[She recoils like she's been slapped and the finger in her face feels like a weapon and she ends up reacting as such, cowering just a bit as she's assaulted with this information. It's not true! She's the great and lovable Peridot! Any time she's around is a gift to those who get to spend time with her! That's how it's always been.
But... if that's true then why hasn't the real Lapis bridged the weird gap between them? Is she grateful that she's pulled back? Is she finally free of her incessant hovering?
That thought is quickly overwritten by the very real situation at hand, however, which is someone right in this moment does not like her. And that is terrifying. It opens too many doors.
Is she, Peridot, not inherently loved by all?
Maybe this is not the lesson she should be taking from this, but it sure is the one that she's become fixated on. Her cowering reaches a point where she can either curl into a fetal ball and wail or she can snap back and, in the end, Peridot's ego always wins. She will not stand here and just take this defamation of her character.
She plants both feet on the ground, clenches her fists at her side, and after a moment of incoherent growling, finally snaps.]
Fine! Then go hang out with someone else. And good luck finding anyone in this place who's as interesting and wonderful and lovable as me, the great Peridot. You'll be back. Heh. [She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to sneer, but it's more of a grimace. She's shaking now and not all of it is anger. Anger is just what she decided on between a buffet of other feelings. Anger has always served her well.
Except where it doesn't.] Maybe I'm the one who's better than anything you've got going on. You just don't want to admit it. [And to punctuate this maturely, she sticks her tongue out.] Nyeh.
no subject
But... if that's true then why hasn't the real Lapis bridged the weird gap between them? Is she grateful that she's pulled back? Is she finally free of her incessant hovering?
That thought is quickly overwritten by the very real situation at hand, however, which is someone right in this moment does not like her. And that is terrifying. It opens too many doors.
Is she, Peridot, not inherently loved by all?
Maybe this is not the lesson she should be taking from this, but it sure is the one that she's become fixated on. Her cowering reaches a point where she can either curl into a fetal ball and wail or she can snap back and, in the end, Peridot's ego always wins. She will not stand here and just take this defamation of her character.
She plants both feet on the ground, clenches her fists at her side, and after a moment of incoherent growling, finally snaps.]
Fine! Then go hang out with someone else. And good luck finding anyone in this place who's as interesting and wonderful and lovable as me, the great Peridot. You'll be back. Heh. [She crosses her arms over her chest and tries to sneer, but it's more of a grimace. She's shaking now and not all of it is anger. Anger is just what she decided on between a buffet of other feelings. Anger has always served her well.
Except where it doesn't.] Maybe I'm the one who's better than anything you've got going on. You just don't want to admit it. [And to punctuate this maturely, she sticks her tongue out.] Nyeh.