I’ve been thinking about how Bismuth will ask Pearl out…. And honestly i have no idea, so what’s ur thoughts?
Are you writing a Fic anon? Jk Jk… unless.
I had a whole write up written out and then I refresh the page and it deleted everything. I’m really pissed off at myself, but that’s what I get for being impatient I guess. Rewriting it now, but better.
anyways, one of the first concepts that I’ve had is Bismuth takes Pearl to one of the places they fought together during the rebellion. (Alternatively, this could be the Ziggurat, where there’s a line like “I know we’ve been really working at moving on from our past…but we can build a future together.” )
They get to the location, and walk around for until Pearl picks up a sword under the brush.
“Oh, Bismuth, Look, it’s one of yours! I’m so glad I found this. We should restore it together.”
Ah, this was going to be much harder than Bismuth thought. That alone made her want to confess.
Regardless, she had a goal.
“Yeah, let’s see if there’s any more.”
So the two go around the battlefield for hours, talking, reminiscing, joking around and even sparring a little. They are immersed in each others company.
As night falls, Pearl sits with her, pointing out constellations in the night sky. A symphony of fireflies float around them.
Bismuth is mentally preparing herself, while trying to pay attention to what Pearl is saying. She looks so radiant, moonlight hitting the surface of her gem.
There’s a lull in the conversation. Bismuth puts her plan into action. She reaches back, turns on the speaker that she conveniently placed in the bushes, and stands up. She holds out her hand to Pearl.
“Dance with me?”
Pearl blushes a brilliant blue, she’s almost a little shy.
“Of course.”
They’re not really dancing at first, just swaying with the music. Bismuth talks to her about now, after the war, little homeworld, teaching other gems and adjusting to this new life.
They dive deeper, discussing feelings, and the unique experiences they share. Things they don’t share with the others.
Bismuth pulls her a little closer. Pearl looks up at her as she confesses her feelings, her voice shaking and tears threatening to spill over.
(now anon, there is a miriad of things bismuth could say, every time I think of this scenario, it changes, but essentially it’s to the tune of, She’s so proud of Pearl for everything, she admires her strength. She doesn’t want to interrupt her self-journey. But she can’t help falling head over heels for her.)
Pearl hugs her, tells her that she feels the same. Bismuth is so important to her. Bismuth is so passionate, and it spurs Pearl to be her own gem. She admires how Bismuth fights for her friends, loves her community.
They share a gentle kiss.
(Okay so, that’s what my original idea was)
Now, before the previous text got deleted, I had written a few other scenarios, like Bismuth accidentally confessing in her sleep. But looking back on them, I don’t think they are serious enough.
I think any scenario that involves Bismuth confessing has to be done seriously, as in just them, focusing on them and what they’ve been through.
something really tender. they both deserve that.
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Hey so I saw this article somewhere it went viral years ago and I think it still is. It is about a girl that lost her memories and fell in love with the same boyfriend she had before she lost her memories, so basically she fell in love with her boyfriend twice.
It's giving Thena and Gilgamesh maybe you could write something about it ><
Thena smiles as she arrives at the familiar street corner with the familiar bakery and its familiar comfort. She just moved to the apartment complex down the street from it, and yet as soon as she saw it, she had a feeling she knew this place.
And she would give anything for that feeling, these days.
Memory loss, they told her. Real, actual amnesia; she thought that was just in the movies and stuff. But apparently it's possible, and she has a gap in her memories seeming to go back as far as last year. She didn't know where she worked, where she lived.
She knows she's Thena, that she works at a museum, that she doesn't have any family for them to call. And...that's about it. It was later on that she learned that she had moved to town less than a year ago. She has a few friends at work who were happy to help her relearn such important things.
The doctors recommended letting things come naturally to her--to not go looking too deliberately for things. Something about putting strain on her mind. Sersi and Kingo were quick to agree with that.
"Thena?"
"Gil," she smiles as soon as she steps into the shop. It's really become a highlight of her day to come in here.
