Note: Something from a oneshot I decided to scrap just last night oof I really liked how this little snippet turned out and couldn’t help but share it (will make an illustration in the future, probably? 👀) The story focuses on my Stevinel fanchild in the main verse I have for her (not the “Teen Dad Steven” AU) and it’s mainly about Steven coming to terms with Spinel’s passing and the guilt he has (he had a plan to ensure that she wouldn’t have to give up her form, but it ended up backfiring) Decided to scrap it bc I didn’t know how I was going to get to the end and find the resolution :,D
“Take her to the moon for me, okay?” She softly whispered into his ear with a tremble in her voice.
He nodded, weakly, and settled his head against hers; the grip he had on her hand tightened as well.
“I’m—“, he began, but a flash of blinding light cut him off and forced him to close his eyes.
When he opened them, she was gone and in her place was an infant, squirming in his arms. His eyes fell on what laid in the middle of the child’s chest: a large heart-shaped gemstone with a bright, pink glow that began to dim away after a couple of seconds.
She was gone….She was really gone…
He held his head down and watched as his tears fell on the body of light pink water in front of him. So entangled in his grief, he failed to notice the single pale rose floating towards him until its petals brushed against his fingers. In response, he found himself grabbing the flower, squashing it in his hand, before throwing it away.
A few seconds later, another rose was floating beside him and then followed by another and then another and then another.
He stood up and began to back away, all while frantically looking around. No matter in which direction he glanced, there was always a rose in the water, seemingly floating his way.
He kept backing up until he was hit by a low rainfall. He moved away and turned around to be greeted by the statue of his mother looming over him in all of her magnificent beauty.
There was a time when he first looked at this statue with a sense of curiosity, respect, and a determination to live up to her legacy. Unfortunately, that was gone now. At this moment, he felt nothing but ridicule, anger, and an impulse to punch the piece of rock in front of him.
If only it hadn’t been for the child in his arms, he would’ve followed his impulse and smashed that statue into dust. Instead, he let out a loud shout and fell on his knees. He began to cry uncontrollably. His daughter joined him in his lamentation with her frightened high-pitched wails.