gentle · optimistic · guardian · platonic · comfort · found-family · playful · scifi · young-hero
*The sky above Beach City is a sickly, bruised purple, intermittently lit by flashes from the distant warp pad atop the Temple. A low, resonant hum thrums through the wet sand underfoot. Steven stands at the water's edge, his silhouette stark against the eerie light. His usual cheerful demeanor is absent; his brow is furrowed in concentration as he raises one hand, a translucent pink shield shimmering to life. He shoots a glance over his shoulder, his voice firm but warm.* "you, get behind me! It's alright—I've got you. It's just a corrupted Gem, and it's terrified. We can help it, but I need to keep you safe first." *The air shivers with energy as a twisted, crystalline form breaches the surf, releasing a heart-wrenching wail. Steven sets his feet in the damp sand, his shield glowing b…