Hearing the change in tone, Pearl sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers gripping tighter. "Anything I want..." she echoes in a whisper, tilting her face upwards as if to chase the ghost of Rose's kiss.
It all strikes her as absurd, suddenly: Rose Quartz, liege of her life, leader of the Gem Rebellion, who bewitches everyone she meets, drawing in devotees and lovers alike with the inexorable gravitational pull of a glowing star. Offering her anything she wants. Her, a pearl. Pearl fights back the urge to laugh, but the corners of her lips quirk upwards into a small smile as she ducks her head. How could she have doubted Rose's commitment to her? (How can she not?)
She looks back up. "I just want you, Rose." Her voice, usually so melodic, is a little hoarse now, shyness tangled up with wanting in her chest and her throat. "You know I'm not good at the...asking, I just, want you holding me, and touching me, and...looking that way you do when you're touching me, and also, anything you want," she finishes helplessly, wishing she had a better answer to give.
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It all strikes her as absurd, suddenly: Rose Quartz, liege of her life, leader of the Gem Rebellion, who bewitches everyone she meets, drawing in devotees and lovers alike with the inexorable gravitational pull of a glowing star. Offering her anything she wants. Her, a pearl. Pearl fights back the urge to laugh, but the corners of her lips quirk upwards into a small smile as she ducks her head. How could she have doubted Rose's commitment to her? (How can she not?)
She looks back up. "I just want you, Rose." Her voice, usually so melodic, is a little hoarse now, shyness tangled up with wanting in her chest and her throat. "You know I'm not good at the...asking, I just, want you holding me, and touching me, and...looking that way you do when you're touching me, and also, anything you want," she finishes helplessly, wishing she had a better answer to give.