Everything fades away, come turning of the tide | Day 332 [OPEN]

[grandiflora]

Who: Rose Quartz, OPEN
Open: Open
When: Evening of 332
Where: Monument -> Rose's house
What: Most of the Bastion is grieving, angry, or trying to deal with said emotions. Rose? She's just trying to settle in to this strange new life of hers.
Format: Action
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Steven Universe? Also possible talk of war and the like

[Not everyone was affected by events recently passed in the Bastion. As much as Rose would have liked to say she had a feeling regarding it one way or another, she really couldn't. This place was still new to her. It's people were still new to her. The passing of one whom she had never spoken to was sad and she was more than understanding at the sorrow the others around her felt...

It was just not an emotion she herself could dredge up properly.

There were always going to be casualties, and for as peaceful as the Bastion itself was their situation was hardly peaceful at all. Time would pass as it always did, regardless of how any of them dealt with it.

In the quiet that had settled on the Bastion in more current days, Rose had spent time on the Skyway as she always did, hoping for some hint of her Gems out there in the haze. There was none, but she returned with a good haul of shards in the meantime.

Today, however, she wasn't out there like she normally had been. Instead she could be seen, barefoot as always, taking trips from the house with the observatory room to the Monument and back again. Three times she went, carrying a wooden flat of some sort of strange plant. A fourth time she returned not with a plant but a shimmering pink weapon at her side.

Though she'll hardly expect to be approached given how busy everyone must be, she'll certainly respond if anyone does.]

Comments

[darkshooter]

[childlike sound of delight. And by that I mean it's very much a squeal]

[-as she takes a couple steps back, her hands going up to her cheeks, her expression one of positively enchanted delight]


[seriously, she almost doesn't keep her feet.]

[grandiflora]

[That was the reaction she was hoping for.]

Beautiful, aren't they?

this reaction is kinda weird but i swear the muse did this. (near-tiredbrain may have helped)

[darkshooter]

[She can't tear her wide eyes from the gemblossoms, at first. When she can, the surprise hasn't left: they go from Rose, to the flowers, then back again.]

[And she tries to speak, really she does, but the words fail her. Ikuri moves a bit closer to the flowers, unsteady steps, leaning in to peer at them- in truth, she hardly believes they're real. She must've seen something she liked, though, because she's moving back again, quickly - and a quiet, voiceless gasp.]

[Then that joy comes back and she's bouncing on the balls of her feet, clapping happily. She could just say 'pretty', like earlier, or even 'beautiful', like Rose. But the word that comes out of her mouth instead?]



Colors! [She'll reach for Rose's hand, to take it - and then point toward the gemblossoms with her free hand, bouncing a little more.] Colors!


[Apparently colors are a big deal.]

[-also, Ikuri, why are you communicating this like you're sharing something you just discovered? Rose knows all about the blossoms, she just made them.]

[grandiflora]

[That earns a joyful laugh from Rose, not at all bothered by having her hand taken.

She does, however, bend for a moment to pick up one of the blossoms and hand it over to her.]

Would you like one?

[darkshooter]

[oh my goodness what]

For me?

[grandiflora]

Yes, of course.

[/2]

[darkshooter]

[but]

[but they're pretty and you made them and and and]


[o...okay. we'll take one.]

[she nods unsteadily]

[darkshooter]

Ah! Care!

Flowers. Flowers care. Um, how?


[...yes, it came out a bit sloppy, but maybe it's clear enough? she's learned enough about plants in her time here to understand that they need proper care; you can't just plomp 'em down and forget about 'em. Especially not in the bathroom; apparently they hate that]

[grandiflora]

[Oh my. That was... broken. But understandable! Rose nods and picks some of the moss out from the flat, placing it in Ikuri's hands and putting the flower on top of it.]

They don't need much care at all. Talk to them, they like that. And a little water from time to time.

[/2]

[darkshooter]

[...]

[...]




...Like people.

[darkshooter]

Like Ikuri.

Ikuri likes talking, too.

[grandiflora]

Yes, like people.

[But...]

Ikuri?

liberties taken, hope they're okay

[darkshooter]

[...]

[she carefully shifts the moss - and the gemflower resting within it - so that it's nestled within a single hand. The other one, now free, reaches towards Rose's face...to gently touch a cheek with gloved fingertips.]

[The hand moves to Rose's shoulder, again just barely touching it. It moves down the length of her arm, then to Rose's free hand...and then the ends of Ikuri's fingers lightly caress and tap those of the pink lady, dancing as though in childlike play.]

[She'll take that hand in her own, bring it toward her face- and guide Rose's hand to her pale cheek, gently pressing it there.]




...Me. I am Ikuri.

[grandiflora]

[Oh. That was... different. But then, Rose could feel that this person was different, too. Not completely like a human, but just human enough to pass.

Not unlike herself.

She doesn't resist the pull, waiting until she's finished to offer a smile.]

It's nice to meet you, Ikuri. I am Rose Quartz.