Prompt from Luna on ao3: Blue Diamond/Blue Pearl, "things you said when you thought I was asleep".
i was asleep
The universe is broken.
There's no other explanation. Something has gone wrong. An error, a mistake, a flaw, a fundamental malfunction. There's no other explanation for how this happened. Because this can't be the way it was meant to be.
The universe is broken. Broken, just as broken as Pink Diamond, her shards glittering on the ground…
Blue Diamond wails and screams and thrashes and sobs.
None of her Court will see her. Her bodyguards flinch away when she passes. White holds her, and murmurs reassurances which don't reassure at all. Yellow rages with her, and then at her. They both leave, eventually: so much to do, so much to do, they can stay and cry. They want her to stop crying, to do her job, her duty. Blue wants to stop crying too, but she can't.
And Pink… Pink doesn't come. She never will.
The only one who stays at her side is her pearl.
Blue Diamond can do so little, so the pearl does them instead. She turns visitors away. She drafts messages. She runs errands. She keeps things running, as much as a pearl can.
She gives Blue Diamond company and comfort. Short songs. Light touches. Encouraging words.
Blue Diamond appreciates it, as much as she can appreciate anything right now.
There comes one of those times where she does not cry. Where it feels as though she has run out of tears. Where her inside feels hollow. Where she stares forward, blankly, not seeing anything.
It is dead silent.
"It's not fair," she whispers.
No answer.
"Not fair," she repeats. "To just… end her. To not even think twice. How— how could she be so cruel? So thoughtless?"
No answer.
And then, quietly, a reply: "What about the others?"
The already still Blue Diamond goes even stiller.
The sound was so quiet, so tiny, she wonders if she imagined it. But no, surely she is not so far gone that she is hearing things. She turns her head, slowly, to the only possible source of the noise.
Her pearl.
Pearls do not speak. They do not voice their own opinions. They should not have opinions of their own at all.
But this one did. And she voiced it. And now she stares up at her Diamond, trembling.
Clearly, the pearl did not think she would overhear.
"What do you mean?" Blue Diamond asks, mystified. "What others?"
The pearl says nothing.
"What others?" Blue Diamond demands.
"The— the other Gems, my Diamond," the pearl stutters, her voice nothing but a whisper. "Pink Diamond's Gems. They'll be shattered. Is— is that fair?"
Blue Diamond hadn't even thought of them. Hadn't even considered.
She considers now.
It's not comparable, of course. The lives of beryls and topazes and morganites and rhodonite and spinels and— of course— rose quartzes, are nothing compared to the life of a Diamond. To the life of Pink Diamond. Pink, so lovely, so sweet, so silly, so young—
Blue tears herself away from those thoughts before she can begin crying again.
She focuses back on the others. They will be shattered. They will be ended too. She supposes that won't be fair.
And Pink. Pink made them.
Pink Diamond may be broken beyond repair. But maybe some things can still be salvaged.
Blue Diamond wakes up. There is something she must do.
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Author's Note: I'll confess, I was incredibly uncomfortable writing anything for this pairing, because of the sheer uncomfortableness of the master/slave relationship between the two of them. So instead, I tried to focus on something about Blue Diamond maybe becoming a little less of an irremediably terrible tyrant, while giving BP as much agency as I could.