I’m not really an Aquapaz person but the stuff I see for it is really cute? I read a fanfic where Aqua fell asleep on Topaz’s head and if that isn’t adorable I don’t know what is
Topaz and Aquamarine, travelling to Earth. Stevenbomb 6 spoilers.
The little aquamarine has a strident voice that pipes clear and high all around the ship. She chatters, almost incessantly, leaning insouciantly back in her command chair with screens at her fingertips. It suits Topaz’s silence. Aquamarine does not expect her to talk, if anything, she seems to far prefer the sound of her own voice.
“Honestly, Topaz,” Aquamarine titters, alternating between reading out the key details of Peridot 5XG’s report and making acerbic comments, “I do question why I’m needed here at all, you could do it all by yourself!”
Topaz has already been briefed on the mission, but, as Aquamarine chimes, there’s no problem with little reminders, just to make sure they’ve got all the pertinent details, “though my memory is quite perfect, Topaz!”
Topaz stands solidly on the insignia of the Diamond Authority, feet widely planted, hands held in loose parade rest, and her head tilted up towards Aquamarine on her command chair, watching without comment. She is fused – unfusing feels like losing one of her eyes, half of her brain and body. Aquamarine makes no comment, Topaz is designed for this, after all.
Waiting for their inevitable arrival on Earth, enthroned in the solid comfort of her strongest self, is no problem for Topaz.
Aquamarine, however, is almost bored, already anticipating their successful return. She barely sits still, the vibrating blur of her wings the near-silent precursor to her voice as she zips around the ship, as fast and brief as a hopping sparrow. Topaz, silent and solid, plays the part of a convincing and unmoving tree, only her eyes following Aquamarine.
Eventually, Aquamarine comes to rest, perching on Topaz’s head as she rattles on about the Diamonds, the favour she’s certain to gain on their return, the easiness of the mission, Topaz, really, but with all the failures surrounding Earth, it’s no question why the gracious Diamonds sent the best! Aquamarine utters a fluttering sigh, her little feet idly kicking the back of Topaz’s head.
“It won’t take long, Topaz,” Aquamarine assures her, and Topaz feels her shifting about, huffing little sighs until she’s comfortable, on her back with one hand languidly dangling in front of Topaz’s visor. Topaz stares at the tiny blue hand, the details of the clean, square nails, the wrinkles of the pads of Aquamarine’s fingers, all done in miniature like a doll. Aquamarine has the soft, finely-boned hands of an uppercut, made to wield nothing but screens and her wand.
Finally, possibly for the first time since they entered the ship, Aquamarine goes quiet, and then makes a soft, snuffly sort of sound. A pause, and then another, like a hiccupping kitten. After a while, Topaz realises that Aquamarine has fallen asleep on her head. And is snoring.
Topaz is not sure how to take that, so she waits in steady silence. She takes care to keep her head still and her spine straight. It would not do to disturb Aquamarine before they reached their destination.
