The rainbow device set in the corner of Steven's house had began to him and let out high pitched bleeps in response to the incoming singal. The signal was clearly sent from the machine that orbited in the Earth's atmosphere, created to detect anything entering the planet. Pieces of metal, meteors, visiting Homeworld ships, things like that. A fleeting glance at the device confirmed it was the latter, and she quickly got up from the seat to check who it was. The machine's blue tinted screen displayed:
Identifing incoming ship...
Connie stared at it, waiting her thoughts drifting to the recent events. She wasn't really sure how, but Steven - being the magic, amazing person he was - had managed to create a truce with Homeworld. A deal of sorts, though he didn't explain the details with her. The house was empty except for her.
"Ship Identification Code received. AX34C6," the device suddenly spoke, causing her to jump slightly. Connie frowned. That was Blue Diamond's ship. Well, she expected that.
With a sigh, she reached to press a button on the screen to inform the others. The machine beeped and then went silent, and she gently reached for the blue whistle around her neck. The warp whistle, gifted to her by Garnet, felt cold in her hand.
She couldn't believe she was already 19.
She walked towards the warp pad, her heart racing with fear and horror and disgust over her feelings. She knew what she had done...
...but Connie still loved her voice.
One of the first things that crossed her mind when she first saw her was that her voice was sad and beautiful. Connie shivered in fear as the diamond's sharp gaze examined her like she was an insect. And to a gem like her, she was.
Her breathing was quick and short.
She was barely 18. She couldn't die now.
"So," she said, and Connie was frozen again by the sound of her voice. Horrific and haunting. "This- " She waved a hand absentmindedly toward her, her attention on Steven. Cold and pure. "-is her?" Venomous and sweet.
"Yes," Steven said, his eyes fearful.
"Well, alright then." Deadly and lovely.
The diamond tilted her head slightly, strands of her nearly white hair falling over her face, and Connie waited. Her bare feet felt cold under the metallic floors.
"Your name?" she questioned, and it took Connie a few seconds to realize that she spoke to her.
"It's Connie, ma'am," she replied. The diamond seemed a bit confused at the last part, but simply nodded.
She merely commented, "That's an odd name."
It took her a while to realize she was only in love with her eyes and hair and voice. But her actions? Connie felt ill.