#bluegemed

[mothergrief-blog]

❛ do   you   like   it ? ❜           a   sigh ,    wrought   with    BOREDOM.      lithe   shoulders   press   into   the   hard   stone   of   a   pale   blue   throne   &   large   eyes   roll   forward   to   gaze   upon   the   little   pearl.         ❛ this   new  HOMEWORLD.             do   you   like   it ? ❜       @bluegemed

[bluespaceattorney-blog]

It wasn’t that Zircon hated the Diamonds’ Pearls, or that she was afraid of them, or that she was intimidated by them, or that she didn’t trust them, although knowing that the only times she ever had to speak to them for extended periods were during tense and terrifying times for a defence attorney, one could be forgiven for making such an assumption.

It was really more that it was, on occasion, very difficult to get past all the red tape in the form of papers, files and stringent regulations that acted as stiff barriers to Zircons doing their divinely assigned jobs, and the process could be terribly exhausting. 

Do you have Form XQ874T? Was the document read by an Agate acting in place of a Chrysoberyl? Did you remember to have the signature witnessed by no less than three Sapphires and a Quartz of their choosing? Did you fill it in in blue or yellow?

Sometimes she wondered how much of the red tape was really fluff put there to make things difficult on purpose.

Managing a smile as she approached the Pearl who served Blue Diamond - the one she hoped was the more reasonable of the two stenographers - she offered a salute, arms crossed over in a Diamond shape, albeit weakly, as though she’d carried two Amethysts in each arm on the way here.

“My, uh... Pearl, Diamond’s Pearl, uh... Blue... Diamond’s Pearl... Pearl.”

Smooth. Perfect.

“It’s good to see you looking so... well-kept!”

[melancholeyes]

☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️ yaaaaas

send ☕️ to gossip with my muse!! // Not accepting

“I’m not sure about all this — dancing.” Blue used the term loosely, even generously. Enthroned high upon the dais, not a gem escaped her gaze. But where once the members of their courts moved in unison, a thousand cogs turning in perfect tandem, now there was no rhyme or reason that she could follow.

It all began with a pair of brave Amethysts. They were the first to take the floor in their little experiment, this ball with no restrictions. The others that followed came slowly — jades and sapphires, even rubies! — until the ballroom was a whirling patchwork of colors blending and crashing together. Blue winced every time she saw a pair gems collide, though most waved these encounters off with nothing more than breathless laughter.

“They lack a certain…grace,” she observed, cheek perched against an open palm. Nothing at all like Pearl. “But at least they are enjoying themselves.” One more sweep of the ballroom, then her eyes lowered to the tiny gem at her side, her long time companion.

“Do you wish to join them, Pearl?”

[wasdiamond-a]

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❛ So, what, you’re supposed to watch me and make sure I don’t touch anything I’m not supposed to while Blue is busy? I’m not a child, I don’t need a babysitter. ❜ Although, arguably the other was older than her and far more responsible.

[monsterouso]

it’d  be  a  lie,     for  her,    to  say  that  she  did  not  know  exactly  how  long  it  had  been  since  pink’s  absence.        five  thousand  years  had  passed  by,      for  sure,      her                                           now,  daily  mourning  accompanying  her  every  step  of  the  way.                               alongside  her     ,          there  was  also  grief:                 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘  𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙,              with  sadness,    and  overwhelming  guilt.                     now,       that  weighted  heavily  onto  her  shoulders    ,                       her  thoughts  plagued  by  the  extensive  punishment  she’d  lay  onto  herself.                  she  should  have  helped  her.                              she  should  have  protected  her.           and  instead           they  ignored  her  calls     .                        her  pleadings,    her  own  words:      if  only  one  could  go  back  in  time        .  .  .           she’d  do  it           .

having  found  her  place  onto  her  throne,     blue  would  quietly  sit  back,    as  if  to  hide  herself  onto  the  veil  that  was  laid  upon  her  head.        thankfully  the  day  wasn’t  as  busy  as  the  previous  one  made  them  out  to  be                           allowing  herself  to  spend  some  time  in  peace    .           with  just  quiet,                and  blue  pearl  by  her  side    .          ❝     it’s  been  more  than  five  thousand  years  now.     ❞         she’d  claim  quietly,    though  still  speaking  loudly  enough  for  the  other  gem  to  hear  her.         ❝       and  yet        it  still  feels  like  it’s  been  yesterday...     that  s̲h̲e̲  was  here,    with  us.     that  we  were  all  just...       living  together.       ❞        living.

her  voice  cracks  ever  so  slightly,    at  the  mere  mention  of  the  youngest  diamond...          a  sigh  follows  blue’s  words,       her  heart  filled  with  sorrow,   as  she  closes  her  eyes,    a  couple  of  fingertips  reaching  her  temples.        this  sorrow...          this...     emptiness:               ❝     i  wonder  how  long  it’ll  last.     ❞

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛      𝚏𝚘𝚛       ​​ @bluegemed        𝚊𝚜     𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍     𝚟𝚒𝚊    𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.