au in which the golden honmoon is impossible solely because one of the hunters is a half demon.
okay, i need to be angsty about this thought. so, prepare yourselves.
celine figures this out. since rumi has been alive, she has been researching demons, collecting old documents and diary entries and everything one can imagine. truly, it was a matter of time before she realised that rumi's existence was hindering the last step needed for the golden honmoon.
they were close, really close. they'd come back home from a show and shove each others' shoulders with a grin; did you see that? a gold streak passed through, i swear, i swear i saw it!
but they weren't there. it wasn't enough and it could never be enough.
of course, the first stage of grief is denial, and since celine had already started mourning rumi (though she was very much alive at that point), she was sure that there was a loophole somewhere. but no, not this time.
it took her weeks, months of postponing the decision. but it had to be done. after all, it was a simple calculation. one person who she loved the most of all or the whole world?
(besides, she already lost dear people before. what's one more?)
there's a concert to be held. rumi gets sick the night before, calls celine, calls bobby. she can't sing, can barely move. her head is thumping, not a migraine, but something resembling one. she feels feverish and confused and dazed.
mira and zoey are ready to cancel the concert, but alas, celine ushers them to go. after all, the fans cannot be disappointed.
and so they go, and celine tells rumi to join her at the compound. she makes her her favourite tea, strokes her hair as if she is 5 years old again. whispers sweet nothings and shares her juvenile memories filled with mischief. offering comfort, knowing this is the last chance to do it.
she doesn't explain in to her. doesn't have the heart.
(she has come so far. she does not hate her reflection anymore, doesn't bury her nails into the markings of her skin. celine cannot let her know that she is cursed after all.)
she just does it. she strikes a blade through her. watches the blood hug her cursedcursedcursed flesh.
in the centre of seoul, the concert is magnificent. what is more magnificent than anything is when it happens. mira and zoey stop to watch it, watch the strings tighten, the iridescent blanket shine more and more with every wave.
when they get home, rumi is nowhere to be found. they call her, but she does not answer.
they go to the compound where celine is kneeling by a new grave, surrounded by the most beautiful gold sheen any hunter has ever seen.
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