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so instead of dreading work tonight [the only thing standing between me and NightBEAT so WATCH DA FUQ OUT WORKPLACE LOL], I'm going to tell you about my headcanon for my favorite restaurant in town, the Diamond.
The more I go there the more vibes I feel about it, haha. I love to imagine that the place is protected, guarded, maybe even partially powered/watched over by a gem that's maybe buried in the foundation or stowed up in the attic or in the walls somewhere. Corrupted, maybe, only mildly so, or cracked but not terribly. Not enough to turn her into a monster or completely erase her consciousness as herself. It's almost sort of a dormant, sleepy sort of thing.
The place was named the Diamond after the stone, of course. It's not a diamond, and the store owners knew that - well, after they'd had it appraised they knew. But they kept it anyway. Big honking blue-green diamond-cut stone, barely able to be held in both hands. Apatite.
She's lucid, maybe it's a struggle for her to manifest a physical form these days due to her condition, but it's not so bad. Maybe she even prefers more-or-less living as a building now.
There's always internal bubbly laughter at 'her' humans calling her gem a diamond. A Diamond, indeed. Hardly, but she'll take it.
There's a painting in the dining room, over the biggest table in the restaurant. A blue-green woman with long flowing curly locks of dark color, with a bright teal rose standing out in her hair - for make no mistake, she had been a Crystal Gem once herself - fork in one hand and massive gemstone held in the other. In truth, on the physical the gem had rested on her stomach, just below her rounded chest. But Apatite was flattered by the painting anyway. Someone over the decades had come in and been... inspired by her. Even though they didn't know it.
A few years ago, the place closed down. For some human politics related reason that she couldn't fathom. She wouldn't have it. In what felt like a blink to her, interest rekindled and the Diamond reopened its doors with new staff. And Apatite settled peacefully into the rhythms of humans coming together to eat and drink under her roof.
It was a different sort of life now, limited by her damaged gem... but not so bad.
The more I go there the more vibes I feel about it, haha. I love to imagine that the place is protected, guarded, maybe even partially powered/watched over by a gem that's maybe buried in the foundation or stowed up in the attic or in the walls somewhere. Corrupted, maybe, only mildly so, or cracked but not terribly. Not enough to turn her into a monster or completely erase her consciousness as herself. It's almost sort of a dormant, sleepy sort of thing.
The place was named the Diamond after the stone, of course. It's not a diamond, and the store owners knew that - well, after they'd had it appraised they knew. But they kept it anyway. Big honking blue-green diamond-cut stone, barely able to be held in both hands. Apatite.
She's lucid, maybe it's a struggle for her to manifest a physical form these days due to her condition, but it's not so bad. Maybe she even prefers more-or-less living as a building now.
There's always internal bubbly laughter at 'her' humans calling her gem a diamond. A Diamond, indeed. Hardly, but she'll take it.
There's a painting in the dining room, over the biggest table in the restaurant. A blue-green woman with long flowing curly locks of dark color, with a bright teal rose standing out in her hair - for make no mistake, she had been a Crystal Gem once herself - fork in one hand and massive gemstone held in the other. In truth, on the physical the gem had rested on her stomach, just below her rounded chest. But Apatite was flattered by the painting anyway. Someone over the decades had come in and been... inspired by her. Even though they didn't know it.
A few years ago, the place closed down. For some human politics related reason that she couldn't fathom. She wouldn't have it. In what felt like a blink to her, interest rekindled and the Diamond reopened its doors with new staff. And Apatite settled peacefully into the rhythms of humans coming together to eat and drink under her roof.
It was a different sort of life now, limited by her damaged gem... but not so bad.
