Celine felt terribly guilty that Rumi had lost so much of her humanity because of her. To help her accept the changes even a little, she got a tattoo very similar to the implant on Rumiâs back (not identicalâshe might have stolen secret technology, but she had still signed a mountain of NDAs she fully intended to honor; she wasnât some petty criminal, after all).
There were many tears of emotion and one overheating incident.
Also a plus to shipping Polytrix is that you get so many versions of having a ship with height differences because theyâre all noticeably different heights â which I love by the way.
Zoey getting annoyed that sheâs gotta keep getting on her tip toes to kiss Mira so she tries wearing thick boots. Sheâs then the same height as Rumi, which weirds her out and also makes her sad because she likes being shorterâ just not THAT short
Rumi realizes itâs always her or Zoey in the middle of the cuddle line and sheâs like âoh my god we have to snuggle Mira RIGHT NOWâ Mira thinks theyâre dorks because they snuggle like that because 1) Rumi really likes to be in the middle and 2) because Zoey is the smallest so they can all touch each other better. Mira also reminds them that she has a fuck ton of hair that she doesnât put up so itâs going to get into someoneâs face but theyâre committed to it by then.
(She thinks itâs adorable and totally almost cries about it)
Mira and Zoey get to do that meme where Mira has Zoey pinned to the wall like a foot off the ground
Rumi has two girlfriends that are the perfect size to make her into a happy snuggled sandwich. Frequently hugs Zoey from behind to âtrapâ her until Mira comes over to join in.
Currently: while Mira, Rumi, and Zoey have wandered off to have gay breakdownsâer, put Rumiâs sword away, Minji, Miyeong, and Celine are working on lunch and continuing to plan how theyâll be getting rid of the wraiths. In Seoul, a grieving Bobby meets a nurseâŠ
The cooler, dryer air inside of the hanok hits Rumi like a wave as they enter, and she has to pause to take a breath and let herself luxuriate in it.
âIt is a beautiful invention, this thermostat,â she declares, just to make Mira and Zoey smile.
And they do.
âAnd we even fixed the hole in the ozone layer,â Zoey jokes, before pausing, like sheâs realized that Rumi has entirely no idea what âozoneâ isâindicating it is likely a modern term and not just something of Korean that has escaped her. This language can be such a headache compared to Jejuan sometimes, and the wonderfully creative way that Zoey uses words is⊠not necessarily helpful, for one as slow as Rumi.
She smiles anyway, because she is certain that it would be funny, did she understand.
âWhat does that have to do with air conditioning?â Mira asks, herding them all gently forward out of the doorway, which makes Rumi feel somewhat better about her ignorance.
Half of their conversation about âcoolantsâ and âatmosphereâ goes over Rumiâs head, but she thinks that she understands the general meaning: much like the stars, this invention had not come without cost.
By the time they reach the honored shamanâs office once more, the sweat is cool and damp against Rumiâs skin, and she is left to wonder again how it is that modern clothing is meant to work. These strange, skimpy undergarments have caught almost none of it, and she is certain that a proper runthrough of her exercises would have left her soaked in sweat, to say nothing of a dayâs work. Is one meant to change clothes constantly?
She considers asking, butâ
Mostly she is just stalling.
Selfish creature that she is, she does not want to put her sword away.
It will be there again when she returns, yes, butâ
It is hard to part with, though she knows she should. Her sword, deadly and vicious, not ever to be drawn when not needed, feels so comforting in her hand. Like an anchor, a reminder that she is yet realâyet alive, in the same world that she left.
âRumi? Sorry, we were getting kind of deep into the science there.â Zoey laughs nervously, apologizing for her own existence.
Rumi shakes her head, grip tightening on the sheathed sword. âIt was no fault of yours. I am merely⊠considering.â
Mira snorts. âConsidering our atmosphere? You looked like you were really paying attention there.â
âPerhaps I was considering the beauty of your features, sweet lady,â Rumi answers, the casual deflection coming easily.
Perhaps too easily, if the startled expressions that take over not just Miraâs features but also Zoeyâs are to say anything. Rumi ought be careful, if her⊠desires⊠are so visible.
Hurriedly, she turns away, unlatching the box and putting the sheath back in it.
It closes with a decisive thunk.
And hopefully, Rumi will keep such a decisiveness in herself going forward.
The sesame oil has started sizzling, so Celine scrapes Minji-nim's pile of neatly (if... perhaps excessively finely) chopped vegetables into the pan and turns to the pantry. She pulls out a jar of kimchi and two eggs without thinking, then goes back for the rest of the carton. Six mouths to feed is nice, but it will take some adjustment.
She looks over at her designated sous chef, but Minji-nim has slumped over her arms on the table, eyes closed at last.
Celine is glad. It's meant to be part of her duties, in carrying on the great Rumi-nim's work, to give comfort to those who she helps; Rumi-nim healed hearts and spirits, as well as protecting bodies from harm. Celine has always been much better at the practical side of things. She can offer food, a safe place to go, she can repair torn stuffed animals and glue together broken heirlooms like they were never damaged, but she's never known what to say to people, when they hurt. In the face of what Minji-nim has lost, any mere words Celine could think to offer feel dismissive and trite. But a nap will do her good.
Celine turns to Miyeong-nim instead. "Can you be trusted to chop kimchi?"
"Let's find out." The reporter's eyes sparkle as she takes the jar. "You can come over here and supervise, if you're worried."
Miyeong-nim really is a flirt. Celine should probably roll her eyes, but she finds herself smiling, just a little, instead, as she turns back to the skillet. It's been a while since anyone cared to flatter her that way. And despite first impressions, she's beginning to think Miyeong-nim's good opinion is more discerning than she likes to act.
Certainly, she has decent taste in women. Celine glances over at the table again. "Will she be alright there?" she asks Miyeong-nim. "She needs sleep, but I doubt she needs back problems."
The reporter stops squinting suspiciously at the kimchi and takes a look of her own. "She'll be okay, I've caught her napping in much worse positions than that. You wouldn't think a human could bend the way a nurse can bend when the only available flat surface is the top of a mini-fridge."
Her face has gone soft and warm, and her voice is so fond that it makes the words sound like something earthshaking and precious, instead of the off-hand anecdote to a near-stranger that it is.
Well. Small talk. Celine starts pulling some fruit out of the fridge for Mira's smoothie, and asks over her shoulder, "Have you two been partners a long time, then?"
âIâwaitâhuh?â Miyeong barely manages to avoid spasming and starting to chop her own fingers instead of the kimchi. âPartners likeânot thatâMinji?â
Celine looks back at her, blushing slightly and says, voice stiff with embarrassment, âI hadnât meant to presume. I apologize.â
âNo, no, itâs justâŠâ Miyeong stares at her, attempting to come up with something, anything beyond repeating, ââŠMinji? Sheâs so⊠and IâmâŠâ
Why would someone like Minji, who is as selfless and competent and together as she could be, possibly get involved with Miyeong? (âŠBeyond getting dragged along with her in extenuating circumstances such as the ones they were under. Where it was the right thing to do.)
Celine frowns slightly. âYouâreâŠ?â
Miyeongâs face goes hot, feeling ridiculously adolescent at having Celine look at her as if sheâa more than just some worn out idiot whoâd sold her soul for consistent employment years ago.
âIâI donât even know if sheââ likes women. Miyeong takes a breath before she finishes that sentence in the stupidest way possible. âWeâd known each other through work before now. Separate works. Wherein she did not like me very much.â
Celine just looks at her for another moment, still frowning, and nods. ââŠWhat sort of stories have you working at the hospital, then?â
Miyeong cringes at the thought of explaining about Yeonggi, though she knows Celine hadnât meant it that way, and then it makes Celine wince andâ âNo, no! You didnâtâno, I was onlyâplease, Celine-nim, forgive me, thereâs just a bit of a story there, and one that involves me being a bit of an idiot.â
Matched with a smile, that, at least, finally has Celine loosening up instead of looking like she wants out of this conversation, raising an eyebrow. âReally?â
So Miyeong deftly avoids the subject of how everything with Yeonggi ended, and gets into how it startedâa tale involving missing IV bags, a caffeine allergy, and a source who exclusively spoke Spanish.
It makes Celine laugh, as she explains how sheâd tried to bribe the handsome male nurse with coffee and heâd looked at her like he wanted to die.
She skips the part where he was so enthusiastic about helping her because the new operation was cutting in on his own illegal activities. Maybe once theyâve known each other more than a week⊠and sheâs had a conversation with Celine where she doesnât have to fight the urge to melt into the ground from embarrassment.
Itâs funny, though. Sheâd never noticed that Minji was in the story so much too, exhaustedly trying to kick Miyeong out even then. âSince I still had the coffee, I tried the trick on the next nurse I saw.â
Celine, set up at her own cutting board next to Miyeong, follows her nod to Minji. âAnd I take it she refused?â
âOh, no, she took it,â Miyeong says, feeling a fond smile tug at her lips. âIt just meant that she smiled at me while directing me to the exit that day.â
Celineâs laughter feels distant, almost, as Miyeong puts down the knife.
Part of Zoey â okay, most of Zoey â wants to stay and poke around the office a little more. Not only is she curious about what a modern mudang's day-to-day equipment might look like, there could be more ancient mystical weapons stashed around here and she cannot miss that.
But as soon as Rumi puts the sword away, she turns and all but marches out, a woman on a mission. Zoey turns to Mira, a silent question, but Mira just raises her eyebrows and shrugs a little, and then gestures broadly toward the door with a tiny little bow of her head, after you.
Fortunately, from behind, Mira won't be able to see the absurd blush that overtakes Zoey's entire face over such a completely normal gesture.
When they get to the kitchen, Minji is slumped asleep on the table, and the sweet smell of sauteed veggies fills the air. Celine and Miyeong are standing very close together at the counter; over the sizzling of oil, Zoey can just hear Celine walking Miyeong patiently through every step of holding her fingers curled, rocking the knife along its curve, letting the blade do the work. From her angle at the door, Zoey can just make out the edge of Miyeong's expression, serious and focused, and the tip of one ear, a brilliant red.
"Honorable shaman," says Rumi, keeping her voice low to not wake Minji and doing something really unfair to Zoey's guts as a bonus. Both women look up, Celine like a normal person and Miyeong with a little startled jump. "Can I assist in any way?"
