#diamonrose

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𝘰𝘩,         𝘩𝘰𝘸  𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦  𝘤𝘢𝘯  𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦  𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 !              how  selfish  can  it  make  them.           but  how  kind,           too,          how  soft :                she  bends  under  no  pressure,            be  it  a  sword  or  an  army  of  quartz  soldiers,        their  demands  capable  of  shattering  her  gem  just  like  the  breeze  ruffles  the  leaves,            but  she’s  never  given  under  it                               the  fight  is  long  over,            their  time  on  earth  now  spent  bubbling  their  old  friends  and  learning  new  things  about  humans        (   well,            that’s  reserved  for  rose,          but  whatever  she  does  matters  for  all  of  them  equally   ).        her  poise,              made  of  durable  nacre  and  something  akin  steel,          only  becomes  malleable  when  exposed  to  the  right  conditions;            like  the  weapons  that  bismuth  used  to  build,             their  only  weakness  the  hot  lava  from  the  forgery,              pearl’s  only  weakness  comes  in  the  form  of  pink  hair  and  gentle  hands.             𝙝𝙤𝙬  𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠  𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚  𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨  𝙮𝙤𝙪 !            (    how  you  don’t  seem  to  mind   ).              “         huh?   ”            starry      eyed,             bright  enough  to  make  the  stars  on  the  sky  seem  dull  and  boring                            she  doesn’t  care  about  human  festivities,          nor  about  love  by  human  standards.                   but  it’s  the  taste  of  her  mouth  what  makes  her  enthusiast;              what  makes  her  smile,               her  face  much  like  a  cloudless  sky  with  how  the  color  has  spread  from  her  cheeks  to  the  tips  of  her  ears,            and  down  her  neck.         

Eventually,  Pearl  can  no  longer  take  the  mournful  silence.   She  takes  a  risk.   “ Do  you  remember  when  we  first  met? ”     Realizing  her  mistake,  she  clarifies,     “ . . . Here?   In  this  field? ”

"Blue-e!" It isn't really like her to be as.. loud as she was right there and then... but, unsure of whether Blue could really hear her or not, given their different heights— one could never be too sure! And so there follows another call on her part: "Bluee! Here!" Immediately so, a pair of hands extend into the air, the both of them holding on to one of her pebbles. It's rather big— for her usual standards, and quite round too. It was just perfect for Blue. She'd knew it— ! "This is for you!" 

Of course she heard the young Diamond how could she not?, though hearing in this case hardly equaled an instant acknowledgment. Blue continued to tap away at her screen, intent on finishing one more message. Distantly, she heard Pink call again, saw her present something from the corner of her eye. Not another CREATURE, she hoped. Casting a weary downwards glance, she completed the correspondence with a new sense of urgency, at last granting what little attention she had to spare. 

“Thank you, Pink, that’s very...” A pause, then, when the gift exchanged hands. Pale eyes narrowed, taking it in from every angle. It might have come from the caverns below Homeworld, were it not for its unnaturally smooth surface, a nearly p e r f e c t sphere. For a moment, she feared she was MISSING something ------- or she was moments away to falling victom to another prank. Yet the seconds dragged on, and it remained inconspicuous as ever in the center of her palm, warmed slightly by their touch. 

“      was   it  ...   was  it   really   worth   it ??                            the   rebellion  ,      everything  .        we   lost   so   much  .        don’t   you   regret   it  ...   sometimes ??      ”

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