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I am the color red, I am bruised knees, I am the smell of sweat, and never wanting to leave
//Brought to you by the mind behind @mira-huntrix-official and @mysteriously-mira :) modern (eventual) polytrix AU
Connected to @not-rumi and @possibly-zoey
MAY CONTAIN NSFW CONTENT IN THE FUTURE. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK.
Did you guys and Zoey's mod get in a fight? All the Zoey accounts are deactivated now :(
//I wouldn't consider it a fight, given there wasn't any direct communication involved. Here's a basic breakdown of the past fourish months from behind the scenes for you guys
they requested a break from the blogs and us mid December, which we gave them.
I received the ask about the blogs going dormant in January on @mira-huntrix-official, we gave them time to make up their mind on whether to return, and got ghosted.
We reached out again later on, they apologized to Rumi's mod and said they would think about it, and then ghosted them.
We finally caved and made our own blogs three months later. (Because we missed this, and missed you guys!)
They deactivated and cut communication recently, though I'm not exactly sure when or why.
//It's a very disappointing end to those three blogs we had together, and I do wish they would have warned us. There's no hard feelings towards Zoey's mod, I'm not mad at them nor do I want any of you to be, I'm ultimately just sad to have lost a friend and a fun activity like this.
Rumi's been pestering me to make an account here for PR reasons, so here I am, I guess. Don't know how much I'll actually post here, but my asks are open. Be respectful, please.
Connected to @therealryurumi
//the mod behind @mira-huntrix-official returns! Like I said back on the other blog, we had some complications within the original mods, but there's no hard feelings. Rumi's mod and I are here to stay! It's good to be back :)
//asks are wide wide open, feel free to send em in! I'll do my best to answer in character :)
//if any of you are here from the last three blogs, you'll know that Rumi's mod and I don't roleplay in a super conventional way. It's more like writing fanfic, one reblog at a time. We haven't settled on a certain theme or narrative yet though, so right now we're just kinda doing whatever.
Rules
be respectful with asks. Anons are on, but I will not hesitate to turn them off if any of you pull some shit, towards Mira, Rumi, or the mods themselves.
Nothing sexual, please.
Rumira focused. There will not be any romantic content with any of the Sajas, and do not ask for it.
After everyone has finished eating breakfast and Rumi has finished cleaning - giving Mira a quick warning glare to prevent the injured woman from getting up and helping - she leaves for a moment and comes back with a piece of paper and a pen.
So, Zoey. As you've no doubt... overheard, Mira and I get quite... how do I put this... exotic in bed.
You aren't exactly quiet about it.. I don't know how to feel about where this is going....
Since you're dating us, we want to be sure everything that happens is... Okay with all parties. If even one of us isn't 100% for it, it's not going to be fun for any of us.
Rumi gently slides the paper and pen to Zoey.
On there is every activity we could partake in. Just mark if you're okay or not with it. Mira and I have our own versions that I'll get you a copy of. And the bottom there is for after care. Basically, what kind of activities and such would be best to wind down from the more intense things. Or, if you want, you can just mark the whole sheet down to indicate you only want to keep it vanilla, and Mira and I will 100% accomodate. Comfort is number 1, despite my teasing about handcuffs and choking sometimes.
Zoey takes the offered items and looks down at the paper.
Rumi.. we haven't even kissed yet. I mean- all I'm saying this feels a bit fast y'know, heh...
Well... We can solve that first thing right now if you'd like.
Rumi leans forwards and winks playfully.
Maybe I'll add a little tongue, just to make it special~
Now? Like right now right now? I haven't kissed anyone before- you probably already knew that, though..
If you want to, sure.
Rumi smirks wide.
I do want to, I just don't know what to do..?
Then come over here and I'll show you~
Mira grumbles a little
Wow, I'm here too, I guess. But if you want Rumi to be your first then by all means.
Rumi laughs softly and nudges Mira with her shoulder.
If you want to be her first, by all means, be my guest. I'm not so much worried about when I kiss our cute girlfriend as just getting to kiss her.
I don't mind either-! Toootally fine by me whoever wants this! Yep! I'm definitely not freaking out AT ALL.
Mira, I think we have our very own baby gay here.
Rumi chuckles playfully.
Having your first big gay panic, Zo?
Nnnnot my first, definitely not my first! I'd say I'm am expert on gay panicking actually. Is it bad I want to scream right now? I really want to scream right now, BUT NOT IN A BAD WAY, I just. Woah. Y'know?
Mira chuckles fondly.
Yeah, we know. And we can take things slow, don't let pushy over here rush you. We'll take things at your pace.
After everyone has finished eating breakfast and Rumi has finished cleaning - giving Mira a quick warning glare to prevent the injured woman from getting up and helping - she leaves for a moment and comes back with a piece of paper and a pen.
