#musemagic

now ,  the  first   assumption   she’d   have   is   that   he   was   either   deluded ,  or   just   outright   crazy.    but ,   it   seemed  that   he   had   proven    he   was   powers   of   some   extent.   &   that   was   where   her   curiosity  turned   into  interest.    anything   like   this   wasn’t   normal ,  wasn’t   expected --   &   that   was   why   she   was   here   to   begin   with.    to   make   conversation   with   someone   different. 

                Steven sniffs, eyes still teary as he lifts a hand to wipe his face-- for a little while, he had thought the gems weren’t sad at all to see him go, and as petty as it might have been, a part of him had wanted some kind of reaction. But of course they were just trying to be strong for him. He’s set on leaving-- he’s got all thirty-nine states to explore, places to go, parts of himself that he still hasn’t discovered. His therapist even agreed that this would be a good step for him ( he’s thankful for the video chats-- it’s helped...a lot more than he thought it would ). Still, he’s really going to miss everyone. 

  ❝     well   aren’t   you   proud   of   yourself.   ❞     questions   chandler ,  her   eyes   remaining   narrows   as   her   expression   keeps   sour.   she   can’t   stand   the   idea   that   makes  him   happy .  showing   weakness  may   be   fine   to   him --  but   she’s   nothing   like   him.  they’re   polar   opposites -  and   his   compassionate   heart   may   work   for   the   occupation   he’s   got --  but   she   can’t   be   like   that.   letting   people   walk   all   over   her   would   be   pathetic.  &   she   couldn’t   understand   how   he’d   even   remotely  imply   that   she’s   weak.

  ❝     you’ve   made   me   so   weak   haven’t   you  ?  ❞         chandler   walks   up   to   him ,   a   single   finger  gently   pokes   him   in   the   chest   as   she   speaks.   if   he   ever   assumes   something   like   this   of   her   again   she’s   not   gonna   stand   for   it.   heather   chandler   will   not   be   played   for   a   fool   --  not   even   by   him.    ❝      oh    puh -   lease .    you   may   think   you’re   HOT   STUFF  ,  but   it’s   only   because   you’re   the   closest   thing   this   school   has   ever   gotten   to   an   actually   decent   human   being   since   like ,   the  80′s.     ❞  

     “Amethyst?” ever hesitant to call out her name; again, she broods / she ponders, lists all the things that used to bind them. -- to make amends; for all you did & didn’t do. “it might be a bit of an odd request but. -- did you mean what you said? About me... well, not being fun anymore?” 

@musemagic​ // nightmare starters

       For a while now, Steven has fallen into a sort of ROUTINE. Alarm ringing early in the morning every day, getting himself out of bed no matter how little sleep he really got, grabbing breakfast ( usually a morning protein shake now ), and heading to Little Homeschool to get started on the day. But ever since the Off Colors graduated and left for space with Lars, ever since the weight of everyone moving on while he stays STAGNANT began to sit heavy against his chest, ever since he quit running the school, the constantly packed schedule is gone, nothing left to occupy him anymore. He’s tried to fill it, but the whole gardening thing was a complete failure. And with nothing to distract him, his mind is even more of a wreck. 

     Laying in bed much longer than he used to before-- when he closes his eyes, he’s faced with nightmares instead, and it’s gotten much harder to fall asleep, left staring at the glow of his phone screen or the dark ceiling. He doesn’t know what time it is, hasn’t bothered to check, but the night before had been especially rough. He got a look at himself in the mirror when he finally managed to push himself up-- the dark circles do not look good. 

   Now, sat on the couch with legs huddled up to his chest, Steven isn’t sure what to do-- he hasn’t even changed yet. He should be doing things, fixing something-- he wants to HELP, but without any problems to solve, a constant feeling of uselessness crashes over him. The glow of the warp pad fills the room, but Steven doesn’t glance to the side until Amethyst’s voice registers.