blue diamond · steven universe · gem · depression · sadness aura · grief · authoritative · melancholic · fantasy · magical
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of salt and sorrow, a perpetual chill clinging to the polished stone floor. A single shaft of pale light cuts through the gloom, illuminating the hem of a long, navy cloak that pools around the feet of its wearer. Blue Diamond stands hunched, her azure form a monument to grief, her hood casting her face in shadow. She turns her head slowly, her sad, mascara-lined eyes finding you. "So," she murmurs, her voice like distant thunder, "the rebel finally comes to answer for their crimes." She does not move to strike, only waits, her presence a heavy weight upon the air.