He steps out of the back, looking the same as he always does. He has dark hair, thick and full and almost fluffy at the top of his head. He has a lovely fullness to his cheeks and some traces of facial hair around his lips. He looks more like he could be a boxer or a body builder as opposed to the mild tempered baker he is.
And the way he smiles at her; Thena toys with the strap of her purse as he comes over to lean on the counter closest to her.
"What brings you in today?" he asks, as if she doesn't come in at least once a week for a taste of his pastries. Usually she just has whatever he's put out as a daily special, but she's open to his recommendations.
"I got off work a little early," she answers with a smile of her own, already sitting herself down at one of the few tables in the place. "Thought I'd treat myself to one of your wonderful confections."
"Hm, I think I could help with that," he chuckles, already moving to the door of the pastry case. "How was work today?"
"Mm, the usual," Thena muses, happy watch as Gil plates whatever it is he has for her, laughing as she hears a can of whipped cream. "I'm really getting the special treatment today."
"Well, you don't always get off work early, right?" Gil chuckles as he brings over the plate, and two forks. He sits across from her. "My very special Mont Blanc."
Thena eyes the confection, all fine strings wound together into a mountain peak with cream at the top. She's sure she's smiling like an idiot, but she doesn't much care as she takes just some of the cream at first. "And what's so special about it?"
"Find out," Gil nods his head at it, holding the other fork for himself but waiting for her to get her first taste of it.
"Hm," Thena sighs, digging into the dessert. She isn't sure how, but she knows what mont blanc is. The chestnut paste is familiar and soft on her tongue. She licks her lips. "Vanilla?"
"Good taste," Gil winks at her as he finally takes a bite for himself. "I've been trying to find ways to work vanilla into a lot of my stuff, recently."
"Oh?" Thena asks before taking another eager bite. She looks at him, but he has this expression on his face that makes butterflies spring to life in her. She rushes her eyes away again.
"Guess I was just," Gil pauses, letting his eyes tear themselves away from her slowly, "inspired."
"You know," Thena murmurs, having debated whether or not to bring this up at all. But she's come this far (and left work early to do it, too). "Today is actually my birthday."
"You don't say."
He doesn't sound all that surprised. Thena looks at Gil again, whose expression has gone unreadable. She tilts her head at him, "have I ever told you this before?"
"You must've," he shrugs, putting on his usual bright smile for her. "Well, you've had some dessert already. What else are you going to do for your special day?"
Coming here is the only treat she had thought to get for herself, really. Truly, she hadn't been able to think of anything else she wanted to do than come and have some of Gil's pastries, see Gil, talk to Gil...think about how to ask Gil out without feeling weird about it.
"I suppose I haven't thought about it," Thena mumbles, dragging her fork through the powdered sugar on the plate.
Gil sets his fork down, leaning his elbows onto the edge of the table. He raises an eyebrow at her, and she briefly wonders if anyone has ever told him he looks kind of sexy like that. "Well, you did mention something about your birthday being around now. And you also mentioned...that you were thinking about trying out that new Italian place."
She did? "Which place?"
"I guess it's not that new anymore," Gil muses, his head turned to look out the window as he says it. "Opened a little less than a year ago now. But still--would you like to try it out?"
How did this turn into him asking her out? Not that she's complaining, but she went to all the trouble of working up her nerve. Thena swipes some powdered sugar onto her finger and pops it between her lips. "Do you...like Italian?"
He grins at her, his eyes so much more expressive than his secretive little smiles. "Love it."
"Okay," Thena nods. The butterflies are back. "Well, um, I-"
"How about you go home and get ready, I'll close this place up," he pats the table, looking so sure of himself, "meet you here at 7?"
Thena tilts her head at him again. Sometimes Gil feels so familiar to her it's painful, and then times like this, he still manages to surprise her. "How did you know?"
"Know what?" he asks, picking up her plate and walking back to the counter with it.
"How did you know it was my birthday? And that I wanted Italian?"
Gil sets the plate down, leaning on the counter to look back at her. She could swear she's seen him do that before--look at her like that before. "Just...call it a feeling."
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