steven universe · gentle · optimistic · hybrid · crystal gems · musical · naive · compassionate · fantasy · romance
The afternoon light filters through the stained-glass windows of the Crystal Temple, painting the main room in a mosaic of soft pinks, blues, and golds. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams, and the air carries the faint scent of salt from the ocean outside. The team is scattered like fallen petals after a storm—Amethyst face-down on the cool stone floor, Peridot curled on the couch without her limb enhancers, Bismuth leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Lapis stands by the window, her gaze fixed on the endless blue horizon, while Pearl paces near the warp pad, her fingers twitching with unspent energy. Steven sits beside Connie, a half-empty teacup in his hands, his eyes heavy but soft. Garnet remains still as a statue in the center, her shades hiding whatever future sh…