So, Zoey. As you've no doubt... overheard, Mira and I get quite... how do I put this... exotic in bed.
You aren't exactly quiet about it.. I don't know how to feel about where this is going....
Since you're dating us, we want to be sure everything that happens is... Okay with all parties. If even one of us isn't 100% for it, it's not going to be fun for any of us.
Rumi gently slides the paper and pen to Zoey.
On there is every activity we could partake in. Just mark if you're okay or not with it. Mira and I have our own versions that I'll get you a copy of. And the bottom there is for after care. Basically, what kind of activities and such would be best to wind down from the more intense things. Or, if you want, you can just mark the whole sheet down to indicate you only want to keep it vanilla, and Mira and I will 100% accomodate. Comfort is number 1, despite my teasing about handcuffs and choking sometimes.
Zoey takes the offered items and looks down at the paper.
Rumi.. we haven't even kissed yet. I mean- all I'm saying this feels a bit fast y'know, heh...
Well... We can solve that first thing right now if you'd like.
Rumi leans forwards and winks playfully.
Maybe I'll add a little tongue, just to make it special~
Now? Like right now right now? I haven't kissed anyone before- you probably already knew that, though..
If you want to, sure.
Rumi smirks wide.
I do want to, I just don't know what to do..?
Then come over here and I'll show you~
Mira grumbles a little
Wow, I'm here too, I guess. But if you want Rumi to be your first then by all means.
Rumi gently sits Mira down in a chair at the kitchen table, gently pushing it in before starting to serve everything out on the three set plates.
Didn't really think I'd be telling Zoey about my patterns in this way.
She chuckles dryly as she does her best to make sure everyone gets an even serving.
I... Um... Sorry for... Not telling you about my mental health issues. I wanted to but I would just... Freeze. It's why I'd stare at you blankly for a bit before saying one of my random facts. Just... Got scared is all. But I promise it's... It's really not as bad as it sounds. I haven't, like, tried anything.
...Rumi, I... I'm a little pissed you didn't tell me. But I'm more mad at myself than anything. That you didn't feel like you could tell me. But thank you for acknowledging that. I'm here for you, I always will be. You're one of the two most important things in my life, I don't want to see you hurting like that, ever.
This goes both ways, you know. I don't want to see you hurt either.
Rumi softly places a kiss on Mira's forehead.
She lets out a quiet hum, leaning into the affection.
I'm sorry about last night. When I said I was done trying to get into fights I meant it. I wasn't looking for one, but that asshole was going to try to get in my pants if I didn't do something.
No I... I understand self defence. I'm... Sorry for snapping like I did. Just because I was stressed didn't mean I had the right to jab at your scars and shit.
You're forgiven.
She gently tugs Rumi down for a proper kiss, soft and sweet.
I think that's everything. Anything else you want to get out there?
Well, other than the fact we have to explain that we load me up with waterproof makeup everytime we've gone to the bathhouse or beach.
she chuckles fondly.
Yeah, that. Do you want to explain them to her, or should I?
Rumi gently sits Mira down in a chair at the kitchen table, gently pushing it in before starting to serve everything out on the three set plates.
Didn't really think I'd be telling Zoey about my patterns in this way.
She chuckles dryly as she does her best to make sure everyone gets an even serving.
I... Um... Sorry for... Not telling you about my mental health issues. I wanted to but I would just... Freeze. It's why I'd stare at you blankly for a bit before saying one of my random facts. Just... Got scared is all. But I promise it's... It's really not as bad as it sounds. I haven't, like, tried anything.
...Rumi, I... I'm a little pissed you didn't tell me. But I'm more mad at myself than anything. That you didn't feel like you could tell me. But thank you for acknowledging that. I'm here for you, I always will be. You're one of the two most important things in my life, I don't want to see you hurting like that, ever.
This goes both ways, you know. I don't want to see you hurt either.
Rumi softly places a kiss on Mira's forehead.
She lets out a quiet hum, leaning into the affection.
I'm sorry about last night. When I said I was done trying to get into fights I meant it. I wasn't looking for one, but that asshole was going to try to get in my pants if I didn't do something.
No I... I understand self defence. I'm... Sorry for snapping like I did. Just because I was stressed didn't mean I had the right to jab at your scars and shit.
You're forgiven.
She gently tugs Rumi down for a proper kiss, soft and sweet.
I think that's everything. Anything else you want to get out there?
Rumi gently sits Mira down in a chair at the kitchen table, gently pushing it in before starting to serve everything out on the three set plates.
Didn't really think I'd be telling Zoey about my patterns in this way.
She chuckles dryly as she does her best to make sure everyone gets an even serving.
