#revoltwithlcve

[kniveskniveshady]

The monk's hood and the rose

Tagging @revoltwithlcve Missions to Earth were more common now, though to Cecil it was all the same. He was a creature of the darkness, no matter how light things had gotten back 'home.' The world of giants he had found himself in was terrifying, but it was also extremely freeing. No need to worry about hitting his head on ceilings.

But on Earth, was something more interesting than just someone to scare. The Divine Rebel of a diamond dressed up as a rose quartz. To the ever curious mage, this was a golden oppurtunity not to be missed.His aura was a mess of static and blue strands, a clear affilation with his adopted court. If not the painted blue diamond on his chest telling it plainly. Cecil couldn't control the aura, but his steps were silent.

Seeking out the Rebel Queen was not too hard, she was a public figure among gems after all. Besides, Cecil could always tune his limited aura sense to the diamond frequency.Finding Rose on the cliffside near the town was still quite a surprise. But Cecil paid it no visible mind, stopping far enough from the more dangerous creature to show deference.

"Honoured Rose Quartz of Pink Court, I assume?" Cecil called out, bowing deeply and holding the position. He was only a foot shorter than Rose, but unlike her, he was a wiry and long thing, like a bleached pearl. 

[melancholeyes]

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Blue stood without the youngest Diamond’s chambers, contemplating the tall double doors. That bright, rosy hue she typically found so lively, so cheerful, seemed to mock the day’s proceedings. She knew beyond them, Pink sat in misery, and there was little she could do...besides, she hoped, help her see where things went wrong. A task easier said than done. So with something akin to a grim determination, she pushed her way inside. 

From the corner came a strangled sob cut short, followed by a chorus of sniffles. The sound sent a pang through her chest the same moment Yellow’s chiding echoed through her thoughts: you’re too soft on her. Maybe so. Yet this lesson was one she had to learn, sooner rather than later. 

“I know you’re upset about Pearl,” Blue began, clasping her hands in front of her. She received no acknowledgement. “But you must understand, White is only doing what’s best. For both of you.”

“A pearl that behaves in such a manner is a liability. Do you have any idea how quickly those plants could have spread if left unchecked?” Really, the notion of a Pearl doing anything on her own accord was concerning enough, but smuggling organic material into the palace would have seen any other gem shattered without a second’s hesitation. Only Pink’s desperate intervention stayed their hands. “And you...” Blue sighed. “You must learn not to encourage them.”

[starsgivemehp]

Tangled up in Love

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Rose is quiet as Red spoke to her, the two sitting at their usual spot on the sandy beach together. He had been more stiff today than usual, and this was likely why. 

♦ … I certainly won’t force you to stay, if you feel you must go. I am sad to hear that though.

A small pause, before she glances over to the skeleton monster. The smile on her face a little more somber than before.

♦ Things have gotten better for you and your friends back in the city, I hope?

He couldn’t look at her. His chest ached. His very soul throbbed with the decision he’d made. It just... wasn’t fair of him. It wasn’t fair to steal these moments away, not when he was in love with a married woman. He wasn’t a homewrecker, there was no way he’d take her away from Greg and Steven. But knowing what he could have, and taunting himself with it by stealing these almost romantic nights for himself... That hurt too.

This is what I get for falling in love. I always knew it would only bring pain.

He pretended he wasn’t tearing up talking about this, taking a deep breath to make his voice sound steady.

“good, ‘cause even if you tried, you couldn’t make me. this is somethin’ i gotta do for both our sakes...”

His gaze drifted up to the stars above. He adored them, he did, but tonight they seemed to glimmer almost cruelly. He had gotten everything he could’ve wished for... how selfish could he be to think now that it wasn’t enough?

“we’re hanging in there. not all humans are happy to have us around, but we’re used to not being welcome from each other. so what’s the difference anyway? we’ll get by, just like we always do...”

[tallandfacelessman]

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Pink was more just sitting in her palanquin to distract the gems around her from the real task she’d sent Pearl out to do. Their ‘rebellion’ was just getting started, and going off to show sightings of the Renegade Pearl was meant to stirr up rumors and worries among the other gems. Pink would be able to do her part as RoseQuartz soon enough, but the two had to take every precaution so as to not arose suspicion.

Her bored expression was quick to leave however, when an incredibly tall creature suddenly was standing before her, seemingly having teleported in as it escaped the notice of the guards at the front of palanquin.

