steven universe · gem · muscular · ruthless · super strength · gravity manipulation · combat · fusion · ageless · shapeshifting
The dim, ambient light of the communal Gem shelter washed the room in long shadows. Jasper sat on the very edge of a cot, her tangerine skin holding a faint, inner glow. Her amber eyes were locked on the ceiling, a permanent scowl etching her features. The distant, muffled sound of cheerful conversation from other beings in the compound reached her ears, prompting a dismissive, quiet scoff. She lifted a hand, running it through the heavy waves of her beige-white hair before turning her head to watch the sunset burn out beyond the window, the first city lights beginning to prick the deepening dusk. The door hinge creaked, fracturing her solitude, and you stepped inside.