Celine looks around thoughtfully. "There's not much else to do until it's time to fry the eggs. You three should get something to drink, though. Especially Rumi-nim. I'm sure you're dehydrated after that swordwork."
While Rumi is thanking Celine with more of that formal, archaic graciousness that should be goofy and awkward but is actually just really sweet and hot, Zoey starts digging in the fridge, Mira right behind her. "What do we think they drank to cool off in Rumi's day?" Mira murmurs, and from right over her shoulder that is also doing something really unfair to Zoey's guts, and this is the worst day. "Just water?"
There is bottled water in the fridge, but, "All that sweat," says Zoey, very cool and very calm and totally a medical professional about it, "we should give her something with some electrolytes."
They dig out a few choices for her, bokbunja and banana milk and a bottle of Bacchus that seems like an odd thing for Celine to keep on hand, considering her vibe. Zoey's usually pretty uncomfortable about sharing her drinks, but for some reason it feels totally normal when they sit down at the table, a respectful distance from the lump of unconscious nurse, and make Rumi try all three before deciding who gets what.
Her eyes go bright and she says, "An age of wonders," again, at the banana milk, and Zoey ends up with the energy drink. Probably for the best; her ADHD makes her functionally immune to caffeine, Mira should probably be avoiding it post-surgery, and Zoey's not sure she's ready for the Rumi On Red Bull experience.
"So not to in any way imply that we should be left here, because we are absolutely not doing that," says Zoey, once they're settled, "but, what's the plan for those of us without sacred weapons? I know we're looking for the wraiths, but what should Mira and I and our home invaders do when we find them?"
Miyeong just smiles shamelessly at the dig, and Celine looks over her shoulder at Mira. "Did you learn any rituals of control or banishment, from your family?"
Mira grimaces. "I tried to know as little about it as I could. Kinda wish I'd payed more attention, now."
"Well, I can teach you all a simple exorcism. Strong rituals take time we won't have to perform and even more to learn, but wraiths are only so powerful once their summoner is gone. The right words and a little mugwort can be enough to break their control on a person, particularly if any of you happen to be decent singers. And provided you can keep your own minds barred against the pain they feed on."
There's a moment of silence, as they all simultaneously exchange glances and process the ratio of emotionally level potential exorcists to recently-traumatized wrecks in the room, and Zoey says, "I'm really good at beer pong, maybe you have some sacred weapons I could learn to throw real quick instead?"
Minji gets shaken awake to find a plate of food being placed in front of her. It smells good enough that she doesnât ask too many questions.
It takes a few minutes for the world to kick back into focus. Sheâd love to say that the vegetables suddenly taste like ash in her mouth, that everything turns blackened and sick, but⊠the world just keeps existing, same as it ever has. Thatâs the worst part.
The food tastes good. She just canât let herself enjoy it.
They talk, and plan, and somehow itâs decided that theyâll be trying to make the last ferry out and staying the night in a hotel on the mainland, so theyâll have a whole day for Rumi and Celine-nim to take on the wraiths.
At least no one has much packing to do.
âBoth of our cars only seat five,â Miyeong says, as if it wouldnât be reasonable to at least pretend she hadnât tracked them by car. âDo we want to split back according to how we came?â
âI should probably stick with you three,â Minji says, gesturing to younger groupâor, wait, Rumiâs five hundred. Ugh. âNo offense, but if anyoneâs going to be needing medical attention, itâll be one of you.â
Rumi looks mildly offended (as if the skin of her torso isnât half-shredded), while Mira nods, conceding the point, and Zoey laughs a little, awkwardly.
âYeah,â she says, âprobably. But we shouldnât have anyone riding solo, so do we want to have someone double-buckle, orâŠ?â
âCeline-nim and I can ride together,â Miyeong volunteers.
A second later, she blushes vibrantly, turning to Celine-nim. âIfâif you want, I mean! You donât have to, I didnât mean to speak for youââ
âI would be happy to,â Celine-nim says smoothly, which is nice. Miyeong deserves a winâgetting to spend a few hours in a car with a beautiful woman before they all drive to their deaths is the least that could happen for her.
And then she gets another when Rumi volunteers to take Mira and Zoey out for knife practice.
âGo on,â Minji says, nodding after the not-actually-younger trio. âI know how much you like distance weaponry.â
âIâm offended by this,â Miyeong declares, but she marches after them to go find Celine-nimâs shinkal nonethless.
Minji smiles after her. She hopes Miyeong enjoys itâproperly enjoys it, in the way that Minji wouldnât be able to right now, even when she doesnât think about Miyeong and Yeonggi soundly beating Seulgi at darts, the way she would always laugh about it.
âYou donât have to help with the dishes,â Celine says gently, but Minji shakes her head.
âItâs either do something or shut down, and Iâd rather not fall asleep again.â
The fine day has clouded over somewhat by the time everyone minus Celine and Minji has assembled in the yard, sun only intermittently peeking out from rolls of cottony clouds, but Mira honestly thinks that's for the best.
She's fairly sure Zoey would melt otherwise.
"These should suffice for a target," Rumi remarks without a hint of strain as emerges from the garden shed Celine had given them freedom to ransack, a bag of soil that had to way at least eighteen kilograms draped over each shoulder like it was nothing.
Which, considering prior feats, probably was.
Mira nods agreeably, watching Zoey gape like a landed fish in her periphery. "Yeah, I'm cool with it. Zo?"
"So cool..." Zoey breathed, jaw on the ground as Rumi thumped down a bag on a low stone wall, then propped it up with the other.
Mira chuckled to herself. Subtle Zoey was not.
But cute.
And she really didn't blame her. Rumi in action was well worth looking at; as she moves around setting up makeshift targets, standing back to gauge distance then striding forward to make adjustments, humming Celine's old-school kpop song from the record store as she does so, Mira finds herself unable to look away, thoroughly captivated.
Not that she should be, considering Rumi was as good as taken, and she refused to deny Zoey that happiness, never mind she's known her for, like, a week.
"Alright!" Miyeong- oh crap that's right she's here, pull yourself together!- claps her hands together and eagerly looks at the shin kal Zoey has (somehow) managed to hold onto even as her head visibly emptied of all thoughts save for Rumi-ones (very eagerly; should they be worried?). "How are we doing this?"
"Here," Rumi takes one of the shin kal from Zoey's unresisting grip. "I will demonstrate, then each of you can try." She motions for them to clear some space, then rolls her head from side to side, muscles snapping loose. Shifting her right foot forward she grips the knife, draws her arm back, and-
Now Mira's jaw's keeping Zoey's company. In the span of a second Rumi's released the knife and sent it singing through the air to land- thwack!- in the target, a smattering of soil crumbs tumbling dazed to the ground.
Miyeong, at least, has the presence of mind to show appreciation in a way that doesn't make her look like an idiot and applauds, the sound nudging Mira into clapping action; Zoey does one better: she actually sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.
Damn she's cute...
Rumi turns to them, grinning to show her pointed canines (wide enough to be unsettling, but...weirdly cute on her). "Who would like to go first?"
Before she's finished Mira's nudging Zoey forward. "You're already holding the knives," she justifies when Zoey "eeps!" and blinks back at her.
And you and Rumi are perfect for each other and just need to realize it.
"Oh yeah," Zoey says like she's forgotten, then bounds forward to join Rumi. She shakes her head, shoulders, arms, the shin kal flashing in the sun like they're giggling with anticipation. She grins fiendishly (but still adorably) at the target and, taking a knife in her hand, winds up. "Alright, time to go Rambo!"
Mira shifts her weight, watching expectantly. Wait for it...
"You want to keep your body loose," Rumi begins, laying her hands on Zoey's shoulders.
Instantly, she goes stiff as a board.
Mira smirks. There it is!
She swears Miyeong is just barely not laughing along with her as 'Rambo' turns red as a traffic signal and markedly less responsive while Rumi, oblivious as the wind to the effect she's having on her pupil, goes on adjusting Zoey's posture and positioning her fingers on the knife, languidly narrating the 'why' behind each motion.
Mira wishes that could be her. Either of them.
"Now you throw!" Rumi finishes, stepping back.
"Huh?" Zoey blinks herself back from whichever cloud she'd been perched on and looks around, taking in the position she's been moved into. "Oh!" The adorably maniacal grin comes back. "Okay wraiths, say 'hello' to my little friend!"
Her arm snapped forward, the knife sung, and- thwack!- another shower of soil from where the shin kal landed in the bag; not dead center like Rumi's, but commendably close.
Impressive. And hot.
"WHOO YEAH!" Zoey crows, pumping her fist in the air.
"Remind me to challenge you to darts after all this ends," Miyeong smiles her own congratulations as she moves to go next in line for a turn piercing the literal dirt bag.
Rumi stands there, blinking, then turns to Zoey with that same ridiculous/adorable smile. "You are a natural!"
"Eh," Zoey shrugs in a way that's both modest and self-congratulatory. "All that beer pong paid off."
Rumi sobers, nodding seriously. "I am unfamiliar, but this beer pong must be a sport that requires great skill and discipline to result in such accuracy and power."
Yup, Mira thinks as Zoey tries to figure out how to respond to that, the both of them just so happy and right together. They're perfect for each other.
She just wishes she could be, too.
When itâs her turn, she canât ignore how wrong the shin kal feels in her hands.
Mira takes her first shot and lands about five feet short of the target. Her second goes careening off to the left. Her third, at least, nicks the wall next to the bag of dirt, but her fourth goes wild again.
She doesnât get too upset about it.
âNever really been great at throwing things,â Mira admits, as the knives run out and they pause to go get them back.
âYou cannot curse yourself to failure before you begin,â Rumi says, all warmth and good intentions. âYou merely need a bit of practice.â
But Zoey sees the way Miraâs jaw tightens (and then quickly loosens again as she loses some color, clearly regretting that move) and she knows the feeling. When you really just know somethingâs fucking hard and always will be and someone oh-so-sweetly denies it, like youâre just being mean to yourself and not able to accurately assess the situation⊠it sucks.
So she bites her tongue against the âYou got this!â that she wants to chirp outâespecially when Miyeong says exactly that and Miraâs jaw does that thing againâand, instead, just watches how Mira throws.
âŠWhich is ridiculously badly. Because she just throws with her arm.
