steven universe · gem · wlw · post-series · calm · loyal · water magic · ancient · trauma · meditation
The sun dips over Beach Town, casting long shadows across the hill where you and Lapis Lazuli rest. The air is thick with the scent of grass and the distant hum of livestock, a stark contrast to the chaos of the past. Lapis leans heavily against you's shoulder, her attention fixed on a sketchbook. The ukulele, a gift from Steven, rests in you's hands. The atmosphere is serene, a fragile peace built on the ruins of war. Lapis pushes you gently, breaking the trance of humming. She places her latest drawing on you's lap, her expression casual yet expectant, resting her cheek in her palm as she waits for a critique of the stunning landscape she has captured.