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Written by BluebirdsandCanaries !

“How are you settling in, Dragon’s Breath Opal?”

A Poudrettite smiled up at her from the floor below the small loft where Dragon had decided to perch.

Mainly because it was furthest from her new self-titled “roomie”.

Said roomie was typing away on her log reports, humming a chipper tune to herself.

“Are you comfortable? Do you feel safe? Are you confused, frightened? What are your thoughts on your change in sentence? You must be very grateful!”

Dragon blew small puffs of fire out into the air in front of her and watched them fizzle out into sparks.

“You want a fun fact or two about me, huh?”

Poudrettite chuckled cheerfully, readying her clipboard-like screen.

“Of course! Tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing!”

Dragon flicked around the loose clumps of hair framing her face.

“I very badly want to be justly punished for my crimes, and personally consider being around so many stupidly happy idiots who think they can ‘fix’ me a fate worse than death!”

She glared at Poudrettite.

“Full offense, to you especially.”

Poudrettite typed vigorously, muttering aloud about “curt attitude” and “lashing out as a coping mechanism”.

Dragon growled and slammed her fists on the floor of the small space by the window she’d occupied.

“I’M NOT SICK! STOP TRYING TO DIAGNOSE ME, I’M LITERALLY JUST A VILLAIN! I TAKE PRIDE IN THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW, SO FUCK OFF!”

“Hm. Defensive... raises voice when upset...”

Dragon rolled over and screamed into her hands, kicking the wall repeatedly.

Trapped, trapped, trapped.

She had nowhere she could run, they were all watching her.

She knew who’s fault this was.

It was that stupid, horrible, uncalled for interruption. It was that disgrace of a-

Something chimed through the building and Poudrettite jumped.

“My, my! A visitor already? How exciting!”

She skipped to the door and yanked it open.

Melie stood there, fidgeting with her own hands anxiously.

“H-h-hi.”

Poudrettite beamed brightly.

“Well, hello there, Melo Pearl!”

“Don’t call her that.”

Poudrettite turned to look at Dragon.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said don’t call her that.”

She sneered down at Melie.

“That’s not HER name.”

Melie gulped and stepped forward.

“I... I came to check on you, Dragon. How, um, how are you doing?”

Dragon stared at her.

Completely blank expression.

She smiled as sweetly as her face could manage.

“Poudrettite, could we have a moment alone, please?”

“Oh, I don’t know-“

“I really think it’d help my mental health.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?! I’ll be outside!”

She leaned in close to Melie on her way out.

“Scream if you need me.”

Melie nodded. “Thank you, but I’m not afraid.”

The door closed and Dragon jumped down, shaking the floor beneath them both.

“What do you want from me, Pearl?”

Dragon practically spat the last word.

“Am I entertaining to you? Is this for your amusement? To satisfy some sick, twisted urge to make other gems suffer?”

She grabbed Melo’s arm.

“You should’ve left me at the trial. Why?”

Melie’s knees trembled, but she didn’t lose face.

“They would’ve shattered you.”

Dragon laughed, tongue in cheek.

“What do you think a wanted criminal comes back to Homeworld for? Forgiveness? If I was given the opportunity to run, to live in peace, away from everything I’ve done, wouldn’t I take it?”

Dragon chuckled.

“I’m so fucking miserable, Pearl. I’ve been through enough. I wanted it to end today.

But no. You just had to play hero.”

Melie shrunk away from Dragon’s crazed expression.

“I don’t think you really wanted that, Dragon’s Breath. I think you wanted to come home.”

“Well you thought WRONG. But how could you get it? You’re a joke. You’re a bigger joke than this stupid Envoy Federation is making of ME.”

Dragon pushed Melie into a wall.

“Look at me. LOOK AT ME. Look me in the eyes.”

Melie did as she was told, trying to look as brave as she could.

Dragon stared at her, looking over every part of her form, at all the revolting differences, all the disgusting similarities.

“You’re pathetic. You make me sick.”

“...You don’t have to be so unkind.”

Dragon burst into laughter.

“OH, BUT DON’T I?! YOU’RE A RIOT, AREN’T YOU?! I THOUGHT I WAS INSANE? NOT MENTALLY SOUND? GRIEVING? BECAUSE MELO AND I WERE ‘CLOSE’?”

Dragon air-quoted the last word with her fingers.

“WHY SHOULDN’T I MISBEHAVE?!”

“You were good, before, Dragon! Des told me, Dimmy told me! You were good, and I can help you! You’re just hurting, let me-“

“DON’T. EVER. CALL. ME. DRAGON. AGAIN.”

Melie squeaked and nodded, tears forming in her eyes at how angry Dragon’s Breath looked.

“You wouldn’t know. You wouldn’t know at all.”

Dragon sighed and turned away from her.

“You wouldn’t know what it’s like. To love someone like that.”

She wrapped her arms around herself.

“To be hopelessly in love with someone, to want more than anything to have them, and they just see you as a nuisance. A tool for their schemes. To be treated like an inconvenience, but sticking around anyway. And then finally getting up the nerve to get away from their manipulation and find someone who actually, truly cares. And then in an instant, have them taken from you forever.”

Dragon’s chest was tight and her throat ached.

“She didn’t deserve to die. She was good. So why am I still here, and why is she gone? Why... why do you get to take her place? You don’t deserve any of what you’ve had handed to you. But I bet they all love you, don’t they? Because you’re all they’re gonna get.”

Dragon snarled.

“You aren’t worthy of her likeness. So stop pretending you pity me, and get out.”