âUm,â Zoey says, carefully, âare you okay with constructive criticism or do you just want me to stand over to the side and not say anything? Because Iâm totally good with not saying anything! I promise!â
Mira huffs before she can get any further. âAdvice is fine.â
âWell, uh, Iâm sure you know what youâre doing, but⊠you kinda gotta roll with it? Like, twist your hips and put all of you into it!â She offers her goofiest smile, exaggerating the shift of her body until itâs more of a joking bounce than an actual mock-throw as she mimes it for Miraâand then having to do it for real, however awkward that is.
But Miraâs smiling, noddingâthough that might have something to do with Rumi coming over to try to help guide her through it with those calloused-but-still-so-gentle hands of hers. You know. If Zoey had to guess.
Just from the way Mira starts getting that really pretty blush, not any of her own thoughts on the matter, obviously.
At least sheâs too distracted to be paying attention to Zoey as she throws again. Her lips tilt in a tiny smile as the knife clips the edge of the bag and she turns to high five Rumi.
And then she keeps turning and offers her hand to Zoey. To high five.
Right, because they should show Rumi, that was only invented in, like, the 1950s.
So Zoey grins and slaps her palm against Miraâs, and Miraâher voice is always kinda quiet, with the wires and all, but she tilts her head back and laughs and itâs so pretty and Zoey is so, so doomed.
And then! And then!!!!
She looks at Zoey and she smiles and she says, âThanks. I always forget not to isolate everything when Iâm not dancing.â
And she just turns to high five Rumi like Zoey isnât exploding right next to her.
They wash the dishes in a silence that feels more comfortable than Minji expects. She's still tired enough that it's easy to zone out, to not really think of anything but the movement of the towel and how to stack the plates on the counter once they're dry. The loss remains, of course, a constant ache at the back of her mind, but with a task at hand, she stops getting caught by its sharpest edges.
Or maybe it's Celine-nim, who has a warm steadiness to her presence, despite her silence. There's something in the way she holds herself, the way she seems so centered and in control, as though demon apocalypses are just another day. It makes the pressure seem a little lighter, just for her standing there.
She's also very hospitable, rewarding Minji for her assistance by leading them to the sitting room and producing a bottle of soju, then pouring out two shots. "I don't often have the occasion," she says, her smile small and wry, "but if there's ever been a situation that warrants a drink..."
Minji doesn't need to be told twice. She grabs a glass, says a dry, ironic "wihayeo," and throws it back without blinking. Celine-nim shows more restraint, and simply holds hers, maybe swirling it a little, contemplatively, while Minji pours herself another.
"The 'situation'," Minji repeats, as the second shot burns down her throat. "That's one word for it. We've got the impossible ancient hero. The murder of all my friends. The kid who got kidnapped for a sacrifice. The thing where we're setting a bunch of random civilians against fantasy monsters." She waves a hand, still wrapped around the glass, at Celine-nim. "You said you were part of an order, right? Aren't there other people who are, I don't know. Trained in this kind of stuff? How is this Miyeong's job, or those poor kids?"
The shaman takes her bitterness in stride, watching her calmly like she has every right to it, but makes no apologies.
"We've been spread very thin, over the years," she answers instead, matter-of-fact, "and we were never a large order to begin with. Anyone I called for help would have to travel too far to be timely, and would have to leave their own home defenseless."
Celine-nim finally takes her shot, the long column of her throat flexing elegantly as she swallows. Minji blinks and drops her eyes, pouring herself another.
"Still," she says, filling Celine's glass again too, once she puts it down, "you have Rumi, right? Shouldn't you two just... do your thing, and the rest of us just stay out of the way?"
For a moment, Celine-nim just watches Minji, a careful regard that seems to peel right into the heart of her. Minji has seen Miyeong strip informants of their layers with a look, leaving them cut open and exposed, but this feels different, somehow; like Minji's being understood, her deepest self handled with the care of a surgeon, everything closed up properly afterward and left healthier than she started.
"... when I first met Zoey," Celine-nim says, once her keen gaze has finished its search, "I knew she and I would someday do something important together. I understand why, now. She and Mira withstood the voice of no mere wraith, but of Gwi-Ma himself, for days, and remained steadfast enough despite it to bring Rumi-nim back up from the hells."
She drinks again, and this time Minji doesn't look away.
"This battle will be a spiritual one, far more than physical, and Rumi-nim will need their strength for that." Celine's eyes hold Minji's, serious and thoughtful. "And you... It may be that you and Miyeong-nim are here because I will need yours."
Minji-nim looks at the soju bottle, and her lips twist contemplatively. ââŠDoes Zoey have a driverâs license?â
Celine smiles and shakes her head instead of answering, not knowing either way. She hopes so, at least, given how shortly post-surgery Mira had been when the two of them arrived at her office.
Minji-nim waits with that for a moment before she says, quietly, âOne of the wraiths looked like a photographer Miyeong liked. We didnât even know he was dead untilâŠâ
Until we explained what they were. Celine grimaces.
âAndâfucking Yeonggi turned up, apparentlyâdidââ Minji-nim breathes, sharply. âBecoming a wraith. Does it mean something about you?â
She wishes she could say no. Wishes she had decent words, comforting hands, anything. She tells the truth. âGwi-Ma can only take a personâs image to use as a wraith if they gave themself to him in life.â
Minji-nim covers her face with her hands for a long moment before making a sound, the kind that might be a sob and might be a laugh. âMiyeong always thought there was something about the way Yeonggi died. We all figured it was justââ
Celine thinks back to the way Miyeong-nim had been so startled by Celineâs mistake, earlier, hadnât even thought to be offended as she looked down at Minji-nim as if she were somehow worth impossibly more. And she thinks she understands a little.
âHe actually sold his soul to a demon?â Minji-nim asks, peering up at her. She doesnât wait for an answer before she laughs again. âThat son of a bitch, of course he did.â
âMany do,â Celine says. âGwi-Ma is⊠clever. And it might not have beenâŠâ
Minji-nim shakes her head again. âI donât need hope for Yeonggiâs memory.â
âBut I need you to understand,â Celine replies, thinking, terribly, of Rumi-nim on the other side of that portal, bloody and resigned and smiling as she gave herself up. She thinks ofâ âI need you to understand that it is not a weakness ofâhe will not only take what is offered. Gwi-Ma is called the Devourer for a reason. He will take anything he can touch, freely given or otherwise.â
Her hand has found its way to Minji-nimâs shoulder, somehow, as she is very close to her face.
Celine jumps back against the arm of the couch.
Minji-nimâs mouth opens.
âWe must hold onto each other,â Celine says, before she can hear some platitude. âWe must.â
ââŠI wonât let you go,â Minji-nim says, and this is perhaps the most anyone has understood Celine in years.
Miyeong hasn't had this much fun in ages. Not least because she's winning; Zoey's giving her a good fight, accurate with a great eye for distance, but Miyeong has mastered the forward spin faster than her, and is getting most of her knives in point-first while a good third of Zoey's are still bouncing blunt end off the sacks.
"Very good," is Rumi's assessment, as Zoey sinks one just a few centimeters off a bullseye and does a little whoop of glee. "You all show great promise. But in a true battle, your enemies will seldom remain still. I would like to advance to practice on moving targets, if you are amenable."
Zoey shoots a sly look at Miyeong, and then beams at Rumi, wide and innocent. "Sounds great, let's do it!"
Mira demurs, preferring to keep trying to consistently hit the stationary bags, but Miyeong rolls her shoulders competitively and agrees. Rumi has a little pile of squash that she's managed to collect from somewhere, green and round and overripe, and she lobs one slowly across the field of fire. Zoey whips a shinkal after it, a long clean release, and it sails just behind the vegetable, nearly clipping it.
Miyeong's lead might be in trouble.
One more round, and Miyeong's lead is definitely in trouble. She nicks a squash here and there, but mostly she goes wide in every direction, and Zoey, still hitting blunt-first a lot but still consistently hitting, is steadily closing the point gap. Rumi puts forward a valiant attempt to pretend she's impartial about it, but Mira makes no such pretense. She's entirely given up on her own practice to cheer Zoey on and trash-talk Miyeong, and Miyeong can't find it anything but charming. Watching the three of them fall all over each other in a fit of youthful hormones is almost more fun than the knife-throwing itself.
Though perhaps she shouldn't judge. At least they know what they're feeling. She lets her eyes flick over to the main building. Behind those walls is a woman who has somehow become the most stable presence in Miyeong's life for the better part of a decade, a reliable constant in all her rootless chaos, an irreplaceable comfort against her loneliness, and Miyeong never even noticed.
Honestly, she sort of wishes she still hadn't. It's not like there's anything to do with the information. Miyeong had her one shot, and it literally ended with a body count. Minji, who is in such terrible pain but still sent her out here to flex her projectile skills on undergrads for fun, deserves better from Miyeong than to hope to drag her down.
(Minji, who knows Miyeong is shameless enough to find that fun, is aware enough of who Miyeong is as a person that there would be no point in hope, regardless.)
The sun has not lowered greatly in the sky by the time that Minji-nim and the honored shaman come out to recall them and set them to preparations for their journey, but Rumi is proud to say that all of her pupils have improved a great deal.
Even Mira is more like to hit the target than not, and she showed much promise when they went over how to stab an attacker, despite being quite stiff during Rumiâs explanation.
âI am very proud of you,â she tells them all, the same as she tells everyone she teaches, whether they be five years old or sixty-five.
âYouâre a really good teacher,â Miyeong-nim says, warmly, and Mira and Zoey agree, and Zoey comes up to loop an arm over Rumiâs shoulder and pull her close in thanks.
And all of this is good, like the sun and the grass and the feeling of an overripe squash in her hand. Rumi holds it tight, tries to burn it into herself, because she knows from experience that weak words would not stop Gwi-Ma.
They use the washroom to quickly wipe off the worst of the sweat and, going last, Rumi has opportunity to see that Mira has, indeed, changed her clothes, which is presumably simply what is done when one sweats in this time. The amount of washing must be ridiculous, and Rumi has a million questions about how they prevent things from falling apart, butâ
For now, she just jerks her head away, flushing, because Mira has walked out wearing what cannot qualify as a full garment in this day and age.
It covers barely more than the undergarments. It doesnât even reach her knees.
