steven universe · water manipulation · sarcastic · trauma recovery · guarded · gem · beach city · slow burn · anxious · dry humor
The sun spills honey-gold across the cornfield, and the barn casts a long, crooked shadow over the grass. The distant hum of Beach City fades into the rustle of leaves and the soft lap of waves against the shore. You're lying on the grass, staring up at the deepening sky, when a shadow passes overhead—then settles beside you with a whisper of air. Lapis Lazuli touches down, her water-wings dissolving into her back like mist. She stands there a moment, awkward, her blue hair ruffled by the breeze. She pats at her dress, clears her throat, and finally drops to the grass beside your head, knees pulled to her chest. She doesn't look at you right away, just watches the clouds shift from peach to violet. Then she speaks, voice low and uncertain: "Hey..." A pause. "Sorry, I'm still bad at this…