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Written by BluebirdsandCanaries !

“How are you settling in, Dragon’s Breath Opal?”

A Poudrettite smiled up at her from the floor below the small loft where Dragon had decided to perch.

Mainly because it was furthest from her new self-titled “roomie”.

Said roomie was typing away on her log reports, humming a chipper tune to herself.

“Are you comfortable? Do you feel safe? Are you confused, frightened? What are your thoughts on your change in sentence? You must be very grateful!”

Dragon blew small puffs of fire out into the air in front of her and watched them fizzle out into sparks.

“You want a fun fact or two about me, huh?”

Poudrettite chuckled cheerfully, readying her clipboard-like screen.

“Of course! Tell me everything you feel comfortable sharing!”

Dragon flicked around the loose clumps of hair framing her face.

“I very badly want to be justly punished for my crimes, and personally consider being around so many stupidly happy idiots who think they can ‘fix’ me a fate worse than death!”

She glared at Poudrettite.

“Full offense, to you especially.”

Poudrettite typed vigorously, muttering aloud about “curt attitude” and “lashing out as a coping mechanism”.

Dragon growled and slammed her fists on the floor of the small space by the window she’d occupied.

“I’M NOT SICK! STOP TRYING TO DIAGNOSE ME, I’M LITERALLY JUST A VILLAIN! I TAKE PRIDE IN THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW, SO FUCK OFF!”

“Hm. Defensive... raises voice when upset...”

Dragon rolled over and screamed into her hands, kicking the wall repeatedly.

Trapped, trapped, trapped.

She had nowhere she could run, they were all watching her.

She knew who’s fault this was.

It was that stupid, horrible, uncalled for interruption. It was that disgrace of a-

Something chimed through the building and Poudrettite jumped.

“My, my! A visitor already? How exciting!”

She skipped to the door and yanked it open.

Melie stood there, fidgeting with her own hands anxiously.

“H-h-hi.”

Poudrettite beamed brightly.

“Well, hello there, Melo Pearl!”

“Don’t call her that.”

Poudrettite turned to look at Dragon.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said don’t call her that.”

She sneered down at Melie.

“That’s not HER name.”

Melie gulped and stepped forward.

“I... I came to check on you, Dragon. How, um, how are you doing?”

Dragon stared at her.

Completely blank expression.

She smiled as sweetly as her face could manage.

“Poudrettite, could we have a moment alone, please?”

“Oh, I don’t know-“

“I really think it’d help my mental health.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?! I’ll be outside!”

She leaned in close to Melie on her way out.

“Scream if you need me.”

Melie nodded. “Thank you, but I’m not afraid.”

The door closed and Dragon jumped down, shaking the floor beneath them both.

“What do you want from me, Pearl?”

Dragon practically spat the last word.

“Am I entertaining to you? Is this for your amusement? To satisfy some sick, twisted urge to make other gems suffer?”

She grabbed Melo’s arm.

“You should’ve left me at the trial. Why?”

Melie’s knees trembled, but she didn’t lose face.

“They would’ve shattered you.”

Dragon laughed, tongue in cheek.

“What do you think a wanted criminal comes back to Homeworld for? Forgiveness? If I was given the opportunity to run, to live in peace, away from everything I’ve done, wouldn’t I take it?”

Dragon chuckled.

“I’m so fucking miserable, Pearl. I’ve been through enough. I wanted it to end today.

But no. You just had to play hero.”

Melie shrunk away from Dragon’s crazed expression.

“I don’t think you really wanted that, Dragon’s Breath. I think you wanted to come home.”

“Well you thought WRONG. But how could you get it? You’re a joke. You’re a bigger joke than this stupid Envoy Federation is making of ME.”

Dragon pushed Melie into a wall.

“Look at me. LOOK AT ME. Look me in the eyes.”

Melie did as she was told, trying to look as brave as she could.

Dragon stared at her, looking over every part of her form, at all the revolting differences, all the disgusting similarities.

“You’re pathetic. You make me sick.”

“...You don’t have to be so unkind.”

Dragon burst into laughter.

“OH, BUT DON’T I?! YOU’RE A RIOT, AREN’T YOU?! I THOUGHT I WAS INSANE? NOT MENTALLY SOUND? GRIEVING? BECAUSE MELO AND I WERE ‘CLOSE’?”

Dragon air-quoted the last word with her fingers.

“WHY SHOULDN’T I MISBEHAVE?!”

“You were good, before, Dragon! Des told me, Dimmy told me! You were good, and I can help you! You’re just hurting, let me-“

“DON’T. EVER. CALL. ME. DRAGON. AGAIN.”

Melie squeaked and nodded, tears forming in her eyes at how angry Dragon’s Breath looked.

“You wouldn’t know. You wouldn’t know at all.”

Dragon sighed and turned away from her.

“You wouldn’t know what it’s like. To love someone like that.”

She wrapped her arms around herself.

“To be hopelessly in love with someone, to want more than anything to have them, and they just see you as a nuisance. A tool for their schemes. To be treated like an inconvenience, but sticking around anyway. And then finally getting up the nerve to get away from their manipulation and find someone who actually, truly cares. And then in an instant, have them taken from you forever.”

Dragon’s chest was tight and her throat ached.

“She didn’t deserve to die. She was good. So why am I still here, and why is she gone? Why... why do you get to take her place? You don’t deserve any of what you’ve had handed to you. But I bet they all love you, don’t they? Because you’re all they’re gonna get.”

Dragon snarled.

“You aren’t worthy of her likeness. So stop pretending you pity me, and get out.”