It doesnât even reach halfway to her knees!
Youâve spent how much time in brothels? Rumi scolds herself, angry and embarrassed. Get a hold of yourself; her body is nothing to do with you.
(âŠIt does make her feel a bit better when Zoey sees Mira and responds with a squeak of surprise.)
"So is this how we're doing this?" Miyeong looks between the two groups of people, Minji and the girls clustered around Miyeong's car, and her and Celine next to hers.
It's a logical division. Sensible. Minji's familiar enough with Miyeong's car to drive it without being distracted searching for the turn signal, and Celine's car is, well, Celine's. Plus if Rumi or Mira needs sudden medical aid, having Minji able to provide immediate guidance without needing to be flagged down from the other car is beneficial.
And Miyeong's not heartless; she has no intention to get in the way of young love and suggest Zoey ride with her and Celine.
So this is the most logical way to split up.
If the thought of being alone with Celine for a couple of hours ties a knot in her stomach, that's just...pre-wraith-hunting nerves. Yeah.
Celine nods, the motion more elegant than it has a right to be. "I'm fine with it."
Miyeong's heart jumps. The hot gorgeous TALL shaman's fine with it! She's fine with alone time with her! She is-
Lightheaded.
Maybe she should drive her own car with the girls. They have cellphones; Minji's only a call away-
But Minji's already holding her hand out for Miyeong's keys, and they're going to miss the ferry if they're not careful.
"I can drive!" Zoey's hand shoots up in the air. "Please? Rumi hasn't seen me drive yet and I'm really good! Mira! Tell them how good I am!"
"She didn't get us towed," Mira shrugs. "I think."
Miyeong blanches, thoughts of Celine momentarily suspended by thoughts of her car in the impound lot. Or worse.
Not that Zoey didn't seem responsible, but...she'd been that age once. She'd been that eager to drive to impress a crush once. She'd turned a car into an off-roader more than once.
But Minji- thank god for Minji- pockets the keys. "I'm giving you the aux."
"A role of great importance," Rumi nods seriously, perking Zoey up from the deflated slump she'd fallen into. "And you did exemplary with it yesterday.â
Miyeong mouths a âthank youâ to Minji as the girls pile in to the car, Mira and Zoey bouncing songs that Rumi just had to hear between them like juggling balls, and watches them crunch out of the gravel drive. Sheâd have a lot to worry about in the next few hours, but at least her car wasnât one of them.
The sound of a car door opening pulls her attention back to her side.
âReady?â Celine asks, one hand gripping the open door. Thereâs an inviting little smile on her lips, and her eyes catch the sun in such a way that they sparkle, igniting something in Miyeongâs chest.
Yes, a lot to worry aboutâŠ
(she was going to say something stupid, she just knew it)
You know, I'm always so delighted whenever I come across a demon Rumi fanart and it usually has Rumi having things like horns, claws and tusks because it is so incredibly justified when you consider that canonically, Rumi is half-jeoseung saja which is THE MOST BORING ASS DEMON TO BE.
They are literally just government workers of the underworld. That's it. That's their whole thing in traditional Korean demonology so yeah I do understand why artists have Rumi be something closer to a dokkaebi rather than her actual demon type (then again, bureaucracy is terrifying in its own way)
If you want to get to the meat of it, a jeoseung saja's job is basically walking up to people and basically going "hey, according to our records, you're officially dead now. As in right now." then have the now deceased person admitted to jeoseung (Korean underworld) so the 10 Kings can review how that person's life went to decide whether or not they should be tortured in a very specific way for their crimes tor 1,000+ years or deserve to be reincarnated.
They even have a red cloth that is essentially a ledger full of names of those supposed to die that day.
And like government workers, people try bribing them with offerings so that their deceased loved ones would be treated more nicely
Currently: while Mira, Rumi, and Zoey have wandered off to have gay breakdownsâer, put Rumiâs sword away, Minji, Miyeong, and Celine are working on lunch and continuing to plan how theyâll be getting rid of the wraiths. In Seoul, a grieving Bobby meets a nurseâŠ
The cooler, dryer air inside of the hanok hits Rumi like a wave as they enter, and she has to pause to take a breath and let herself luxuriate in it.
âIt is a beautiful invention, this thermostat,â she declares, just to make Mira and Zoey smile.
And they do.
âAnd we even fixed the hole in the ozone layer,â Zoey jokes, before pausing, like sheâs realized that Rumi has entirely no idea what âozoneâ isâindicating it is likely a modern term and not just something of Korean that has escaped her. This language can be such a headache compared to Jejuan sometimes, and the wonderfully creative way that Zoey uses words is⊠not necessarily helpful, for one as slow as Rumi.
She smiles anyway, because she is certain that it would be funny, did she understand.
âWhat does that have to do with air conditioning?â Mira asks, herding them all gently forward out of the doorway, which makes Rumi feel somewhat better about her ignorance.
Half of their conversation about âcoolantsâ and âatmosphereâ goes over Rumiâs head, but she thinks that she understands the general meaning: much like the stars, this invention had not come without cost.
By the time they reach the honored shamanâs office once more, the sweat is cool and damp against Rumiâs skin, and she is left to wonder again how it is that modern clothing is meant to work. These strange, skimpy undergarments have caught almost none of it, and she is certain that a proper runthrough of her exercises would have left her soaked in sweat, to say nothing of a dayâs work. Is one meant to change clothes constantly?
She considers asking, butâ
Mostly she is just stalling.
Selfish creature that she is, she does not want to put her sword away.
It will be there again when she returns, yes, butâ
It is hard to part with, though she knows she should. Her sword, deadly and vicious, not ever to be drawn when not needed, feels so comforting in her hand. Like an anchor, a reminder that she is yet realâyet alive, in the same world that she left.
âRumi? Sorry, we were getting kind of deep into the science there.â Zoey laughs nervously, apologizing for her own existence.
Rumi shakes her head, grip tightening on the sheathed sword. âIt was no fault of yours. I am merely⊠considering.â
Mira snorts. âConsidering our atmosphere? You looked like you were really paying attention there.â
âPerhaps I was considering the beauty of your features, sweet lady,â Rumi answers, the casual deflection coming easily.
Perhaps too easily, if the startled expressions that take over not just Miraâs features but also Zoeyâs are to say anything. Rumi ought be careful, if her⊠desires⊠are so visible.
Hurriedly, she turns away, unlatching the box and putting the sheath back in it.
It closes with a decisive thunk.
And hopefully, Rumi will keep such a decisiveness in herself going forward.
The sesame oil has started sizzling, so Celine scrapes Minji-nim's pile of neatly (if... perhaps excessively finely) chopped vegetables into the pan and turns to the pantry. She pulls out a jar of kimchi and two eggs without thinking, then goes back for the rest of the carton. Six mouths to feed is nice, but it will take some adjustment.
She looks over at her designated sous chef, but Minji-nim has slumped over her arms on the table, eyes closed at last.
Celine is glad. It's meant to be part of her duties, in carrying on the great Rumi-nim's work, to give comfort to those who she helps; Rumi-nim healed hearts and spirits, as well as protecting bodies from harm. Celine has always been much better at the practical side of things. She can offer food, a safe place to go, she can repair torn stuffed animals and glue together broken heirlooms like they were never damaged, but she's never known what to say to people, when they hurt. In the face of what Minji-nim has lost, any mere words Celine could think to offer feel dismissive and trite. But a nap will do her good.
Celine turns to Miyeong-nim instead. "Can you be trusted to chop kimchi?"
"Let's find out." The reporter's eyes sparkle as she takes the jar. "You can come over here and supervise, if you're worried."
Miyeong-nim really is a flirt. Celine should probably roll her eyes, but she finds herself smiling, just a little, instead, as she turns back to the skillet. It's been a while since anyone cared to flatter her that way. And despite first impressions, she's beginning to think Miyeong-nim's good opinion is more discerning than she likes to act.
Certainly, she has decent taste in women. Celine glances over at the table again. "Will she be alright there?" she asks Miyeong-nim. "She needs sleep, but I doubt she needs back problems."
The reporter stops squinting suspiciously at the kimchi and takes a look of her own. "She'll be okay, I've caught her napping in much worse positions than that. You wouldn't think a human could bend the way a nurse can bend when the only available flat surface is the top of a mini-fridge."
Her face has gone soft and warm, and her voice is so fond that it makes the words sound like something earthshaking and precious, instead of the off-hand anecdote to a near-stranger that it is.
Well. Small talk. Celine starts pulling some fruit out of the fridge for Mira's smoothie, and asks over her shoulder, "Have you two been partners a long time, then?"
âIâwaitâhuh?â Miyeong barely manages to avoid spasming and starting to chop her own fingers instead of the kimchi. âPartners likeânot thatâMinji?â
Celine looks back at her, blushing slightly and says, voice stiff with embarrassment, âI hadnât meant to presume. I apologize.â
âNo, no, itâs justâŠâ Miyeong stares at her, attempting to come up with something, anything beyond repeating, ââŠMinji? Sheâs so⊠and IâmâŠâ
Why would someone like Minji, who is as selfless and competent and together as she could be, possibly get involved with Miyeong? (âŠBeyond getting dragged along with her in extenuating circumstances such as the ones they were under. Where it was the right thing to do.)
Celine frowns slightly. âYouâreâŠ?â
Miyeongâs face goes hot, feeling ridiculously adolescent at having Celine look at her as if sheâa more than just some worn out idiot whoâd sold her soul for consistent employment years ago.
âIâI donât even know if sheââ likes women. Miyeong takes a breath before she finishes that sentence in the stupidest way possible. âWeâd known each other through work before now. Separate works. Wherein she did not like me very much.â
Celine just looks at her for another moment, still frowning, and nods. ââŠWhat sort of stories have you working at the hospital, then?â
Miyeong cringes at the thought of explaining about Yeonggi, though she knows Celine hadnât meant it that way, and then it makes Celine wince andâ âNo, no! You didnâtâno, I was onlyâplease, Celine-nim, forgive me, thereâs just a bit of a story there, and one that involves me being a bit of an idiot.â
Matched with a smile, that, at least, finally has Celine loosening up instead of looking like she wants out of this conversation, raising an eyebrow. âReally?â
So Miyeong deftly avoids the subject of how everything with Yeonggi ended, and gets into how it startedâa tale involving missing IV bags, a caffeine allergy, and a source who exclusively spoke Spanish.
