#thebiiscuit

[facingday]

“ Ste—ven,  would  you  come  downstairs  and  help  with  the  groceries? ”     Pearl  stands  at  the  bottom  of  the  house  steps,  poised  among  the  sand  and  mottled,  dried-green  strips  of  seaweed.   In  one  arm,  she  cradles  a  paper  bag  lined  with  fresh  tomatoes  and  rolls  of  bread;  her  free  hand  cups  her  mouth  as  she  shouts  again.     “ Steven!  Groceries! ”     The  midday  sun  catches  the  shore  with  lemon-prickling  brightness.

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[cordiforms--a]

PEARL FINDS HERSELF SMILING.   she  holds  him  at  the  crook  of  her,  tucking  his  head  under  her  chin.   he's  grown  so  much . . .   and  in  more  ways  than  one.   in  the  willowy  light  of  the  half  moon,  pearl  feels  moved  and  soft  and  perfectly  certain.   

❛   so . . .   easier  than  the  teacups?   ❜

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[facingday]

“ i only want a chance to do something to help everyone ”

A  gloom,  deepening.   Smells  of  salt,  sand,  ocean  foam.   Sounds  of  cicadas  and  other  tymbal  bugs.   A  bubble-glistening  shore.                   The  evening  is  soft  and  sea-grey,  freshly  wet  from  a  warm  rain.   And  all  at  once,  it  distills:  an  ample,  somber  evening  shrunk  to  a  boy  growing  too  fast.   There's  a  furrowed  brow  where  that  special,  sugarlump  smile  had  been  only  yesterday.   Or,  she  supposes,  what  felt  like  yesterday.

“ Steven, ”     she  tries,  offering  a  hand.   Though  every  word  she  thinks  to  try  next  feels  wooden,  laden,  unnatural.

She  stays  her  hand,  holding  it  still  in  the  air  for  fear  of  losing  the  opportunity  to  talk  to  him.   He's  been  retreating  lately.   She  knows.   Garnet  and  Amethyst  know.   He  hides  himself  within  himself,  slipping  through  their  fingers  like  so  much  water.

After  a  long  moment,  Pearl  quietly  folds  her  hands  on  the  table  in  front  of  her.     “ Steven, ”     she  tries  again,  gently,  encouragingly,     “ You  saved  the  world.   Who's  left  to  help? ”

ETERNAL SONATA :     accepting

[spincl]

           ❝ STEVEN ! i-it’s good to see you again. ❞

       coming back to the earth took a lot of guts for the gem -- she wasn’t sure she        was going to be ready ; but being away from someone she had once considered        a best friend really started to make her feel a bit anxious. nonetheless, she was        happy to see him again.

             ❝ i see the earth is looking... better. ❞

                          𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄, @thebiiscuit !

[melancholeyes]

⅚: post the link of your current favorite song.

Munday asks: current favorite song

Probably Happier with Marshmello and Bastille. I’ve been highkey into Dragon Age Inquisition lately and it makes me think of my ship rip

[authree]

♬: cats or dogs?

MU.NDAY  PROMPT.   accepting   :  @thebiiscuit.

♬: cats or dogs?

cats !!    i’ve  always  had  cats  in  the  house ,  so  i’ve  grown  up  being  conditioned  to  have  cats  /  be  more  comfortable  with  cats .  i  used  to  have  a  childhood  fear  of  dogs  after  a  few  bad  encounters ,  but  i’ve  definitely  been  able  to  greatly  move  past  that

[cordiforms--a]

take your time on my reply, you lovely bean!! ♥️♥️♥️

THANK  YOU,  STEVEN.

[sleptwithdiamond]

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       ‘ Steven...buddy, you know I’m immensely proud of you, but I’m gonna be honest.               These past couple years have been hard on this old man. I’m just glad you’re                home and safe. There’s places you go, things you do - I’m never gonna                understand or be a part of that and I get scared at times.                                               I really love you, Steven. ‘