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“Can I have a pearl?” Diamcndlegacy for blue diamond
“A pearl? Well… I believe you can now. You are at a proper age to do things on your own, Steven. You have grown quite quickly over the few years. Perhaps… I can arrange for you to have your own pearl. One to fit you. I will speak to White and host a day where we take you to the Reef. How does that sound, my Star?”
“ will you please just stay for once. just. don’t walk away. ” (stan @ kyle lmao)
The gaze that Kyle had upon his face could say nothing but pain. He hated doing this, but what other choice did he have? The guilt of having to leave him for the sake of his own sanity was all he had. It was all he could do. It wasn’t right to leave him in the moment, but leaving was his only option. He couldn’t be the one to constantly save Stan from his stupid benders. His drinking and his drugs. It was all too heavy on Kyle and he did not have the patience to have his hand out for him anymore.
He stood by his bed, setting the flowers down on his nightstand as he grimaced, turning his head away to hide the tears in his eyes. He hated feeling so guilty, but Stan needed help. Kyle wasn’t the one to help him. He needed someone else. His fists clenched, keeping his voice in a low whisper, but it was breaking.
“…I can’t, Stan. I can’t. How the fuck am I supposed to stay when you do… this? You drink and drink and forget the guy who loves you,” he whispered to him, finally turning to face Stan. “You… hurt me, dude. Every time you… do this, it hurts. I’ve tried… and tried… but I can’t keep bringing you back when you just do it all over again.”
With setting the flowers down, he took a step away from the bed, “…you need help, Stan, but not from me. I-I can’t keep getting all of this… depressive shit thrown my way. I can’t do it anymore. It hurts me and you. So just… get the help you need. I… I need some time away. I’m sorry, but I… I can’t.”
Blue diamond what has it been like raising Steven? (For Diamcndlegacy)
“He has been… quite a delight. And an eye opener for Yellow and I. Losing Pink was a tragedy, but with Steven, he has taught us how to be better. For him and for Pink. She would have wanted us to be better to her. I just wish that White could have thought similarly like we have…”
“ because of what they did i’m damaged. ” // From Gilly, For Xenophanes
The demon was quiet, hovering over the other in his sitting state. He wasn’t one to stand around folks who were much smaller than he was, but his size was one to compensate for. So, for the sake of speaking, he kept himself hunched over. He grumbled in thought, flicking his ear as his darkened eyes glanced down at Gilly, twitching his nose.
“NOT ALL OF ‘EM ARE NICE. NEVER HAVE BEEN. NEVER WILL,” he spoke bluntly. “I’M NOT EXACTLY ANY BETTER, BUT THEY’RE ALL FUCKED UP IN THEIR OWN… SHITTY WAYS. IT AIN’T YOUR FAULT.”
A brow raise was given as the imps quickly scampered back into the house, watching them crawl through the doorway. “Yeah, but you suck at commanding ‘em. Not my fault that you don’t know how. I just do shit better,” he said, squinting at him. “You got places to be, don’t you? Go on. Fuck off. Let God know that your ‘son’ still thinks your a hot sack of shit, or I can go tell him for you.”
With Nimue’s addition to that, he simply stood in the doorway, slowly backing up behind the door and shutting it with a harsh slam, now that the imps were inside. An angered huff was heard from him, tail lashing about before returning his attention to her.
“…thanks. I probably would’ve blown up again and set the whole damn house on fire,” he sighed, shoulders relaxing. “Fucker tells me he’s talking to a brick wall… fucking asshole. Like he wasn’t the one who made this brick wall of a child.”

Knowing Satan, he won’t say a word of how 'great’ his son is, let alone probably mention it. Not with how angry he’s become after this whole meeting. The slamming of the door only earns a scoff from the other side before he finally leaves completely, going back to God where he 'belongs’. Not that he deserved it, but he’ll never admit that.
This will just give him something else to complain about later.
Reaching up to cup his cheeks again, Nimue lets out a sigh. His father really was… something to say the least, but that was being nice really. She HATED this honestly. This whole situation, how Damien felt about it all, and the fact he had come home in such a state to begin with. If she could, she’d deal with Satan herself but there’s no way she could properly deal with him without getting hurt too.