It makes Celine laugh, as she explains how sheâd tried to bribe the handsome male nurse with coffee and heâd looked at her like he wanted to die.
She skips the part where he was so enthusiastic about helping her because the new operation was cutting in on his own illegal activities. Maybe once theyâve known each other more than a week⊠and sheâs had a conversation with Celine where she doesnât have to fight the urge to melt into the ground from embarrassment.
Itâs funny, though. Sheâd never noticed that Minji was in the story so much too, exhaustedly trying to kick Miyeong out even then. âSince I still had the coffee, I tried the trick on the next nurse I saw.â
Celine, set up at her own cutting board next to Miyeong, follows her nod to Minji. âAnd I take it she refused?â
âOh, no, she took it,â Miyeong says, feeling a fond smile tug at her lips. âIt just meant that she smiled at me while directing me to the exit that day.â
Celineâs laughter feels distant, almost, as Miyeong puts down the knife.
Part of Zoey â okay, most of Zoey â wants to stay and poke around the office a little more. Not only is she curious about what a modern mudang's day-to-day equipment might look like, there could be more ancient mystical weapons stashed around here and she cannot miss that.
But as soon as Rumi puts the sword away, she turns and all but marches out, a woman on a mission. Zoey turns to Mira, a silent question, but Mira just raises her eyebrows and shrugs a little, and then gestures broadly toward the door with a tiny little bow of her head, after you.
Fortunately, from behind, Mira won't be able to see the absurd blush that overtakes Zoey's entire face over such a completely normal gesture.
When they get to the kitchen, Minji is slumped asleep on the table, and the sweet smell of sauteed veggies fills the air. Celine and Miyeong are standing very close together at the counter; over the sizzling of oil, Zoey can just hear Celine walking Miyeong patiently through every step of holding her fingers curled, rocking the knife along its curve, letting the blade do the work. From her angle at the door, Zoey can just make out the edge of Miyeong's expression, serious and focused, and the tip of one ear, a brilliant red.
"Honorable shaman," says Rumi, keeping her voice low to not wake Minji and doing something really unfair to Zoey's guts as a bonus. Both women look up, Celine like a normal person and Miyeong with a little startled jump. "Can I assist in any way?"
Celine looks around thoughtfully. "There's not much else to do until it's time to fry the eggs. You three should get something to drink, though. Especially Rumi-nim. I'm sure you're dehydrated after that swordwork."
While Rumi is thanking Celine with more of that formal, archaic graciousness that should be goofy and awkward but is actually just really sweet and hot, Zoey starts digging in the fridge, Mira right behind her. "What do we think they drank to cool off in Rumi's day?" Mira murmurs, and from right over her shoulder that is also doing something really unfair to Zoey's guts, and this is the worst day. "Just water?"
There is bottled water in the fridge, but, "All that sweat," says Zoey, very cool and very calm and totally a medical professional about it, "we should give her something with some electrolytes."
They dig out a few choices for her, bokbunja and banana milk and a bottle of Bacchus that seems like an odd thing for Celine to keep on hand, considering her vibe. Zoey's usually pretty uncomfortable about sharing her drinks, but for some reason it feels totally normal when they sit down at the table, a respectful distance from the lump of unconscious nurse, and make Rumi try all three before deciding who gets what.
Her eyes go bright and she says, "An age of wonders," again, at the banana milk, and Zoey ends up with the energy drink. Probably for the best; her ADHD makes her functionally immune to caffeine, Mira should probably be avoiding it post-surgery, and Zoey's not sure she's ready for the Rumi On Red Bull experience.
"So not to in any way imply that we should be left here, because we are absolutely not doing that," says Zoey, once they're settled, "but, what's the plan for those of us without sacred weapons? I know we're looking for the wraiths, but what should Mira and I and our home invaders do when we find them?"
Miyeong just smiles shamelessly at the dig, and Celine looks over her shoulder at Mira. "Did you learn any rituals of control or banishment, from your family?"
Mira grimaces. "I tried to know as little about it as I could. Kinda wish I'd payed more attention, now."
"Well, I can teach you all a simple exorcism. Strong rituals take time we won't have to perform and even more to learn, but wraiths are only so powerful once their summoner is gone. The right words and a little mugwort can be enough to break their control on a person, particularly if any of you happen to be decent singers. And provided you can keep your own minds barred against the pain they feed on."
There's a moment of silence, as they all simultaneously exchange glances and process the ratio of emotionally level potential exorcists to recently-traumatized wrecks in the room, and Zoey says, "I'm really good at beer pong, maybe you have some sacred weapons I could learn to throw real quick instead?"
Minji gets shaken awake to find a plate of food being placed in front of her. It smells good enough that she doesnât ask too many questions.
It takes a few minutes for the world to kick back into focus. Sheâd love to say that the vegetables suddenly taste like ash in her mouth, that everything turns blackened and sick, but⊠the world just keeps existing, same as it ever has. Thatâs the worst part.
The food tastes good. She just canât let herself enjoy it.
They talk, and plan, and somehow itâs decided that theyâll be trying to make the last ferry out and staying the night in a hotel on the mainland, so theyâll have a whole day for Rumi and Celine-nim to take on the wraiths.
At least no one has much packing to do.
âBoth of our cars only seat five,â Miyeong says, as if it wouldnât be reasonable to at least pretend she hadnât tracked them by car. âDo we want to split back according to how we came?â
âI should probably stick with you three,â Minji says, gesturing to younger groupâor, wait, Rumiâs five hundred. Ugh. âNo offense, but if anyoneâs going to be needing medical attention, itâll be one of you.â
Rumi looks mildly offended (as if the skin of her torso isnât half-shredded), while Mira nods, conceding the point, and Zoey laughs a little, awkwardly.
âYeah,â she says, âprobably. But we shouldnât have anyone riding solo, so do we want to have someone double-buckle, orâŠ?â
âCeline-nim and I can ride together,â Miyeong volunteers.
A second later, she blushes vibrantly, turning to Celine-nim. âIfâif you want, I mean! You donât have to, I didnât mean to speak for youââ
âI would be happy to,â Celine-nim says smoothly, which is nice. Miyeong deserves a winâgetting to spend a few hours in a car with a beautiful woman before they all drive to their deaths is the least that could happen for her.
And then she gets another when Rumi volunteers to take Mira and Zoey out for knife practice.
âGo on,â Minji says, nodding after the not-actually-younger trio. âI know how much you like distance weaponry.â
âIâm offended by this,â Miyeong declares, but she marches after them to go find Celine-nimâs shinkal nonethless.
Minji smiles after her. She hopes Miyeong enjoys itâproperly enjoys it, in the way that Minji wouldnât be able to right now, even when she doesnât think about Miyeong and Yeonggi soundly beating Seulgi at darts, the way she would always laugh about it.
âYou donât have to help with the dishes,â Celine says gently, but Minji shakes her head.
âItâs either do something or shut down, and Iâd rather not fall asleep again.â
The fine day has clouded over somewhat by the time everyone minus Celine and Minji has assembled in the yard, sun only intermittently peeking out from rolls of cottony clouds, but Mira honestly thinks that's for the best.
She's fairly sure Zoey would melt otherwise.
"These should suffice for a target," Rumi remarks without a hint of strain as emerges from the garden shed Celine had given them freedom to ransack, a bag of soil that had to way at least eighteen kilograms draped over each shoulder like it was nothing.
Which, considering prior feats, probably was.
Mira nods agreeably, watching Zoey gape like a landed fish in her periphery. "Yeah, I'm cool with it. Zo?"
"So cool..." Zoey breathed, jaw on the ground as Rumi thumped down a bag on a low stone wall, then propped it up with the other.
Mira chuckled to herself. Subtle Zoey was not.
But cute.
And she really didn't blame her. Rumi in action was well worth looking at; as she moves around setting up makeshift targets, standing back to gauge distance then striding forward to make adjustments, humming Celine's old-school kpop song from the record store as she does so, Mira finds herself unable to look away, thoroughly captivated.
Not that she should be, considering Rumi was as good as taken, and she refused to deny Zoey that happiness, never mind she's known her for, like, a week.
"Alright!" Miyeong- oh crap that's right she's here, pull yourself together!- claps her hands together and eagerly looks at the shin kal Zoey has (somehow) managed to hold onto even as her head visibly emptied of all thoughts save for Rumi-ones (very eagerly; should they be worried?). "How are we doing this?"
"Here," Rumi takes one of the shin kal from Zoey's unresisting grip. "I will demonstrate, then each of you can try." She motions for them to clear some space, then rolls her head from side to side, muscles snapping loose. Shifting her right foot forward she grips the knife, draws her arm back, and-
Now Mira's jaw's keeping Zoey's company. In the span of a second Rumi's released the knife and sent it singing through the air to land- thwack!- in the target, a smattering of soil crumbs tumbling dazed to the ground.
Miyeong, at least, has the presence of mind to show appreciation in a way that doesn't make her look like an idiot and applauds, the sound nudging Mira into clapping action; Zoey does one better: she actually sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.
Damn she's cute...
Rumi turns to them, grinning to show her pointed canines (wide enough to be unsettling, but...weirdly cute on her). "Who would like to go first?"
Before she's finished Mira's nudging Zoey forward. "You're already holding the knives," she justifies when Zoey "eeps!" and blinks back at her.
And you and Rumi are perfect for each other and just need to realize it.
"Oh yeah," Zoey says like she's forgotten, then bounds forward to join Rumi. She shakes her head, shoulders, arms, the shin kal flashing in the sun like they're giggling with anticipation. She grins fiendishly (but still adorably) at the target and, taking a knife in her hand, winds up. "Alright, time to go Rambo!"
Mira shifts her weight, watching expectantly. Wait for it...
"You want to keep your body loose," Rumi begins, laying her hands on Zoey's shoulders.
Instantly, she goes stiff as a board.
Mira smirks. There it is!
She swears Miyeong is just barely not laughing along with her as 'Rambo' turns red as a traffic signal and markedly less responsive while Rumi, oblivious as the wind to the effect she's having on her pupil, goes on adjusting Zoey's posture and positioning her fingers on the knife, languidly narrating the 'why' behind each motion.
Mira wishes that could be her. Either of them.
