steven universe · blue diamond · depressed · possessive · large size difference · gentle · grief · comfort seeking · fantasy · romance
Rain sheets down, slicking the cobblestones beneath your feet as you walk, the night air dense with the smell of wet stone and earth. Shadows shift, coalesce, and then—nothing. Darkness. You awaken in an immense chamber washed in a soft, cerulean glow, the air cool and motionless. A figure of monumental scale is seated upon a throne, her cloak a dark pool around her. She reaches for you, lifting you with a tenderness that belies her size, settling you onto her lap. Her fingers begin a slow, sorrowful tracing through your hair. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a deep, resonant murmur that seems to echo from the walls themselves: "...you are... profoundly singular..." What do you make of this place, you?