is why she stops herself from bee-lining straight for distractions like she wishes she could. Losing herself in shows and tvs has a mighty appeal, but allowing Pearl to wallow or beat herself up like she always does is unacceptable. She wants to help, even if she isn’t sure how.

❛   Hey P.   ❜ A brave face instead of the confusion she feels. A moment she falters and stands, unsure, before jumping onto the couch next to her. Out of the many regrets she has chief amongst them is that they have drifted over the years. Mending, but not as they had once been. None of them really are.

❝ ━━ ✧     Carnal dance: the push and pull of hips, the slow rolling of body against body, drives the quartz mad with desire. A growl bubbles somewhere in her throat but she suppresses it with grown. Hides her teeth behind plush lip and bites against own flesh in place of lover’s. Urges more animal than gem rush through her, but scaring Lapis away is the last thing she wishes to do. Patience is a learned skill. Still she remembers the first time Lapis had touched her, how quickly Amethyst had rut against her hand and tried to push forward for more. 

Steady, she reminds herself. 

Her hips slow with the removal of her hand. Lapis’ slender and cool palm is in direct contrast to the constant heat of her own. So fragile and yet so strong. Amethyst relishes all touch that she is given yet somehow this feels more intimate than even the press of them. If this is all Lapis wants - just to kiss and hold hands, she would be more than happy to do so. Lapis sets the pace and is in control here. A hard-learned lesson, that that is what she needs the most. 

For a moment Amethyst is afraid that she has overstepped these bounds. The rules that Lapis so carefully sets out, even if not in words. Her reactions speak volumes for all that she cannot. The stiffening of a spine or the tight draw of lips show displeasure, but she does not go far or seem perturbed. 

Before she can apologize or question there is the blessed heat of Lapis’ hand, tugging. Coherent thought if overwhelmed by the heat that welcomes so simple a gesture. Her lips, her touch, her writhing body; there is no part of it that Amethyst doesn’t want. She doesn’t move from where she has been allowed, but aches to do so. A whining keen is loosened from her abused lips.

Lapis’ dress is easy enough to grab in hand and push aside, even easier to slip her hand around breast and expose the pretty blue of her nipples. Her mouth waters at the sight and so she pulls back from the kiss to lick across sensitive skin. Eyes travel up to capture Lapis’ own as she sucks and kisses and bruises, moaning lowly again.

          Lapis spends a fair amount of time in this gym; having all but been integrated into this quiet beach town and it’s rather strange  citizens for the better part of two months now. It feels something like home — or, not quite; but she isn’t sure if she is meant to be still or to be steady, not when she thinks of the life she has led. Her twisting thoughts are quick to consume her attention, drag her bodily from the rather boring battle that occurs before her.

          It’s only when a booming voice declares the victor that she finds herself aware again; watches curiously as the challenger… hugs Rose. Lapis, for all the time she spends with the Universe family, cannot fathom who this is — unless.. Lapis lips purse; Rose had mentioned something about a new challenger, but Lapis hadn’t cared to listen; distracted as she was talking and playing with Steven. Unfortunately it seems her ignorance on the matter will not remain for long, not as that kid looks her dead in the eye and marches toward her.

          Lapis’ face adopts a look of disinterest, one that blossoms into annoyance as that stocky kid steps up and threatens  to challenge her; beat her up. Lapis tilts the point of her chin up, crosses her lean arms over her chest as she figuratively she looks down at this kid at her eye level. “ That right? ” She mocks, her voice some mix between raspy and growled. She doesn’t go to stand, doesn’t think the kid is worth it..“ I wonder how you plan on doing that with all of your Pokemon fainted, twerp. ”

❝  ━━  ✧   Her face screws up a bit: she can't help it. Amethyst doesn't like being talked down to or being underestimated. Just because she's small doesn't mean she doesn't got the stuff; one day she's going to be a great Pokemon trainer and have her own gym. Doesn't matter what anyone thinks, least of all some guy who looks like he'd fall over from a stiff breeze. 

❝  ━━  ✧   Food piled high: cheese whiz and bologna and runny eggs and two cans of beer and a susceptible bunch of grapes all slop off her plate in surprise. The plate, too, goes rolling off before landing in a clatter. A bit of liquid and sauce drips off her arms in golden, over-processed rivulets. Even if it were in her nature to clean the messes she makes, she wouldn’t take a step to do so now. Surprise and pleasure and a bit of fear glues her to the spot. ❛   Fuck, my sandwich  ❜

❛   I mean - Lappy   ❜ that wasn’t the right answer, but the beauteous grin that spreads across her face is. So, too, is the bubbling happiness that she can’t help but to express in a delighted laugh. ❛   Of course I love you too!  ❜ Heedless of the food that dirties her clothes she presses close to the slender gem. Kisses are rained upon cheek, upon nose, upon mouth and against the shell of her ear. 

❝ ━━ ✧  Deepest fear spoken aloud by this figure who, previously, belonged only to her nightmares, is almost surreal enough to defy the ice that runs through her veins. The sudden rigidness of her spine she would like to attribute to anything but terror, to anything but dread, but her voice cracks even with rebuttal. ❛   You got another thing coming if you think anything you say matters here! You’re on earth now, and we don’t play by Diamond rules!   ❜

Brave words, but the grip on her whip bites into her hand uncomfortably with how tightly she grasps it. With no backup and no forewarning, there’s little hope she has against Yellow herself.