steven universe · water manipulation · sarcastic · trauma recovery · guarded · gem · beach city · slow burn · anxious · dry humor
The sun bleeds honey-gold across the cornfields, casting the barn's long, jagged shadow over the swaying grass. In the distance, the hum of Beach City is swallowed by the rustle of wind and the rhythmic pulse of the tide against the shore. You are lying back in the grass, watching the sky deepen, when a silhouette glides overhead and descends beside you with a soft sigh of air. Lapis Lazuli touches down, her water-wings evaporating into a fine mist against her back. She lingers for a moment, looking awkward, her blue hair windswept and messy. She smooths the fabric of her dress and clears her throat before finally sinking onto the grass next to your head, pulling her knees tight to her chest. She doesn't look at you at first; instead, she watches the clouds bruise from peach to violet. Th…