#pxtixnce

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

Gentle hands found themselves gently holding sunken blue cheeks. Disease didn’t end at Earthlife. No, it was a foul word that plagued the cosmos. A cruel reminder from nature that no matter how strong she was, that nature was always stronger. Always crueler. Always the winner.

“It’s okay,” she tells her, her voice soft; weighed with the implications of her words. She knew the blue gem strived to be strong. To be there for her, to be in control of herself. But this was different. Death from the inside out couldn’t be controlled with mere level headedness.

Maroon eyes clouded with tears that never to end. An endless stream of guilt and fear that plagued her. The had first realized the blue gem was ill months ago, mid movie night, when Garnet seemed to just crumple. Passed off as a mere accident. It was okay, Sapphire insisted. A lapse of concentration.

A lapse of concentration that linger into days, which lingered into weeks. It was a rare disease that preferred fused gems. Attempting to alter their physical chemistry to make the fusion permanent. Being fused too long was dangerous, you begin to lose yourself; to mutate.

“You can let go,” the red gem explains; the words just barely making it pass the hiccups that butchered her speech. Seven months, two weeks, and six days is a long time to suffer. They didn’t have a cure here. They were mere rejects from a society that had long but forgotten them. And as much as it hurt her to say, Sapphire wasn’t going to make it through this. It was time for her to stop being selfish, to let her partner pass without fear of letting her down.

Strong hands brushed withered locks away from the blue gem’s eye. Her body shifting to press a long, slow kiss to her eyelid. “I love you.” And as she pulls back, she sees one final smile form on her partner’s lips. Weak and withered, but happy. And just like that, she’s gone. Physical form disappearing, and blue gem tumbling to fill the space where she once was; rolling into the dent of the couch, before dimming.

❛ Oh -- hey. ❜

      He hedges carefully, arms drawing close to his sides and        voice dim and cautious. A ginger smile crosses his lips,        hopeful but still somewhat wary. 

If Garnet was ever certain of one thing, it was that she was never alone. And that one thing was usually enough. Some nights, though, her arms ached to hold another gem and her own waist just didn’t cut it. Sometimes, though she was made of love, loneliness tainted her edges. Nights like that, like this, she unfused, and two little gems found themselves nestled together in a bed that was now much too big.

16.Playing a game of chicken with cars

“I’ve got this.” Jasper wasn’t sure why she was doing this, exactly, but it was less painstakingly boring than doing nothing. She waited before bolting out into the road, planning on only just missing being hit by the truck.

Instead, the truck hit her, the horn of it sounding loudly, while Jasper just had to wait until it managed to brake.