I know you hate it, When there's nothing to say
Amethyst stretched as she unraveled herself from a torn-apart mattress in the sea of junk that she calls her room. She smacked her lips and raised her small arms, to stretch the bones and muscle she, in fact, does not have.
Pearl stood firm, staring at Amethyst, waiting for her to notice her presence. Amethyst's eyes open, blinking at Pearl. She jumps, a bit startled but then lets out a small laugh.
“If you came in here to nag about how ‘messy’ my room is, I'm not listening,” she says, making air quotes before cuffing her ears with her hands, and thick hair, plopping back down and rolling around and facing her back to Pearl.
“Amethyst-” she holds a hand out to her but catches herself. Amethyst can be so difficult at times.
“That's not why I'm here.” She spoke softly as Amethyst flipped back around, basically rolling her eyes.
“Then?”
Pearl took a deep breath before closing her eyes and continuing. “You shapeshift.” She states the quiet obvious fact, unsure of how to get into the request. Amethyst nods and looks around, “And?”
It was quiet for a moment, Amethyst's eyes filled with confusion. Pearl opens her eyes too look at Amethyst before spilling out the words,
“I need you to turn into Rose. Just this once. Please, Amethyst…I,” It was then, that Amethyst noticed how broken her friend was.
“I need to see her again.”
Amethyst blinked, staring at Pearl. She was really asking this. Now? She sighed, before nodding. “Okay.”
This was the first time Pearl had asked her for something like this. This important. If Amethyst had a heart, it would be throbbing. Her form turned a lavender white, her gem stayed solid as the outline of her hair grew large beautiful pink curls.
She looked at her hands for a moment, then looked down at Pearl. Ha, Guess who's looking up at me now! She smiled at her thought, but shook her head as for Pearl's sake.
Pearl looked up at the purple-tinted Rose. Rose. Tears welled in her eyes. She stepped forward and bowed her head down. “Why did you have to leave me, Rose.” She sniffed, bringing a small hand to cover her face.
Arms enclosed around her, and she could feel the material of Rose’s dress, her soft pink hair, the warmth of her aura. She choked on a sob before snaking her arms around her and clenching the back of her dress, mumbling incoherent words.
This is the first time Amethyst saw Pearl in such a state, it was almost like she was invading her privacy. She asked you to do this. With a deep breath, she let Pearl cling to her and sob. She's going to pretend like she couldn't hear the ‘I love you so much, Rose’ she was hearing.