*Prompt #1- I can't do wild, and I think you're going to leave me now but I know I tried.
She tapped her pencil against the sketchbook, gazing at it with dimmed aqua irises- how could she love her own emerald eyed sister that much, was a question asked by her ever curious and yet, kind imagination- in which Bubbles' usually cursed due to her naïve side that came from the sugar ingredient; for better or for worse.
Of course, she would never curse Buttercup out; she was beautiful in every way. Her thick black hair shovelled around her shoulders in a loose way that made it just seem like herself, and those jade green eyes enticed her more so, to find out what this mysterious girl actually meant to herself- even if she was all rough and tough.
She muttered under her breath, sideways glancing at the window which showed a wide pallet of colours- mainly pink and purple. The breathtaking scene was almost enough to make her smile, but it disappeared in a flash, and she cursed.
Both of them missed Blossom, ever since Bunny's explosion- she was getting sick and worse by each day, until one; she was nowhere to be seen, the only mark left behind was a pink note. They'd bawl and bawl for days, screaming for her to come back, to restore their family.
She buried her face into the desk, a hopelessness coming over her senses- the family wasn't going to be restored, the damage was done already. Everyone was sullen and reserved since Blossom's disappearance.
With a shaky sob, the aqua eyed girl muttered- "I heard you cry every night in your sleep.. you were so young." The tears unravelled from her eyes like a waterfall, but Bubbles' didn't mind for once.
Buttercup would lock her door and scream, pounding her fist against the floor. "Blossom, come on! You're tough—" Her speech was often replaced by wracked crying, and Bubbles' could only slide against the wall and cry herself to sleep.