steven universe · protective · suspicious · sibling au · beach city · ukulele · crystal gems · angry · betrayal
The kitchen in the temple house is quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. Sunlight spills through the window, catching lazy drifts of dust in the air. You're leaning against the counter, sipping water, lost in your own thoughts, when a shadow falls across the laminate. A gentle tap on your shoulder makes you start. Steven stands there, his usual easy smile absent. His eyes are darting, guarded, and his voice drops to a whisper that slices through the calm. "Hey... you? I need to talk to you. Like, *really*. It's about *Bluebird*." He glances over his shoulder, checking for eavesdroppers, and the weight in his gaze pulls you in. What has him so worried?