“Uff” Jamaar grunted as he was sent into the wall of the mountain by the massive gem monster he and Garnet were fighting. They were not fairing too well, he was on his last leg, his energy was stretched thin as is, his weapon was broken and he was about to fall unconscious. Garnet was fairing slightly better however, and he knew that she could put the monster down, even without him.
As his consciousness began to ebb he saw the blurred image of the monster tower over him, preparing to deliver the final blow. He weakly smiled, as he let go of the remains of his weapon, the energy around him finally ebbing away. He was too weak to try and fight back, but if he could distract the monster as she finished it off, he would be happy. Those were the last thoughts that he had, before passing out.
He woke up a few hours later, though it felt to him like a moment after he passed out. For a moment he thought he was in hell, but was clued in to the fact that he was still alive after a moment of looking around the sandy beach, the moon light shining off of the ocean. After a moment of walking on the beach, still very much sore from the fight, he began to wonder where Garnet was, before realising something that around him. Gem shards. At first he wondered why she shattered the monster’s gem and did not gather them. As his eyes adjusted to the dark and he began notice the details of the shards his heart sank. The shards that littered the ground were not just the black of the gem monster that they were fighting, but he saw blue and red gem shards as well.
“No.” He whispered to himself as he bent down, picking up the red and blue shards as the realisation of what happened began to sink in. “Please no. No no no.” He had one question, why? Why wasn’t he the one dead. Did she sacrifice herself for him? Why? She had such an eternal life ahead of her, but she gave it up for him? Why?
As these questions we ringing in his head his face was wet from the tears that were flowing freely. For a moment there he actually believed that there was something, someone, in the world that could make him truly happy. Someone that he could be with, someone that would be there for him, someone who loved him.
Then he began to blame himself. If only he was faster, stronger or just better, she would still be here, she would be here smiling, her gemstones would be glowing, he would be able to talk to her, instead of looking down at what remained of her.
He did not realised that he began to walk around, picking up what remained of her. He did not take note of the time that had passed as he did this, but it took him an hour to pick up every last piece. He was able to sense the very faint energy that was still present in the shards. He had hopes of maybe fixing the problem, being her back, but as he looked down at the innumerous shards in his hand those hopes faded. She was too far gone. There were to many shards.
His energy began to surround the shards, completely encompassing them and forming something that resembled a bubble that she would often make to trap the gems they had beaten, except light blue. He had a faint hope that maybe one day she would be healed, maybe one day she would come back, maybe his energy could heal her. But this was just a fleeting hope, he knew somewhere in his heart that she was gone, but that was a fact that he did not want to face.
As he was deep in though, he was snapped out of it by a sound, he turned around to note that the shards of the monster that had done this to her had started to reform. Quickly his sorrow turned to anger, there was no way he would let that happen. In his free hand he formed an energy charge, and then another, and then another, then a few more. He made a number of charges, tossing them at the shards. He then flew up, away from the area, before causing the charges to explode. The resulting explosion completely vaporized the shards of the monster. There was no way he would even try to save the monster that had done this to her.
After a moment of hanging in the sky,looking down at the creator that the explosion had left he thought about what would happen next. He would pass on the remnants of her to her team, He would ask them to keep her remains in his pseudo-bubble, so his energy could be close to her, so that he could be close to her. That’s what he would do, but not yet, not yet. He wanted a few more moments with her.
I’ve been thorough three of these storms, it’s nothing.
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“I couldn’t have picked a better time to bring you to Jamaica, don’t you think Garnet?” His voice thick with sarcasm as he made his way to a home nearby. Of all the things to happen, a storm formed out of nowhere and had quickly gathered steam, and was now a category 5 hurricane, moving slowly across the Caribbean sea, with Jamaica right in it’s path.
“I would fly us out of here, but I don’t fly with hurricanes nearby, the winds would just toss me into the sea. We’re going to have to just bunker down and wait it out.” He said, speaking rather calmly for such a powerful natural disaster so close. The winds of the hurricane could already be felt, even though the hurricane was still an hour away from landfall.
She snickers, grinning widely. “You have a great idea…” She plants kisses all over his face, pulling him even closer.
“Well, first time for everything.” He said in a half joking tone, as he was being kissed. He began to return the kisses, only to be interrupted by his phone ringing.
Send "Bad End" for an AU where good doesn't triumph
One of the Verse I have, but have never used. Verse Yes Sir. Jamaar is ten years older than the main verse. He never managed to break out of the organisation and they eventually broke him down. He is nothing more than a slave to the whims of the Organization, robbed of anything that made him, him. He never disobeys the organization, and will eventually be put to death before he becomes ascended, which he will accept without question
回 What historical AU do you want to do most with your muse?
oohhhhh… historical au… omg… i’ve never thought about it much… something to do with suffrage honestly… im such a slut for women’s history. i think exploring going into women’s suffrage in india would be so interesting.
She suddenly stops running as she spot a Gem monster nearby. Duty calls. Wiping her tears, still feeling heartbroken greatly, she flashes on her gauntlets and leaps onto the monster. She gives it harsh whacks, though it didn’t matter to her about the small slashes given to her. She was tossed off of it, tumbling across the street. With a small, shaky sigh of emotion and a tear-stained face, she glares angrily at the creature. She couldn’t handle all the emotions being thrown to her and all she did was a battle cry in anguish, slamming her gauntlets to the Gem monster, fresh hot tears streaming down her face.
Suddenly the woman that kissed Jamaar ran up the the monster, surrounded in a deep blood red aura, similar to Jamaar’s light blue aura. She then punched the monster, delivering a much more weighty punch than her stringy arms should be able to. The monster was sent back, with the woman attacking.
Jamaar walked up to Garnet nonchalantly. “Hey Garent, can you do me a favor and leave this monster to J........what’s wrong?” He just noticed than she was crying, and had ran up to her. “Are you okay?”
Pearl was silently weeping, bound by the arms and ankles. She heard a soft voice which was low and harsh. She opened her teary eyes to see a blurry Garnet, who was also bound.Pearl felt like crying some more, but she new she had to staystrong, especially for the red gem.
