Freckled Cutie

Curls had come to the planet after a few weeks, not to join, but to see what the stars her friend was up to. Maybe she could talk some sense in her before she became more Pearl than Lapis. The greeting, while warm, was not promising.

“Um….one rock?” That sounded pretty lame, though still not as lame as the ‘meep morp’ that scary powerful Lapis showed them before. At least her friend wasn’t still dancing.

“Sure, why not?”

The look on Curls’ face was...not so reassuring to her, but she’s sure to turn around after seeing the meep morp! She knows it! “Come on!” She takes her by the hand, leading her to the ‘art’ class section, as Steven calls it. Meep morp is a better name for it. “I know it’s not...as big as all the stuff we’ve been doing for thousands of years, I know. But it is fun! Trust me. Steven was right!”

She had her own area, her ‘studio’ they call it, where she had done quite a few works already. Most of them...pretty abstract and crude, since she was doing this for the first time. But she slowly started to get the hang of it!

One work in particular was from a large slab of blue slate (not kindergarden of course. No Gems were harmed in the making of these meep morps). It was carfully chipped and molded in the motif of the two of them! Not...exactly detailed work, but still the best she’s done so far.

“Lapis?! Oh my gosh, you actually decided to come too?! Amazing! This planet will be twice as much fun now that we’re together again, right?!” Freckles was acting like it has been eons since they last saw each other, but really...it’s only been a few weeks, right?

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𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜  —— arms  crossed  on  chest. crossing  legs.  fist-like  gestures. pointing  index  finger.  karate  chops. stiffening  of  shoulders.  tense  posture. curling  of  lip.     baring  of  teeth.

𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎  ——  hand  to  face  gestures.  head  tilted. stroking chin.     peering  over   glasses.      taking glasses  off, cleaning.    putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in mouth.       pipe smoker  gestures.     putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose.  pursed  lips. knitted  brows. chewing on things. sighing. staring into space.

𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗  —— arms  crossed.  sideways  glance.   touching  or  rubbing  nose.    rubbing  eyes. hands  resting  on  weapon. brows  rising.   lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line.  strict unwavering  eye  contact.  wrinkling  of  nose.

𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 & 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  ——  open  hands.   upper  body  in  sprinters  position.   sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair.  hand-to-face gestures.   unbuttoned  coat.   tilted  head.    slacked  shoulders.   droopy  posture.      feet pointed  outward.     palms  flat  and  facing  outward. slowed breathing. allowing people to sit close.

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎  ——  hands  behind  back.   hands  on  lapels  of  coat.    steepled  hands. baring  teeth  in  a  grin.   rolling  shoulders.   tipping  head  back  but maintaining  eye  contact.    chest  puffed  up.   shoulders  back.  arms  folded  just  above  navel. walking with purpose. eye contact. large hand gestures. running at a problem.

𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢, fear & 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 ——   chewing  pen  or  pencil.      rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb.    biting  fingernails.     hands  in  pockets.     elbow  bent.     closed  gestures.  clearing  throat. “ whew ”  sound.     picking  or  pinching  flesh.   fidgeting  in chair.   hand  covering  mouth.    poor  eye  contact.    tugging  at pants  whilst  seated.      jingling  money  in pockets.     tugging at  ear.   perspiring  hands. playing  with  hair.     swaying.   playing  with  pointer or marker.      smacking  lips. sighing.  rocking  on  balls  of  feet.   flexing  fingers . freezing . chewing lip. tearing up. shaky breathing. going pale. going quiet. crying. shaky hands. repeating things. self isolation. nervous laughter. acting over it. looking to others for help. drinking to cope. hurting self to cope. lashing out. bolting.

𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 ——  short  breaths.  “ tsk ”  sounds.   tightly  clenched  hands. fist-like  gestures.    pointing  index  finger.    running  hand  through  hair.   rubbing  back  of  neck.   snarling.       revealing  teeth.   grimacing.  sharp-eyed  glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows.    shoulders back  ,  head  up   -   defensive  posturing.    clenching  of  jaw. grinding  of  teeth.   nostrils  flaring  /  heavy  exhales. squaring up to a threat. coiled with tension. sensitive to space being intruded upon.

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“I am useless, I was made to fight Rose Quartz for Pink Diamond, a war that wasn’t real, I am a solider with out a battle, the perfect warrior from an imperfect kindergarden.” She throws up her arms. “Now there is no wars, what am I meant to do? Play nice with Earthlings?”

“A day of merryness… bah, I don’t do merry.”

“...”

Well, that was some bit to throw out. Jasper took her role seriously. And being honest, it was very messed up that she learn that the rebel Rose was Pink Diamond all along. And how things are now, with Steven and such, lots of gems have lost the purpose they once had. Freckles is fortunate enough to think she could find other stuff to do...but with someone like Jasper...and in a way Curly...it’s not that simple.

“Huh...I guess in a way that makes sense. But I still done see a Quartz like you as useless.” She seemed so happy and eagered when she though she was here to fight....maybe...

Glancing back down, she looks at the snow, and remembers something those earthlings like to do with the stuff, bundle it all into a ball and throw it at each other, like war. Maybe...

Her smile fades as she relaxes her pose. “Curious? So you are like those other Little Homeworlders, coming out here to see the useless Jasper.” She gives a snort and batters the buzzsaw with the back of her fist.

“Was it worth it? Coming to see the outsider?” She growls, turning her back to sort her bolder pile. “Or you want to try and invite me down to the city like the Steven does?”

Seeing she wasn’t gonna flatten her, Freckles also relaxes, only to flinch when she broke down her meep morp. It wasn’t her best, sure, but she was still proud of it!

“What? Hey! I never said anything about ‘useless’! Who is even saying that?” Clearly not Steven. Right. But then, why is she out here all alone? There must be a reason?

She smirked at the blade and cracked her knuckles. “So, you want to spar?” She asked, eyeing the buzzsaw and rolling her neck. “Be warned, I don’t hold back.” 

She looked the smaller gem up and down, she didn’t look like much… but then so did Lapis and she sent her flying with a single blow last time they met, so who knew how this would turn out.

Spar? Wait what?

“Whoa whoa whoa, no! I didn’t come here to spar!” Perhaps a threatening buzz saw might not have been the perfect meep morp to go with. She needs to get better at those. “I was just a little curious about who was up here is all!”