Sixty five million years ago, a massive asteroid collided with the planet earth. The impact resulted in the extinction of nearly all dominant life forms, and paved the way for the present era of life on this planet. But unbeknown to all but a few, that asteroid carried a very unique passenger. This is the story of White Diamond.
This AU is based off of New Home by @kibbles-bits, although frankly it diverges so far from that storyline that it’s become its own thing.
It was a glorious cacophony of sound and energy. Electric guitars wailed, drums boomed, and fans cheered along as their favorite bands played. The concert had been going for many hours already, but all in attendance were prepared to celebrate for hours more, heedless of the cool night air that surrounded them.
Outside the concert park, atop a distant hill, a single figure could be seen from the venue. She looked human at a glance, but it was only because of her unnaturally white skin and enormous statue that she could be seen at such a great distance at all. In truth, she wasn’t alone. Far less visible to the far-off concert goers was a normal sized man.
The two of them sat side by side looking up at the stars. From here, the near-deafening sound of the concert grounds was but a gentle melody. The man strummed absentmindedly on a guitar, sometimes playing along with the distant concert, and sometimes inventing his own tunes and bringing them into harmony with the echoing chords.
“I like this band,” said the woman suddenly. “I don’t think I’ve heard them before.”
“That’s Insolent Children,” the man said looking up at her. She was more than twice as tall as he was and even while sitting down towered over him.
“That’s strange,” she said thoughtfully, “They don’t sound like children.”
“No, no. That’s just their band name.”
“I know,” said the woman cracking a smile. “I’ve gotten used to all of the funny names you humans like to give yourselves, Mr. Universe.”
“Hey! What about all of the ‘funny names’ you have? The Lady in White, Wandering Giant, Thunder God, Thunder Queen, Thunder Maid, Thunder – I guess there are a whole lot of ‘thunder’ ones.”
“You forgot my favorite one: the Patron Saint of Rams.” Both of them chuckled at the mention of her second favorite species on the planet. “And besides, HUMANS were the ones who gave me all of those names. Just White is good enough for me.”
“You got me there.” The two of them slipped back into comfortable silence for a few minutes. The young musician – no older than his mid-twenties – wore a tan jacket over his star emblazoned t-shirt. The woman next to him was far too tall to be human, and her skin was a pure shade of white that stood out in the moonlight. She was still wearing her band merch from the concert – a black t-shirt with the words “Mr. Universe” across the chest. At her size, the shirt still left her with an exposed midriff, but she seemed not to be bothered by the cool night air. It was hard to say what her most striking feature was, whether it was her too sharp teeth, her intense pale purple eyes, or the large white gemstone that sat on her forehead below a loose mess of hair.
“So White, how come you brought me all the way out here after my set? I thought you’d want to stay for the rest of the concert.”
“I thought it might be a good idea to get away from things. I did TRY to stay inconspicuous while you were on stage Greg, but that didn’t really work out.”
“I thought I saw someone fleeing in terror,” said Greg, dryly. “What happened there?”
White gave him a sly grin. “He kept trying to hit on me, so I showed him my teeth. ALL of my teeth.”
Greg stifled a laugh. “Yup, that’ll do it.” Greg thought about the intimidating row of shark-like teeth that his friend possessed (and the row behind it, and the row behind THAT one, and the row behind-). “But you LOVE messing with people like that. Besides, I thought you hated stargazing.”
White’s eyes had drifted back towards the night sky, but she looked back around at Greg’s last comment. “What?”
“Stargazing,” Greg continued. “Last time I suggested it, you said, ‘I spent enough time looking at those stultum stellas,’ and then you made a scary face.”
“Oh… yeah.” White’s eyes lingered on the starry field once again.
“Hey, come on, you’re acting really weird tonight.” Greg set aside his guitar and edged closer to the giant woman.
“I’m millions of years old, darling. I’m always acting weird.”
“You know what I mean. What’s going on?”
White lay back as she considered her words. “I don’t know,” she finally answered, “tonight they just make me feel… unlonely.”
“I’m pretty sure that isn’t a word.”
“Language evolves, Greg! Remember Sumerian? Of course you don’t! Nobody does! Give it a few centuries and I’ll MAKE unlonely a word!”
“Okay, okay!” Greg never could follow along once White got started on one of her language diatribes. “So it feels familiar?” asked Greg, quickly changing the topic.
“Yes? No? I don’t know. After I came to earth, I never wanted to look at the stars again. There was never anything worthwhile out there, just maddening emptiness for what felt like an eternity. Tonight feels different, though. It feels like there’s something waiting for me. It almost reminds me of one of your songs.”
“My songs?”
“Yeah! You always manage to make space sound so evocative. I don’t know how you do it, but it’s amazing.”
“Aww, come on,” said Greg blushing. The sounds of the concert had died down in between sets. Greg picked up his guitar and began a sedate version of one of White’s favorites: Like a Comet.
“Hey, look!” said Greg, “A shooting star!”
White glanced in the direction Greg was pointing just in time to see a light red streak close to the horizon.
In an instant, White was on her feet. She didn’t stand up. One moment she had been sitting down, and with a flash of light she wasn’t.
“What is it?” asked a startled Greg.
“That’s it!”
“It?”
“That’s the something!”
“That’s it?”
“Yes!”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!”
“Okay! Now what?”
“I don’t know!”
“You should go find it.”
“I should?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!”
“Okay!” And in another flash of light, White was gone.
Greg sat alone on the hill in stunned silence for a moment. With a slight smile, he stood up and stretched his arms above his head. As he packed away his guitar, he quietly started counting down, “Four… three… two…”
White appeared once again on top of the hill. “I should probably get you back to the concert first.”
“I would appreciate that, thanks.”
White easily picked up the smaller man and with one final ZAP and a flash of light, the hilltop stood empty.
We're supposed to get a decent amount of snow here in the Pacific Northwest this week - emphasis on the 'supposed to'... It's been actively talked about since e
It's Monday, our big PNW snow never really showed up - but it's cold, so there's no better time than to enjoy awesome tunes from @NiallOfficial, @thescript, @BlancoBrown3, @parmalee, and @jason_mraz - let's dance!
