My Lovely Goddesses

Ch 7- Rising Realizations

White Diamond's P.O.V

I smile down at Steven's peaceful sleeping form, wondering what he might be dreaming about. It's been a number of hours since him, Blue, Yellow, and I were having some nice, relaxing fun in Blue's pool. Steven was paddling around the entire time, swimming from one end to the other and back again on repeat. Needless to say, it really tuckered him out and I personally volunteered to watch over him as he rested. Though Blue and Yellow both gave me jealous looks, I had to remind them that we shouldn't fight over him so viciously. Besides, Blue already had her turn caring for my little Stardust, so it's past time that I get a turn. Of course, Yellow will keep him in her room the next time he needs a place to sleep, seeing as she'd be more than happy to spend some alone time with him, but that's for later.

Right now, I lay sideways on my bed, gazing down fondly while Steven sleeps on one of my pillows. Due to the size of my bed being designed for how tall I am, the pillow is very large in comparison to him, so it looks like he's sleeping on his own little island of white. Sighing, I smile, feeling happy about being able to be this close to him. In his time here, he's really taught me, as well as Blue and Yellow, a number of things and I do believe that in due time, we may be eventually cleared of our past actions should we continue to improve ourselves for the better. Something I've noticed about him, though, is his reluctance to use his powers. I've never asked about it, but I can take a guess and articulate that it's a deep fear of abusing his powers to the point where he becomes like...us. Biting my lip, I gaze up at the ceiling where the millions of constellations are laid out. So many lives we destroyed....and for what? An empire that would've conquered everything until there was nothing left to conquer. At that point, the only ones that would really deserve to be shattered would be us. Thankfully, that's a future I'll never have to see, but it occasionally haunts my mind as something that could've happened if Steven hadn't shown us the error of our ways.

I then hear a light tapping on the door to my chambers, a muffled voice asking for me. I want to tell whoever it is to go away, that I'm busy when I'm really not and just want more alone time with Steven, but that would require me to speak out loud and more than likely wake him. More tapping sounds and I silently huff in frustration, slowly rising from my comfortable position and standing up next to my bed. I then turn and bend down, lightly kissing Steven on the top of his head before walking swiftly to the door. Opening it ajar, I see it's Yellow and Blue.

"Yes?" I say, indirectly asking why they're here.

"Could we have a word?" Blue asks in response.

"Later, Blue" I promise, my mind consciously thinking about Steven, "I'm a bit preoccupied with something".

"Yes, we're aware of that, White" Yellow adds, her arms folded over one another, "And that's exactly why we wanted to talk".

Biting my lip, I glance back at my sleeping Stardust. I frown, not wanting to leave him all by himself and have him wake up feeling like I left him. But, the sooner I get done talking, the sooner I can get back in bed and resume cuddling with him. Sighing, I open the door a bit more and slip outside, shutting it behind me.

"Alright, what is it you wish to talk about?" I relent.

"Well, Yellow and I couldn't help but feel that Steven's done more to help us than we've done to help him" Blue begins.

"I agree, but what is it that we're capable of helping him with?"  I ask, "As far as I know, we're the ones that actually require help. Steven isn't as damaged or in need of moral correction as us".

"I do see your point, White, but I can speculate about something that Steven could receive help for" Yellow adds.

"And it's feeling loved and feeling like he belongs" Blue says, continuing on for Yellow, "I recognize his behavior of having smiles that cover up sadness. I've done it too, many times before. What I believe is going on with him is that he has things bothering him that he doesn't want to trouble us with by talking about them".