Drew the end poses of all the fusion dances and combos we’ll (hopefully) see in mine and amettrine‘s fic. Boy does my wrist hurt. I think I’m gonna scan them and clean them up digitally later because I actually really like them.
So amettrine and I were talking about Universal Chronicle and how Hematite and Fluorite would fuse and I wrote a drabble about their first fusion, which I’m unsure whether or not it’ll make it into the fic proper, so I’ll stick it here.
By the sounds of battle one would think that two entire battalions were waging war on each other, but the reality was that a single pair of gems were doing their very best to cut a swath through the defenses of a battle drone factory. Fluorite and Hematite, both battle hardened rebels, were the only ones even close to being capable enough to carry out such a mission, and even for them, things were starting to fall apart.
With an unsteady leap, Hematite hurdled over a large chunk of debris, crouching defensively next to Fluorite and taking cover. “We’re gonna need back up, this place was more heavily guarded than we thought,” she said. The bitterness of being bested was clear in her voice.
“Maybe not,” Fluorite said slowly. The both of them hated having to call in their less experienced comrades. Gems who had seen less battle, done less training. They had missions of their own to carry out, less deadly, explosive ones. But suggesting they didn’t need help was ludicrous, even by Hematite’s standards.
“Unless you’ve got something to share with me this is no time to bluff,” Hematite growled. She didn’t want to ask for help either, but it was quickly becoming their only option.
With a smile, excitement shining in her eyes that Hematite saw every time they went into battle, Fluorite held out her hand. “Fuse with me.”
Hematite balked. It had been a while since she’d discovered that Fluorite was a fusion, she’d even met the pair of excitable gems that made her up -- Blue Fluorite and Yellow Fluorite -- but to fuse together with them, everything she’d ever been taught and told was screaming at her to refuse.
Fusion took work and practice, it was dangerous and could be painful. She was about to say as much when she stopped and really looked at Fluorite. The other gem spent her life fused, she’d seemed so scared when a battle had resulted in Fluorite’s separation and Yellow Fluorite had been missing for a time. There was no pain or sadness in Fluorite, she was a being made from the joy of togetherness.
But still…
“Doesn’t it take practice? We can’t just fuse on a whim like this… can we?”
Fluorite’s excited grin softened and Hematite felt something pang inside of her chest. “We’ve been working together for years now, we’re already in sync,” she said. “Just do what comes naturally.”
She still wasn’t sure about this, and all the preaching and naysaying she’d heard on Homeworld rang in her head as she reached out and took Fluorite’s hand. Hematite had never fused in her life, such a thing was unheard of, especially for someone of her station and rank back in Homeworld’s military.
Homeworld had been wrong about a lot of things so far, though. They were probably wrong about this too.
Fluorite pulled them to their feet, gave herself a little twirl, ending with her back pressed up against Hematite’s chest. Through heavy lidded eyes she looked up and said “Dance with me.”
After that moving with Fluorite, dancing between shots fired at them from the attack drones, was as easy as putting one foot in front of the other. It was easier than walking down the road, natural. A dip here, side step there, don’t let go you need to be together. Their dance ended like it began, Fluorite spinning until her back was to Hematite’s chest, her arms crossed and their fingers intertwined. Their gems had begun glowing half way through and their light intensified, swallowed up their physical forms and fused them together into something new, something great.
And then she was Obsidian. She was powerful, strong, and happy to be alive. Laughter bubbled up from her chest and rang out across the battlefield like a victory cry. Excitement propelled her forward, long, black hair billowing behind her like a cloak, burning red eyes scanned the crowd of drones. It was love, for herself and the gems that had created her that summoned her weapon. Her war scythes whistled through the air, spun and sliced, bringing absolute ruin to everything that stood against her and her goal.
It was a power and freedom she never wanted to give up. Obsidian left destruction in her wake, her legs, so new and untested, danced between bullets and rubble alike with a graceful ease. She bent and dipped, dodging with fluidity. She was solid, strong arms and legs, powerful swings, familiar and new all at the same time.
When the drone factory lay in rubble and ruin at her feet Obsidian took a moment to pause, stand there in victory and revel in her existence. There was no pain in being her, none of that silly fear mongering that Homeworld had worked so hard to push. She was happy.
Obsidian gave herself a twirl and smiled up at the starry sky, her arms held open wide to the universe. “I had no idea,” she said to the stars.
Unfusing was different. I wasn’t painful, but it felt like letting go of the hand of someone you loved and not knowing the next time you would see them. It was like saying goodbye.
Hematite’s arms and legs felt weak, she was worn out and standing was an unbalanced affair. Across from her Fluorite stumbled a little getting to her feet, but the smile she flashed Hematite was anything but tired. She clumsily closed the few steps between them, ginning the whole while. “Haha, See? I told you Hema-”
She never finished her sentence. As soon as Fluorite was within reach Hematite had grabbed her and pulled her close, pressing their lips together in a less than gentle kiss.
They had been one for a time, a single being, and Hematite had felt it. She’d felt the love Fluorite had, she’d been a part of that. It had been for her. There was only a muffled, confused sound from Fluorite before thin arms found their way around Hematite’s neck, fingers threading easily into her hair. Their bodies lined up perfectly and though they were still two separate beings, it was close enough for Hematite.
