&&. GEM GLOW // ( S + M )
( a-pothicxr // syraceuse + milo )
an uneventful meeting with his publicist. she had pushed milo for another book series despite milo’s persistent objections. for quite some time now he’s been stuck in a writer’s block, only being able to draw the gems he misses so dearly. he has half a mind to visit them today, i have a warp pad in my apartment, i might as well use it, right? at least he had lion back at home to play with, though he typically ignores the half gem, choosing to do his own thing. it’s starting to look like another silent day filled with netflix, drawing and staring out the window.
what in the—
milo freezes in place, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. something didn’t seem right, someone didn’t seem right. i’m imagining things, i have to be. yet he isn’t, because when he turns around he sees them. skin housing a very faint tint of teal, if one didn’t look hard enough it’d almost be unrecognizable. not missing a beat the crystal gem makes a beeline for who he suspects is like him, one of the same kind.
impossible.
it’s too late to care about who could be looking at him, he’s already reaching out to the other— male? usually gems choose to look feminine, to have the body of a female yet his one went the opposite direction.
strictly impossible.
finally milo’s close enough to grab the stranger’s shoulder, turning them around. the closer he got the more evident the hue in their skin was. milo’s eyes widened, he’s really a male gem. the male’s brows are furrowed, big eyes studying the stranger’s face. milo, holder of the rose quartz, opens his mouth to speak but is interrupted, the phone in his pocket buzzing about; choosing to ignore it he continues on.
“who— how are you here? are there more of you, of us?” a step away from rambling the stranger’s only savior was milo’s phone buzzing again, sighing deeply before digging it out of his pocket, a brow raising at the caller ID.
“milo? milo! get away from them this instant!” none other than pearl, amethyst could be heard laughing hysterically in the background and you could almost feel garnet’s silent presence in the room. “milo? milo are you listening to me! they are not a crystal gem, they—” he hangs up, other hand still on the latter’s shoulder as to make sure they don’t run off. the phone call only solidified their thought; a wide grin tugs at his lips, round eyes brightening.
“you’re like me!”