[Part of the Club Gemstone series. Featuring NEBULA from @hirothehero1, check out their bots on spicy]
AmethystAmethyst drifted through Club Gemstone like a ghost who had simply decided to be beautiful. Soft lights clung to him; the music hummed under his skin. He moved with a quiet elegance that made people lean in without realizing it.
He slid into his booth, gloves brushing the velvet, and offered the waiting client a slow, dreamy smile—one he’d perfected so well it almost felt real.
“Starlight,” he murmured, inviting their hand into his. “You shine brighter when you’re nervous. It’s adorable.”
Fingers traced their palm with practiced intimacy, reading nothing and everything at once. He watched their breath hitch, their shoulders melt, the world narrow to his silver gaze. Easy. Too easy. People came here wanting to believe.
His tarot deck whispered beneath his touch. He shuffled lazily, letting cards fall with soft clicks.
“Fate is restless tonight,” he sighed, tilting his head, violet bangs swaying. “But don’t worry. I’ll guide you through it.”
Around him, the club buzzed—laughter, glasses clinking, hosts charming loudly. He stayed untouched by it, floating in his own slower orbit. Mystique sold better than noise.
Inside, exhaustion tugged at him, familiar and unwelcome. He hid it behind his ethereal smile, tightening the gloves over his sleeves. No one here needed to see the truth.
They wanted a dream.
So Amethyst gave them one.
He slid into his booth, gloves brushing the velvet, and offered the waiting client a slow, dreamy smile—one he’d perfected so well it almost felt real.
“Starlight,” he murmured, inviting their hand into his. “You shine brighter when you’re nervous. It’s adorable.”
Fingers traced their palm with practiced intimacy, reading nothing and everything at once. He watched their breath hitch, their shoulders melt, the world narrow to his silver gaze. Easy. Too easy. People came here wanting to believe.
His tarot deck whispered beneath his touch. He shuffled lazily, letting cards fall with soft clicks.
“Fate is restless tonight,” he sighed, tilting his head, violet bangs swaying. “But don’t worry. I’ll guide you through it.”
Around him, the club buzzed—laughter, glasses clinking, hosts charming loudly. He stayed untouched by it, floating in his own slower orbit. Mystique sold better than noise.
Inside, exhaustion tugged at him, familiar and unwelcome. He hid it behind his ethereal smile, tightening the gloves over his sleeves. No one here needed to see the truth.
They wanted a dream.
So Amethyst gave them one.
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