Hey guys, this is a snippet of my new KDPH work! I hope you enjoy!
Rumi was squished in between Zoey and Mira on the couch, all of them sleeping soundly, exhausted after their performance. After a while Zoey stirred awake and looked at her friends: Miraās head was on Rumiās shoulder, and she had tugged the fabric down with her face, leaving Rumiās bare skin shining through. Zoey stared at this patch of skin, struggling to remember the last time she had seen Rumiās shoulder, and she found she couldnāt. As she stared something caught her attention, right at the edge of where the fabric began there was a dusky purple mark. Zoey leaned in close, thinking it may be a bruise, and tugged the sweater a little lower. A purple pattern began to reveal itself down Rumiās arm, and Zoey gasped, her hand going to her mouth.
Her thoughts rushed through her head, Rumi had patterns, but how??? Had she made a deal with Gwiāma? She banished that thought as quickly as it appeared, Rumi was the most vehemently anti-demon out of all of them. But then how could she be a demon? Zoey thought back to when she first met Rumi, and she realized that Rumi had always covered her shoulders then too, and if Rumi was a demon then, then Celine must have known. Zoey had thought that Celine would never shelter a demon, much less raise one, and the thought would never have crossed her mind that she would train a demon to be a hunter. But why wouldnāt she tell them, they could never hurt Rumi, demon or not, didnāt she know that?
Our faults and fears must never be seen. The words slapped Zoey in the face like a shock of cold water, she and Mira had never thought about those words too deeply, just accepting it as yet another one of Celineās perfectionisms, but to Rumi it must have meant hide herself, hide who she is. This was why Rumi never went into the bathhouse with them, never went swimming with them, never wore anything less than a long-sleeved t-shirt. Not because she was uncomfortable around them, like they had thought, but because she was uncomfortable in her own skin.
She needed to tell Mira, but at the same time, she knew she couldnāt, because if she and Mira talked to her about it, Rumi would think they were coming after her. She had to talk to Rumi, alone, in a way where Rumi knew that nothing had changed between them, Zoeyās new knowledge didnāt change the way she perceived Rumi.
Rumi stretched and opened her eyes, she looked down at her shoulder casually, her eyes quickly filling with panic when she saw her patterns were exposed, she quickly pulled her sleeve up, casting a furtive glance around to see if anyone saw her patterns. Zoey pretended like she hadnāt been looking and acted casually.
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