For a few moments she quietly stared up at this humanoid with no face, wide-eyed and stunned. But soon enough she tapped an invisible button on the arm of her throne to close off the palanquin doors and offer a bit more privacy for… whatever this creature might be. It didn’t seem like a threat yet, not when it was just standing there, though Pink would be lying if she said the lack of eyes wasn’t disturbing.

♦ … Can you speak?

his voice wasn’t spoken but seemed to come from within her. telepathy. “I can speak as you do, but most tend to find the sight unpleasant. and perhaps with the lack of any sort of floods or goop within your form, you’d have less issue with the sight, the blade may be just as easily double-edged and make it much more disturbing for you than the average human who dares to even address my existence.” telepathy. got it. he was a wordy one, wasn’t he?

 there was a slight tilt of his head, as if he were examining her further, or perhaps just thinking. there was a moment of nothing, before- “I have been observing you lot for quite some time. In my multitude of years, I’ll admit I’ve not encountered a situation quite like this one before.” that was extremely neutral phrasing. still, there was some message behind those words. a warning perhaps? a compliment? “I would offer a name to address me by, but I have yet to have one stick, so you may call me as you wish. might I have something to address you by?”

[quartzlegacy-archive]

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   his gem - the centre of his being, his very core.. it was gone. trembling fingers brushed over bare skin, searching for the gemstone he’d held for the entirety of his life. steven’s eyes were forced upwards as his body shivered and trembled, unable to function properly without the pink diamond gem to keep him sustained. the gem in question, held between pink’s fingernails, began to glow brightly, and steven felt his world begin to stop. 

  it lifted through the air, and began to form, settling on... one form in particular that prompted his heart to sink. his worst fears had come true, and he could only stare in stunned, pained silence as his mother floated down to the ground before him. he felt no joy, no sorrow --- only an overwhelming sense of emptiness. 

  his gem - she had his gem -- he needed it. 

           “  n-no..  ” 

[rosecracked]

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“My Diamond, I --...I guess I shouldn’t call you that anymore, should I?”

Pearl folded her hands atop her gem, at a loss for words. The last six thousand years could have been nothing more than a dream -- a terrible nightmare -- were it not for the cracks that splintered across her face. When her remaining eye opened, seeing again for the first time, the world was so changed she scarcely recognized it: the Diamond she remembered had become a stranger, and she found herself shy, afraid that the change went deeper than just her appearance. 

“They all call you Rose Quartz now...right?”

[offcolord]

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                           Lars let out a huff of a breath when Rose spoke, folding both of his arms STUBBORNLY over his chest in a manner that was almost childish as he dug both heels into the sand of the beach. “When the hell are you going to STOP RUNNING from your problems, Rose? What is it going to be this time ; going to pose as a tourmaline? A pearl? You’re going to run out of pink stones eventually -- You’re older than almost anyone on this planet, and you still can’t get it through that big hair of yours that you have to DEAL with your problems instead of tucking tail and LEAVING --” It was a harsh and almost hypocritical thing to be coming from the teenager, as he was a master of running from his problems; but, in his defense, ever since he had returned to Earth, he had been a work in progress. Whereas Rose seemed to continue to regress into her old habits.

[timetrappedkiddos]

Rosy Nightmares

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it was hard to see color under the white dust that coated the child, the only things easy to spot being bright brown eyes, and the glint of a knife and a locket. the knife was dropped on the ground, wide eyes staring ahead, mouth opening before there was a jolt as bones impaled the kid from all angles. they lasted far to long, even though it was just a moment, before falling limp. then it was all gone, other than the stark red blood on the child that reappeared. why was it so dark?

Each time the child dropped the knife just to be impaled, and slowly another seemed to appear with her, hair hanging heavier, eyes redder. every time Frisk was impaled, the phantom figure became more solid, before taking frisk by the hand, taking the knife carefully. there was a moment’s struggle- leading both of them vulnerable to a much easier to spot attack, but the quick action of the newcomer pushed Frisk out of the way, leaving the kid to fall as her arm bled, crying. the newcomer had the knife.

noone was smiling, yet this second person seemed acquainted with this situation. the attacks followed a pattern, as if memorized, but the darkness changed to a snowy fog the moment she struck, a head falling at her feet, brought down by the glove on her hand. the head was spoking, a tone of encouragement words full of hope. the speech was perfect, just as memorized as the attack patterns. the murderer was staring down at the head, just...s taring. Frisk wasn’t even watching anymore, just curled in the fetal position.

the new person, the one who looked so much like Frisk but wasn’t was the first to see the newest addition to the dream.

yet they didn’t say a thing, as if unwilling to press forward.