![]() As someone who frequently seeks out the reliable comfort of strumming improvised chords on his guitar in times of stress, he can relate. While the back-and-forth between her and the Crystal Gems continues, her fingers twitch, desperately yearning for something to tinker with. Instead she stands stiff before the group, appearing just as haunted by the consequences of her actions as Steven is. Not now.”Ĭontrary to whatever assumptions on her he held before, Bismuth shows no inclination to argue in any vain hope of saving face. Pearl’s eyes narrow with a precise intensity. “Yeah, sure ya’ were,” Amethyst spits, and crosses her arms. ![]() “I was so worried he wouldn’t wake up ‘coz of me.” The half with the gem, the pink one, started screaming and tried to fight me away from him but I knew I had to get him off the forge’s surface so he didn’t burn.” The rainbow haired Gem hangs her head in shame. “He was unconscious for at least a minute. “But it didn’t feel like fusion at all,” Steven says, and shudders. “It was almost like he abruptly unfused,” Bismuth supplies, maintaining a healthy distance from the rest of the group. “And then,” Greg continues, gesturing between his son and the pink gem Pearl holds, “before she could actually kill him he split in two?” God, and he’s only fourteen! He shouldn’t have to deal with any of Rose’s war fallout. All that said, if this is troubling for him, he can’t begin to imagine how traumatic and confusing this upheaval is for Steven. One of the many things fathers grow attuned to over the years is the habits and facial tics of their children. He probably assumes he’s getting away with it, too. His boy’s grown worryingly savvy as of late, plastering on a brave face whenever he thinks the others can’t handle the full burden of a child’s stress. Greg watches him clutch at the bottom hem of his shirt, and his heart nearly shatters right there on its own. ![]() “Yup, that’s pretty much it,” Steven says with a faint laugh, no amount of falsified cheer able to conceal the conflict brewing within him. But then Rose actually was Pink Diamond… all along? And somehow fake shattered herself?” “But she only tried to kill him because she thought he was Rose… who bubbled her thousands of years ago because she wanted her to shatter Pink Diamond. He frowns and tugs at his hair (a bad habit of his, over the decades), finding his thoughts growing more and more fragmented over this by the second. Pearl, meanwhile, kneels on the ground holding a surprisingly deep-cut gemstone in her lap, the very gemstone that by all rights should be embedded in his son’s navel but currently isn’t. Garnet sits on his other side, with Amethyst next to Steven. He hugs his son closer, the boy currently nestled against his midsection and sitting on the fountain’s rim. The full brunt of her anger is thankfully restrained… he imagines for Steven’s sake. And as far as he can tell from the clipped words and stiff movements, she’s pissed. “-that she tried to kill my son by smashing his gem?”Īs usual her eyes are entirely hidden behind her opaque visor, something that always made getting to know the Gem particularly daunting in those early days, but by now he’s close enough to infer her full disposition from her body language and tone alone. He turns on the one they identified as Bismuth, pointing at her with such ferocity that his finger might as well be a- what did they call it again? Oh, yes!- a ‘breaking point’ itself. “Just lemme- let me take a moment to see if I can properly wrap my head around everything. “So… hold on,” Greg says slowly, raising his hand to cut off the others’ incessant yammering. Excitingly, this is the longest chapter yet. While I’m cross posting all of these to tumblr, I’d love to have your support over on AO3 too! Plus, it’s easier to subscribe there. The bubble pops.Ĭhapter summary: In which Greg receives some answers, Bismuth faces her consequences, and Steven really needs to go to bed. Summary: In another world, he doesn’t have his mother’s sword or shield to hide behind when Bismuth lands her strike.
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