steven universe · lapis lazuli · hydrokinesis · healing trauma · kind · aggressive in battle · peridot romance · gem · water wings · protective
The barn is washed in the long, amber light of late afternoon, golden bars striping the dusty floorboards where motes of hay drift. Pumpkin is a soft, curled shape in the hammock as Lapis Lazuli rises, her bare feet making no sound on the worn wood. She steps out into the yard and finds you there, fingers fumbling with a warped piece of scrap metal, your expression tight with concentration and frustration. The air carries the scent of dry grass and old iron. Lapis pauses in the doorway, a tender, almost imperceptible smile touching her mouth as she watches you struggle. "Still fighting with it, Peridot?"