The ice cubes clinked together in the Lalique crystal glass, the ambrosial scotch rippling and lightening as the chilled water mixed in. She brought it up to her snout and sipped delicately, savoring the smoky, peaty flavor of the 25-year single malt. The bite of the overproof and following warmth in her belly eased some of the tension in her shoulders.
‘I can’t say,’ the foreman had said. ‘You’d better get down here.’
As always a thousand thanks for Writeanon for the story! Keep reading under the cut for more, or go check it out on AO3!
Redesigned evolutions of Spoink, inspired by @bogleech‘s review. I wanted the evolutions to continue on the “springs instead of legs” path. And the depictions I found of “pearls before swine”, aside from the newspaper comic, depicted the pigs with pearl necklaces.
Spoink and co’s psychic energy keep the Clamperl pearls alive. The first one keeps getting bigger and eventually ‘wakes up’.
Idk what the evolutions would be called but they’d be better names than Grumpig.
::: The moonlight did well to light up Pearl’s face even in the complete darkness of the night in Beach City. Her hands were folding and unfolding, fingers pressing together before moving back to lie flat in her lap. Her thoughts were becoming dangerous. And when that happened, she always needed one of the other gems nearby. Even if it wasn’t what she WANTED.
Luckily, she heard low footfalls that she instantly recognized as Garnet’s, but her pride would not allow her to admit what she’d been thinking and even mourning over seconds ago. “Garnet, I-” She wiped her pale cheeks and stared down at her lap. Sitting upon the giant stone shoulders of the temple statue made her feel far away from it all, all the problems on the ground and on Earth as a whole. She wanted to feel distant. It felt RIGHT to keep herself away from Steven and Amethyst when these emotional cycles took hold of her. But Garnet… Garnet’s company felt the most comfortable in times like these.
“It’s so hard not to think of her now… After everything that’s happened…” She let out a shaky sigh. “I wonder if she’d be ashamed of us now… Ashamed of me…” :::
Judge not, that you be not judged. For with what judgment you judge, you will be judged; and with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you. And why do you look at the speck in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me remove the speck from your eye’; and look, a plank is in your own eye? Hypocrite! First remove the plank from your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
Do not give what is holy to the dogs; nor cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you in pieces.