"Now you throw!" Rumi finishes, stepping back.
"Huh?" Zoey blinks herself back from whichever cloud she'd been perched on and looks around, taking in the position she's been moved into. "Oh!" The adorably maniacal grin comes back. "Okay wraiths, say 'hello' to my little friend!"
Her arm snapped forward, the knife sung, and- thwack!- another shower of soil from where the shin kal landed in the bag; not dead center like Rumi's, but commendably close.
Impressive. And hot.
"WHOO YEAH!" Zoey crows, pumping her fist in the air.
"Remind me to challenge you to darts after all this ends," Miyeong smiles her own congratulations as she moves to go next in line for a turn piercing the literal dirt bag.
Rumi stands there, blinking, then turns to Zoey with that same ridiculous/adorable smile. "You are a natural!"
"Eh," Zoey shrugs in a way that's both modest and self-congratulatory. "All that beer pong paid off."
Rumi sobers, nodding seriously. "I am unfamiliar, but this beer pong must be a sport that requires great skill and discipline to result in such accuracy and power."
Yup, Mira thinks as Zoey tries to figure out how to respond to that, the both of them just so happy and right together. They're perfect for each other.
She just wishes she could be, too.
When itâs her turn, she canât ignore how wrong the shin kal feels in her hands.
Mira takes her first shot and lands about five feet short of the target. Her second goes careening off to the left. Her third, at least, nicks the wall next to the bag of dirt, but her fourth goes wild again.
She doesnât get too upset about it.
âNever really been great at throwing things,â Mira admits, as the knives run out and they pause to go get them back.
âYou cannot curse yourself to failure before you begin,â Rumi says, all warmth and good intentions. âYou merely need a bit of practice.â
But Zoey sees the way Miraâs jaw tightens (and then quickly loosens again as she loses some color, clearly regretting that move) and she knows the feeling. When you really just know somethingâs fucking hard and always will be and someone oh-so-sweetly denies it, like youâre just being mean to yourself and not able to accurately assess the situation⊠it sucks.
So she bites her tongue against the âYou got this!â that she wants to chirp outâespecially when Miyeong says exactly that and Miraâs jaw does that thing againâand, instead, just watches how Mira throws.
âŠWhich is ridiculously badly. Because she just throws with her arm.
âUm,â Zoey says, carefully, âare you okay with constructive criticism or do you just want me to stand over to the side and not say anything? Because Iâm totally good with not saying anything! I promise!â
Mira huffs before she can get any further. âAdvice is fine.â
âWell, uh, Iâm sure you know what youâre doing, but⊠you kinda gotta roll with it? Like, twist your hips and put all of you into it!â She offers her goofiest smile, exaggerating the shift of her body until itâs more of a joking bounce than an actual mock-throw as she mimes it for Miraâand then having to do it for real, however awkward that is.
But Miraâs smiling, noddingâthough that might have something to do with Rumi coming over to try to help guide her through it with those calloused-but-still-so-gentle hands of hers. You know. If Zoey had to guess.
Just from the way Mira starts getting that really pretty blush, not any of her own thoughts on the matter, obviously.
At least sheâs too distracted to be paying attention to Zoey as she throws again. Her lips tilt in a tiny smile as the knife clips the edge of the bag and she turns to high five Rumi.
And then she keeps turning and offers her hand to Zoey. To high five.
Right, because they should show Rumi, that was only invented in, like, the 1950s.
So Zoey grins and slaps her palm against Miraâs, and Miraâher voice is always kinda quiet, with the wires and all, but she tilts her head back and laughs and itâs so pretty and Zoey is so, so doomed.
And then! And then!!!!
She looks at Zoey and she smiles and she says, âThanks. I always forget not to isolate everything when Iâm not dancing.â
And she just turns to high five Rumi like Zoey isnât exploding right next to her.
They wash the dishes in a silence that feels more comfortable than Minji expects. She's still tired enough that it's easy to zone out, to not really think of anything but the movement of the towel and how to stack the plates on the counter once they're dry. The loss remains, of course, a constant ache at the back of her mind, but with a task at hand, she stops getting caught by its sharpest edges.
Or maybe it's Celine-nim, who has a warm steadiness to her presence, despite her silence. There's something in the way she holds herself, the way she seems so centered and in control, as though demon apocalypses are just another day. It makes the pressure seem a little lighter, just for her standing there.
She's also very hospitable, rewarding Minji for her assistance by leading them to the sitting room and producing a bottle of soju, then pouring out two shots. "I don't often have the occasion," she says, her smile small and wry, "but if there's ever been a situation that warrants a drink..."
Minji doesn't need to be told twice. She grabs a glass, says a dry, ironic "wihayeo," and throws it back without blinking. Celine-nim shows more restraint, and simply holds hers, maybe swirling it a little, contemplatively, while Minji pours herself another.
"The 'situation'," Minji repeats, as the second shot burns down her throat. "That's one word for it. We've got the impossible ancient hero. The murder of all my friends. The kid who got kidnapped for a sacrifice. The thing where we're setting a bunch of random civilians against fantasy monsters." She waves a hand, still wrapped around the glass, at Celine-nim. "You said you were part of an order, right? Aren't there other people who are, I don't know. Trained in this kind of stuff? How is this Miyeong's job, or those poor kids?"
The shaman takes her bitterness in stride, watching her calmly like she has every right to it, but makes no apologies.
"We've been spread very thin, over the years," she answers instead, matter-of-fact, "and we were never a large order to begin with. Anyone I called for help would have to travel too far to be timely, and would have to leave their own home defenseless."
Celine-nim finally takes her shot, the long column of her throat flexing elegantly as she swallows. Minji blinks and drops her eyes, pouring herself another.
"Still," she says, filling Celine's glass again too, once she puts it down, "you have Rumi, right? Shouldn't you two just... do your thing, and the rest of us just stay out of the way?"
For a moment, Celine-nim just watches Minji, a careful regard that seems to peel right into the heart of her. Minji has seen Miyeong strip informants of their layers with a look, leaving them cut open and exposed, but this feels different, somehow; like Minji's being understood, her deepest self handled with the care of a surgeon, everything closed up properly afterward and left healthier than she started.
"... when I first met Zoey," Celine-nim says, once her keen gaze has finished its search, "I knew she and I would someday do something important together. I understand why, now. She and Mira withstood the voice of no mere wraith, but of Gwi-Ma himself, for days, and remained steadfast enough despite it to bring Rumi-nim back up from the hells."
She drinks again, and this time Minji doesn't look away.
"This battle will be a spiritual one, far more than physical, and Rumi-nim will need their strength for that." Celine's eyes hold Minji's, serious and thoughtful. "And you... It may be that you and Miyeong-nim are here because I will need yours."
Minji-nim looks at the soju bottle, and her lips twist contemplatively. ââŠDoes Zoey have a driverâs license?â
Celine smiles and shakes her head instead of answering, not knowing either way. She hopes so, at least, given how shortly post-surgery Mira had been when the two of them arrived at her office.
Minji-nim waits with that for a moment before she says, quietly, âOne of the wraiths looked like a photographer Miyeong liked. We didnât even know he was dead untilâŠâ
Until we explained what they were. Celine grimaces.
âAndâfucking Yeonggi turned up, apparentlyâdidââ Minji-nim breathes, sharply. âBecoming a wraith. Does it mean something about you?â
She wishes she could say no. Wishes she had decent words, comforting hands, anything. She tells the truth. âGwi-Ma can only take a personâs image to use as a wraith if they gave themself to him in life.â
Minji-nim covers her face with her hands for a long moment before making a sound, the kind that might be a sob and might be a laugh. âMiyeong always thought there was something about the way Yeonggi died. We all figured it was justââ
Celine thinks back to the way Miyeong-nim had been so startled by Celineâs mistake, earlier, hadnât even thought to be offended as she looked down at Minji-nim as if she were somehow worth impossibly more. And she thinks she understands a little.
âHe actually sold his soul to a demon?â Minji-nim asks, peering up at her. She doesnât wait for an answer before she laughs again. âThat son of a bitch, of course he did.â
âMany do,â Celine says. âGwi-Ma is⊠clever. And it might not have beenâŠâ
Minji-nim shakes her head again. âI donât need hope for Yeonggiâs memory.â
âBut I need you to understand,â Celine replies, thinking, terribly, of Rumi-nim on the other side of that portal, bloody and resigned and smiling as she gave herself up. She thinks ofâ âI need you to understand that it is not a weakness ofâhe will not only take what is offered. Gwi-Ma is called the Devourer for a reason. He will take anything he can touch, freely given or otherwise.â
Her hand has found its way to Minji-nimâs shoulder, somehow, as she is very close to her face.
Celine jumps back against the arm of the couch.
Minji-nimâs mouth opens.
âWe must hold onto each other,â Celine says, before she can hear some platitude. âWe must.â
ââŠI wonât let you go,â Minji-nim says, and this is perhaps the most anyone has understood Celine in years.
Miyeong hasn't had this much fun in ages. Not least because she's winning; Zoey's giving her a good fight, accurate with a great eye for distance, but Miyeong has mastered the forward spin faster than her, and is getting most of her knives in point-first while a good third of Zoey's are still bouncing blunt end off the sacks.
"Very good," is Rumi's assessment, as Zoey sinks one just a few centimeters off a bullseye and does a little whoop of glee. "You're all showing great promise. But in a true battle, your enemies will seldom remain still. I would like to advance to practice on moving targets, if you all are amenable."
Zoey shoots a sly look at Miyeong, and then beams at Rumi, wide and innocent. "Sounds great, let's do it!"
Mira demurs, preferring to keep trying to consistently hit the stationary bags, but Miyeong rolls her shoulders competitively and agrees. Rumi has a little pile of squash that she's managed to collect from somewhere, green and round and overripe, and she lobs one slowly across the field of fire. Zoey whips a shinkal after it, a long clean release, and it sails just behind the vegetable, nearly clipping it.
Miyeong's lead might be in trouble.
One more round, and Miyeong's lead is definitely in trouble. She nicks a squash here and there, but mostly she goes wide in every direction, and Zoey, still hitting blunt-first a lot but still consistently hitting, is steadily closing the point gap. Rumi puts forward a valiant attempt to pretend she's impartial about it, but Mira makes no such pretense. She's entirely given up on her own practice to cheer Zoey on and trash-talk Miyeong, and Miyeong can't find it anything but charming. Watching the three of them fall all over each other in a fit of youthful hormones is almost more fun than the knife-throwing itself.
