Descriptive vomit warning.
Eating was a novelty on the gem Homeworld. Done purely for sport and luxury instead of necessity and strictly reserved for the upper class. The Diamonds are no strangers to this custom. They revel in the private, extravagant feasts held in their palaces, just the three of them consuming more delicacies necessary for the size of their party. Yellow Diamond remembered the most recent one. She remembered it well.
White Diamond had attended. It was rare, these days, for her to be socializing with them. She preferred to be out of the public eye for most occasions. But this particular dinner had been hard to resist; the long table was covered with every treat imaginable, the silver plates glistening in the dim pink lights. White had sat at the front, twirling a crystal glass filled with an opaque red liquid between her slender fingers. She sipped it languidly, running her tongue over her thin, pale lips after every swallow. "I'm so glad you could make it, White," Blue Diamond said, and there was a certain cheerfulness in her eyes that hadn't been seen for a very long time as she poured herself another drink from the bottle in the center of the table. Blue then turned to her. "Try some of this wine, Yellow," she had told her, offering her the bottle. "It's magnificent." Yellow Diamond held up her hand to politely decline, but White watched her with her silvery eyes. "She's right," she said coolly. She took another delicate gulp. "Humans got one thing right, at least," she says, and snorts humorlessly. So in the end Yellow had accepted. That must've been what did it. The alcohol was to blame for her stomach feeling so sour and bloated, though all that food she'd relished so deeply probably wasn't completely faultless either. How had it all been so heavenly only an hour ago? All she felt now was regret.
They weren't necessarily unaccustomed to the common aches and pains of overindulging, either. In fact, White Diamond often had a habit of emptying her stomach just for the pleasure of filling it again and again. But this was different, somehow. Yellow had been nauseous for hours it seemed, keeping her hand pressed firmly over her mouth and holding back whatever had made its way into her throat. She was obstinate about it for quite some time, but soon she decided it might be better just to sneak on down to someplace private and relieve herself through whatever end it decided to come out of. She might actually feel better afterword.
She now leaned over, pressing her gloved palms to the cool edge of the enormous bucket. She hoped she'd eaten enough to spare herself the torture of dry heaving, but at the same time she still held on to the fact that this might blow over so she wouldn't have to throw up. Vomiting might be something White did without any tears or dramatics, but to her, it was anything but pleasant. She shivers in disgust at the thought of it and tries desperately to ignore her stomach roiling angrily at her.
Saliva coats the inside of her mouth and she retched, twice, vomit splashing distastefully into the bowl in front of her. She gags again purely out of disgust and closes her eyes for a moment to avoid looking at it, but the smell still manages to assault her senses. That came out of her, that revolting earth trash that she hardly even wanted in the first place. She was almost relieved her body had rejected it.
But her stomach obviously wasn't satisfied yet. She leaned farther over and more vomit rushes up her throat and pours into the bowl in front of her like a fountain. Yellow Diamond coughs and moaned, hating how she's shaking, hating how weak her legs feel. She doesn't understand why her stomach seemed intent on expelling every single thing inside of her. It only gave her a moment of respite before her body jerked as she heaved again, vomit coming out with such powerful velocity that it spurts from her nose as well as her mouth this time. It burns so horribly that she can't help but allow the tears to stream down her face for a moment before forcefully wiping them off, the room quickly filled with more retching and splashing sounds as her stomach purged itself until there was nothing left.
The worst seemed to be over now. Yellow wipes her nose and only takes a moment to collect herself before she orders a Pearl to clean her mess and slowly attempts to return to her control room. She just knows she must look like she's been shattered agonizingly slow and then put back together again. This is the last time she accepts anything that Blue offers her.
More to come.