“He’s more of a brick wall than you are. He’s just mad you didn’t turn out like he did. And I’m glad you didn’t but that’s beside the point. If he didn’t before, he knows now that you want nothing to do with him anymore so hopefully you won’t have to deal with him again. That is unless he somehow gets himself kicked out of heaven again. But at that point he’ll just be some nobody. Assuming he already isn’t.”


Damien was quick to turn on his heels once the door had been shut, staying close to Nimue as he sat in a hunched position. Not exactly the best for his back, but he only wanted to sit quietly after such an eventful day with meeting his dad. Not that he really wanted to, anyway. That was never his intention to see him again, and he wasn’t going to plan on it for the future.
He sighed, relaxing in her grasp as she held his cheeks, tail gently bumping the floor in a soft, swaying manner. She had that way of calming him down, and he yearned for it slightly. Though, his eyes already felt heavy from the crying he did and the aching his body felt from being set on fire. Not exactly his ideal way of ending the afternoon.

“Probably wouldn’t take him long. I don’t know why he gets to be up there when I’m stuck doing all the shit he’s been running so poorly for… however long he’s been fucking doing this,” he grumbled. “But whatever. He’s not a dad to me. I don’t care at this point, and he’s made it pretty obvious that he doesn’t either. Don’t know why he expected otherwise. Piece of shit wasn’t even there when we graduated.”
I feel like I wasted my time. I’m struggling to finish my degree due to getting sick last year and had to drop out. Now I thought I was going to be able to graduate this summer but ended up failing a course and have to go back for summer courses and next term in the fall. I feel like I shouldn’t have gone to university from the very beginning and just did something else. I feel like everything has been a waste of time and a failure to my family - which they have been judging me for not being able to finish my degree yet.
“Hey now! Take it from a hedgehog who’s done everything. You may have days where you fall back on doing things all over again, but mistakes happen! I make ‘em, my friends make 'em, we all make 'em! It ain’t wrong to do things again if they don’t go right. You still got the time! Don’t ever think you’re on a time limit, 'cause you got a lot of it!”
“But just in case nobody’s told you? You’re doin’ great. Sometimes, your best has some bumps along the way, but you always got that opportunity to be better! And I bet you that you’re gonna be even better. Things are gonna work out 'cause you got a second chance to make it up! Keep goin’, dude!”
It takes her a bit to fully calm herself, she would be confused by the searing pain if she wasn’t trying to make sense of what just happened. It happened all a little too fast, and so did those deeper scratches that she knew she’d be dealing with once it finally set in just how much it stung. For now she listens to him, holding the jacket in place while she watches him speak through the door.
“…You know I’m going to ask why after we get out of here right?”
Then again that’s a given, all she knows is she was snapped out of her sudden thoughts and that time was up. Kenny giving a quiet ‘Alright’ in response to Damien’s own response before he keeps the door closed. A part of him wondering what actually happened in there, but having a slight idea of what did almost happen. He’ll probably probe Damien for answers later.


He grimaced a little at her comment, knowing well that she would. Rubbing the back of his neck, he grumbled a little, “…I’d prefer if you saved it when we get home. Here, just… wear my jacket. ‘Til I get you back. I’d prefer if you did.”
Was it slightly out of guilt? Most likely, but he wanted to hide the fact that he tore up her back so easily. With most of the kids, he actually wanted to hide those demon tendencies and temptations so that they didn’t paint him a certain way. Damien knew how fast things went from person to person, and in only a day, the whole town could know, more or less a few hours.
“…alright, Kenny. We’re ready,” he called out from the door again, sitting up on his knees.
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