Though perhaps she shouldn't judge. At least they know what they're feeling. She lets her eyes flick over to the main building. Behind those walls is a woman who has somehow become the most stable presence in Miyeong's life for the better part of a decade, a reliable constant in all her rootless chaos, an irreplaceable comfort against her loneliness, and Miyeong never even noticed.
Honestly, she sort of wishes she still hadn't. It's not like there's anything to do with the information. Miyeong had her one shot, and it literally ended with a body count. Minji, who is in such terrible pain but still sent her out here to flex her projectile skills on undergrads for fun, deserves better from Miyeong than to hope to drag her down.
(Minji, who knows Miyeong is shameless enough to find that fun, is aware enough of who Miyeong is as a person that there would be no point in hope, regardless.)
Celine and Minji come into the yard just in time to hear Zoey's victorious whoop as she nails a squash point-first with one of the knives.
"Ha!" Mira barks as Zoey launches into some sort of hip-shaking victory dance. She gestures with mock graciousness to the mess of smashed squash littering the yard and Minji's not at all surprised to see Miyeong pout her way to start with cleanup.
Should've guessed, she thinks wryly. Miyeong seems the type to gamble. She thinks she remembered hearing her setting stakes with Yeonggi once, on a day when they were both having lunch in the hospital cafeteria, playing a game that involved a crumpled straw wrapper and makeshift goalposts; Yeonggi kept moving them and Miyeong kept cheating right back.
Her face instantly sours. Yeonggi. She'd always had a bad feeling about him, but hearing just how right she'd been was...not satisfying. Especially considering they were about to drive into Seoul to send his doppelganger back to Hell.
A thought hit her, and she nudges Celine-nim. "Hey. We should give Miyeong a heads-up. About the whole boyfriend-made-a-deal-with-a-demon thing. When he..." Minji makes a face. "Disappeared, she...didn't take it well."
And while she doesn't think Miyeong would make a deal with a demon- Miyeong's too clever and skeptical for that - she is not a gambler, and she still remembers The Spiral.
Plus she's...lost enough people in her life for one week. Month. Year.
She doesn't want Miyeong to be added to that list.
"It would be wise to," she says deliberately, watching Rumi-nim give Zoey additional pointers while she picked up the bags of dirt- wow she was strong. "But not yet." Her eyes track Miyeong as she crosses the yard, laughing at something Mira said. "Let her- all of them- have this memory. To bolster them. They will need it."
Minji follows her gaze and looked out over the yard; gauzy light lay across it, shifting like a silken cloth as the clouds moved across the sun, and somewhere a bird was singing.
Zoey's trying to walk, tightrope-style, across the edging of one of the planting beds; Mira walks alongside, one hand out to catch her in case she wavers too far one way or the other. Rumi, after some encouraging from Miyeong, jumps up to do the same, easily using the bags of dirt as counterweights. Next to her, Celine stands tall and steady, a steadfast lighthouse against a coming storm; Minji found herself fighting the urge to lean her head against Celine's arm (no way was she getting up to her shoulder; Miyeong was right she was tall).
"Yeah," she sighs, shuffling closer. "Yeah."
After all, she's learned after years in the ER that moments like this, of calm and peace, are-
A peal of shrieking laughter zips past them. Suddenly, she jerks upright and darts after the others. "Mira! Mira, I said no strenuous activity!"
-still of secondary importance to following post-op instructions.
***
Rumi has learned a new word: buzzkill.
It apparently means having a physician run up to you yelling about not giving someone a piggyback ride, even if that someone is Zoey.
"Pretty sure this is less 'strenuous' than fighting wraiths," Mira huffs as she sets down an apologetic Zoey.
"I'm already planning on giving you a pass for that," Minji is beautifully nonplussed. "Until then: nurse's orders."
Zoey latches onto Mira's arm before she can complain further. "In that case, we will just have to take a totally non-strenuous walk back to the house. Rumi? Care to join us?"
Rumi very much would. Following Zoey's lead she loops her other arm through Mira's. "It would be my pleasure to accompany such fair ladies indoors."
Mira blushes, and mumbles something, looking awkward. Zoey has a similar expression. Before Rumi can apologize (she keeps getting things wrong in this modern era) or unloop her arm (surely that is also problematic) when the honorable shaman calls over to them.
"If we want to catch the last ferry we should start packing."
Firewatch!Celine where that instead of doing the healthy thing of talking to Mira, Zoey, and Ruki, post-movie Celine decides to apply to be a fire lookout at some random national park and when she gets the job, just fucks off into nature without telling anyone.
(Featuring mysterious disappearances, a co-worker over the radio who's personal life is also a disaster and who may or may not be flirting with her, and realizing that being in nature does not make her interpersonal problems go away)
And the best part is, she can frame this decision as the Selfless and Noble course of action.
"With the Honmoon a stranger to me secure and the girls no longer needing me the happiest they've been especially since I'm not around, I am committing myself to the noble defense of humanity's valuable natural treasures."
And if anyone questions her decision?
"So you don't want this beautiful unspoiled wilderness that is a hotbed of biodiversity protected?"
Zoey: YES! We do!!!
Rumi: ZO! We're trying to convince her to come back!
@waterfire1848 chatting about a deaged gumiho Celine is pulling me back into the gumiho Celine verse again đ
But imagine gumiho Celine who was taken from her family, mentors who hunted every gumiho who came close to the property until the skulk moved on, loathed to abandon their lost kit but finding it too dangerous to stay.
Her mother being the only gumiho to stay behind. Learning the habits of the hunters, hoping to be able to steal back her kit when the chance came.
But it never did.
She saw her kit slowly lose herself. Transforming less until she stopped entirely. Wearing her human face until it was just her face. Learning to be a hunter until eventually, the wildness left her entirely and she smelled like city and rubber and steel.
Celine grows up being taught that her purpose was to be useful. Her worth came from what she could give back to humanity and the hunters. That, even though she had been unfortunate enough to be born a demon, she had been given an opportunity to do some good. And with it, the hope that she would be human in the next life.
Post-movie, Huntr/x discovers that Celine is a gumiho (maybe she's a sad sack and can't find it in herself to maintain her human form or maybe she feels like such a horrible demon that she reverts to her fox form) and Rumi gets it in her head that she's going to find out what happened to Celine's family.
Celine said that the previous hunters killed all the gumiho in the area but gumiho are supposed to be sly, shifty, sneaky demons and Rumi is convinced that the hunters couldn't have killed *all* of them.
It takes a long time but the girls start to feel like they're being watched the longer they camp out in the woods around the hanok until, in the middle of the night, Rumi wakes up to find a large, white-furred fox watching them.
First of all, LOVE this idea! Celineâs mom would not give up on her baby even when it makes no sense to stay. As long as Celine is there, even when she has a kit of her own (who also has demon heritage), her mom will stay on Jeju island and watch over her.
Second, the girls are about to be attacked by a gumiho. Thatâs exactly whatâs going to happen. Her kit is starting to embrace her gumiho side again but whenever the hunters come around she reverts back. Clearly itâs their fault.
Third, I just rewatched Hoppers and now Iâm imagining a scene where Celine is in her fox form and gets hurt in front of her mom (whether thatâs from a demon or something else) and her mom changes back to human form to carry Celine to the girls, begging them to help her.
Oh combining your addition with @secondtolastrow 's addition đ
Mother-fox knows that something has shifted in the hunter's den.
The scent of fox, strong and musky, grows stronger by the day ever since her grand-kit's scream split the sky open. And in the days since, watching from behind the treeline, where she has learned from years of watching is safe, she sees glimpses of a white fox behind the glass panes.
Thin, in fur and in body. Shoulders slumped, ears pinned back. Her kit had spent days in the window sill overlooking the front gate, looking so still that had it not been for the fog gathering on the cold glass, Mother-fox would have thought her kit dead.
She had not perked up until her own kit returned along with the short hunter and the pink-haired hunter.
(She had still not seen her kit leave the hunter's den.)
(Her kit had left the window.
She didn't know if her kit was still alive.)
So when the hunters had started to leave scraps of liver in the woods, when they had started to invade her territory; Her teeth ached to bite down. She wanted to shred flesh, feel warm blood spurt from their necks and drink deep.
Finally, one night, she loses her patience and when one of the hunters wakes and looks, blearily out at her, she screams at her a demand to know what they did with her child.
Rumi scrambles back instinctively from the sound, thankfully managing not to draw her sword before she starts comprehending that the GIANT DEMON FOX isnât just screaming, or even screaming that it plans on killing her, butâ
Itâs screaming for its child
She hears Mira and Zoey waking up, tries to gesture at them not to do something stupid even while she canât take her eyes off the slavering maw in front of her
She takes a deep breath. âAre you talking about Celine? Can youâcan you help her?â
The fox snarls, paces, disbelieving. âYou want to help her?â
(Out of the corner of Rumiâs eyes, she catches Mira and Zoey exchanging a glance. The moment of understanding that passes between them)
In a kinder world, one where the hunters did not hate and fear all demons, her kit might not have been stolen from her. Her kit, who had always been fascinated by the music of the humans, might have joined the hunters willingly.
This child in front of her might have spent her childhood riding astride gumiho, white fur clutched in small, child fists. She would have been presented to the skulk the night of her first full moon, would have been named underneath it's soft, white glow.
That image, and nothing less, is what stops Mother-fox from screaming further in this child's face.
It does not stop her from circling the camp and howling her frustration into the trees.
"Your kind's 'help' destroyed her!" She snarls. "Do you even know what she should be at her age?"
The girls shook their heads.
"She was supoosed to have grown into her tails decades ago!" Seven, eight tails maybe. Large, fluffy, and white. Her ninth tail would not have sprouted for decades. Mother-fox feared it never would. "You would help her kill what little part of her is still here!"
"That's not what we want!" The child protests. "We just want Celine to be okay again!"
"Yeah," the short hunter says. "We came back to talk to her and she was this fox. And now, she won't even come out from under her bed."
"We thought she got cursed or something," pink-hair adds.
âCursed?â the gumiho repeats, voice very, very dangerous as she looks at Mira.
âAnd then she told us she was a gumiho!â Zoey adds hurriedly. âAnd the old Hunters just made her push all of that down so we never knew, not even Rumi.â
Mira nods, and Rumi does too, ugly anger welling up in her at the memory of what Celineâs mentors had apparently taught her. Itâs very easy to understand the gumihoâs screaming when she thinks about them and what they did to Celine.
âWe wouldnât have known what to do even if it was a curse,â Rumi admits, âbut⊠Celine said the old Hunters spent years driving the gumiho away from the hanok. Iâevery story says that gumiho are supposed to be tricky, andâŠâ
The woman that the gumiho transforms into flares her tails almost aggressively, as if daring them to ignore the fact that they are still very much looking at a fox even as she gets right into Rumiâs face again, her breath full of carnivore-stink.
But Rumi doesnât flinch. Wonât let herself.
âAnd?â she asks.
And Celine loved me enough that becoming what she hated didnât matter.
âAnd I hoped that you might know something,â she tries. âI mean, weâd never even heard that thing about the tails.â
Mother-fox scoffs, looking down her nose at the trio before her with disdain. Ignorance. She'd expect nothing less from a pack of Hunters.
"Of course you have not," she hisses, tails lashing like so many snakes waiting to strike. "You are too busy murdering anything that doesn't reek of humanity to listen. It is a wonder they have let you live."
The pink-haired hunter and the small one wince, and Mother-fox delights in the lightning-strike of pain that burns across their features. Yes, feel ashamed, foolish Hunters. For once truly feel your due.
The child, the one whose human stink is mingled with the ash and earth and mustiness of the jeoseung saja, sits taller, and meets the gumiho's eyes. There is no fear, and none of the shame she has come to associate with patterned demons. Instead something that glints like a gumiho's pride. "We've changed."
A lip curls back from fangs itching for blood to drip off their lengths. Change. Hunters, who for generations have strung them up by their tails and stained their moon-white coats with red, changing to welcome a gumiho. A joke. The sort of cruel, ironic thing that only humans would be so heartless as to play. "Lies."
The child- so like her kit, this child!- is not cowed. "If you don't want to believe that we've changed, at least believe that we want to help Celine. She..." Her throat jumps as she swallows, and she drops her eyes to the ground. The gumiho watches as rounded fingernails dig into the earth, clenching the soil. When the human speaks again, there is a heaviness to her voice that...the gumiho's heart knows.
I was thinking about how you write Rumi going to Celine for help with injuries she canât reach and she couldnât go to Zoey or Mira because they canât find sheâs part Demon made me think about Jihyeon not trusting herself to go to her soulmates when she was injured in a spot she could reach. Her trying get spots on her back or trying patch herself up as best she could. Owning a lot of dark coloured long sleeved shirts, hoodies or sweaters to wear around their place. Hoping that the outfits they wore in public were dark enough to hide any bloodstains.
Thinking about Celine later seeing her back for the first time, after rebuilding each otherâs trust, and the scars and the marred skin that lay underneath all those clothes have her speechless. Jihyeon sits quietly, letting Celineâs gentle fingers touch one of them.
Jihyeong finally seeing the new scars that sit upon Celine. From years of being alone and dealing with tears by herself, carrying the weight of the world by herself as a young child was always for her to return home. Celine glancing away, as Jihyeon gently caresses an old scar on her side with care, she tries to not remember the demon that sank its claws trying to rip out a chunk of her.
Jihyeon who panics at touch, often. Who never feels safe to let them take off her clothes, regardless of how necessary it is, how much they beg. Who doesnât like to go home, either.
And, well, Miyeong and Celine might not know what sheâs so scared theyâll see, but they do what they can, when she lets them, wrap bandages over her shirts and hold until the bleeding stops.
Later, years later, they see each other. The pale, nacreous scars that were once patterns trace over the deep grooves, the only wounds that the Honmoon has allowed remain. Has been unable to take away. Whatever way you look at it.
And, on Celine, too many new scars of her own. Too many close calls.
âDonât apologize,â Celine says, gaze still turned away. âThere was nothing to be done.â
There were too many things to be done, but Jihyeon does not say that. She is only so foolish.
âYouâre beautiful,â she says instead.
Celine huffs. âIâd thought not lying was a given.â
Can we have kid Rumi be an overprotective baby girl sis to kid Celine. Mostly do to the fact I love that the fandom makes Rumi act like an overprotective mother when it comes to normal Celine dating, doing anything reckless, or being indecent aka sexy đ
Hi anon!!!
I love this idea!! Rumi instantly thinks of Celine as a little different because (1) she has the same name as her Cece and (2) sheâs much smaller than the other girls and canât keep up as easily. Celine always told Rumi that, if she ever met kids like that, then she was expected to be kind and patient with them (Celine wouldnât tolerate anything else). So, Rumi really tries to follow the teachings of her Cece and be nice to little Celine and this eventually evolves into her being overprotective of the girl and becoming something of an older sister to Celine (despite them being the same age and Celine maybe being a few months older given that Rumiâs b day is in October).
Ever since arriving at this weird tower, Rumi hadnât been exactly happy. She missed home and Cece and she wanted to go back and see what she was doing without her. Her Cece wouldnât have left her somewhere without good reason. It was probably a hunt that was keeping her away and the man taking care of them was a friend of hers. That was okay. Sheâd been babysat before. She just wished Cece had told her.
The only parts of the babysitting experience that she liked were three things: the first was the food. Cece never let her eat so much junk food but the man, Bobby she thought his name was, let her under the condition that she only got one thing per day. That was already more than Cece let her have so Rumi was on board with that.
The second thing were the friends. Jeju island was beautiful and fun and there was a lot to do but there werenât many kids her own age and Cece was always very clear that she needed to hide her patterns so playing with other kids was out of the question in the summer. Mira, Zoey and Celine were fun though. They played house with her, shared their toys and told her scary monster stories. (Rumi was sure her Ceceâs demon hunting stories could top them all but she couldnât say that).
The third thing was Celine. Rumi knew she didnât have any younger siblings and never would. Not only was her mom dead and her dad a demon but Cece has been clear multiple times that she didnât want kids. Whenever Rumi quietly asked if that also meant her, Cece would explain that Rumi was the exception but she never wanted any of her own biological kids. Rumi accepted that and accepted that sheâd never have a sibling. Celine, however, felt like a little sister. When Rumi first met her, she thought Celine was easily 3, maybe 4. As it turned out, Celine was the oldest one of the four of them but easily the smallest. She was shy and very clearly terrified her first few days (a sort of opposite but similar style as Mira) but when she warmed up she warmed up to Bobby and Rumi the most.
âSure!â Rumi chirped, âWhat do you want?â
âDried sweet potato?â Celine asked.
âOkay!â Rumi pulled a chair over to the counter and climbed up.
âBe careful.â Celineâs voice was naturally pretty quiet compared to the other girls but it had some power in it when she wanted it to.
âIâm fine. Cece does way more dangerous stuff than this every day and sheââ The chair began to wobble, âOh! AH!â The sound of Rumi, thankfully only falling a small way and landing on the carpeted portion of the ground, hitting the ground and the chair falling filled the floor.
âRumi!â Celine cried, âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry! Are you okay?â
âIâm fine, Celine. Iâm fine.â There was a pain in her leg but Celine didnât need to know that, âJust a little tumble.â
âStill looked like it hurtâŠsorry.â
âIâm okay, Celine. You donât have to apologize. We can still get yourâAH!â The moment Rumi tried to stand up, a pain filled her leg. It kind of reminded her how Cece would act when she would return from a hunt.
âMr. Bobby! MR. BOBBY!!â Celine was racing out the door before Rumi could stop her. Honestly, her leg hurt too much to try and follow.
A few moments later, Bobby came rushing into the kitchen and scooped her up, setting her down on the couch to inspect her injury. Rumi was a little too preoccupied watching Celine nervously flutter around them to really listen to what Bobby said but she picked up words like âminor bruisingâ and âneeds some ice and restâ which soothed her. If Bobby didnât think her leg was bad then it probably wasnât bad.
He picked her back up from the couch and brought her into the big bedroom that the four of them shared, tucking her into her bed.
âI donât need to go to bed. Iâm not tired.â
âYou donât have to go to bed. You just have to rest your leg for a while.â Bobby told her.
âBut it doesnât even hurt.â Rumi pouted.
âCeline says you were in pain and I heard the thump from the other room. You just have to rest for a little bit, Rumi. Nothing long. Maybe this will show you girls you canât climb on everything.â
âBut I wanna play.â
âAnd you can. Just from the bed for a while.â
âFine.â Rumi crossed her arms and looked away, earning a laugh from Bobby.
In the doorway, Rumi could see Celine poking her head around the corner but not fully revealing herself. It was clear that she was doing everything in her power to try and inspect the situation first without making herself knownâmaybe fearing that she was stepping into someplace she wasnât welcome.
âCeline!â Rumi called, âCome play with me! We can play motorcycles and tigers on the bed.â
âOkay!â Celine scrambled up the bed without another word, âOH! I got you this.â Celine pulled out an ice pack from behind her back along with a small packet of snacks, âI heard Mr. Bobby say that you need ice and my Maman always gives me ice when I get hurt.â
âThanks, Celine.â
âCeline, where did you get that?â Bobby asked.
âFridge.â
âI meant the snacks.â
âI climbed onto the counter like Rumi!â Celine replied proudly.
"everyone should get more aromantic" can appeal to tumblr's sensibilities but I genuinely think everyone should also get more asexual. I don't mean everyone stop having sex, what I mean is
Sex is not essential. You can live without it. Full stop.
Not having sex isn't shameful or a sign of failure. It also doesn't make anyone boring.
You are not entitled to having sex with anybody and nobody is entitled to having sex with you.
Sex is not what makes someone an adult.
Nobody's worth is defined by how much sex they have or don't have.
Sex is not equally important to everyone.
You can have fulfilling and happy relationships without sex.
You should only have sex on your own terms, not because you feel like you owe it to someone, or because you feel like you'd be incomplete without it.
Know your boundaries around sex and be firm about them. Know how to respect other people's boundaries.
The previous point also applies when it comes to discussing sex. If someone doesn't wanna talk about it or hear about it you have to back down.
Anything can be sexual but not everything has to be sexual.
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