I... Um... Sorry for... Not telling you about my mental health issues. I wanted to but I would just... Freeze. It's why I'd stare at you blankly for a bit before saying one of my random facts. Just... Got scared is all. But I promise it's... It's really not as bad as it sounds. I haven't, like, tried anything.
...Rumi, I... I'm a little pissed you didn't tell me. But I'm more mad at myself than anything. That you didn't feel like you could tell me. But thank you for acknowledging that. I'm here for you, I always will be. You're one of the two most important things in my life, I don't want to see you hurting like that, ever.
This goes both ways, you know. I don't want to see you hurt either.
Rumi softly places a kiss on Mira's forehead.
She lets out a quiet hum, leaning into the affection.
I'm sorry about last night. When I said I was done trying to get into fights I meant it. I wasn't looking for one, but that asshole was going to try to get in my pants if I didn't do something.
Rumi gently sits Mira down in a chair at the kitchen table, gently pushing it in before starting to serve everything out on the three set plates.
Didn't really think I'd be telling Zoey about my patterns in this way.
She chuckles dryly as she does her best to make sure everyone gets an even serving.
I... Um... Sorry for... Not telling you about my mental health issues. I wanted to but I would just... Freeze. It's why I'd stare at you blankly for a bit before saying one of my random facts. Just... Got scared is all. But I promise it's... It's really not as bad as it sounds. I haven't, like, tried anything.
...Rumi, I... I'm a little pissed you didn't tell me. But I'm more mad at myself than anything. That you didn't feel like you could tell me. But thank you for acknowledging that. I'm here for you, I always will be. You're one of the two most important things in my life, I don't want to see you hurting like that, ever.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
If you try standing up I will personally drag you back onto this bed.
mm... You're tiny, how's that gonna work?
She's already swinging her legs over the side of the bed, trying to get the momentum to stand
I'm fine. I've had worse. This is nothing
Zoey huffs at her words, she doesn't want to risk physically causing her anymore pain so she just grabs her arm and pouts.
that gets Mira to pause. Stubbornly, she still wants to get up, but Zoey's puppy eyes melt her resolve like wax held to a flame and she lets herself be gently tugged back onto the bed.
...This is unfair
Can't be unfair if there's no rules.
Zoey giggles, back to smiling.
in a single fluid movement, Mira twists her arm from Zoey's grasp and closes her hand around her own wrist, pulling her towards where she's laying.
Two can play at that. If I have to be stuck here, you do too.
Ah- wha?
Mira carefully resettles Zoey close to where she was before she woke up, one hand splayed across her back to hold her in place.
This is a hostage situation now. Your ransom is breakfast. You'd better hope Rumi's feeling kind today.
Zoey's back to being frozen, and suddenly really wishing Rumi would come back because currently her brain was making this a way bigger deal than it was. And she sure as hell can't fake sleep her way out of this one.
The sound if cooking comes to an end, and Rumi makes her way over to the bedroom, gently knocking before opening the door.
Oh, good. You two are up. Well, breakfast is ready. How's your head, Mir?
...I don't think I'm concussed.
It's not a lie. She's had concussions, this isn't one. really, her head is still killing her, but she can't bring herself to admit it directly.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
If you try standing up I will personally drag you back onto this bed.
mm... You're tiny, how's that gonna work?
She's already swinging her legs over the side of the bed, trying to get the momentum to stand
I'm fine. I've had worse. This is nothing
Zoey huffs at her words, she doesn't want to risk physically causing her anymore pain so she just grabs her arm and pouts.
that gets Mira to pause. Stubbornly, she still wants to get up, but Zoey's puppy eyes melt her resolve like wax held to a flame and she lets herself be gently tugged back onto the bed.
...This is unfair
Can't be unfair if there's no rules.
Zoey giggles, back to smiling.
in a single fluid movement, Mira twists her arm from Zoey's grasp and closes her hand around her own wrist, pulling her towards where she's laying.
Two can play at that. If I have to be stuck here, you do too.
Ah- wha?
Mira carefully resettles Zoey close to where she was before she woke up, one hand splayed across her back to hold her in place.
This is a hostage situation now. Your ransom is breakfast. You'd better hope Rumi's feeling kind today.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
If you try standing up I will personally drag you back onto this bed.
mm... You're tiny, how's that gonna work?
She's already swinging her legs over the side of the bed, trying to get the momentum to stand
I'm fine. I've had worse. This is nothing
Zoey huffs at her words, she doesn't want to risk physically causing her anymore pain so she just grabs her arm and pouts.
that gets Mira to pause. Stubbornly, she still wants to get up, but Zoey's puppy eyes melt her resolve like wax held to a flame and she lets herself be gently tugged back onto the bed.
...This is unfair
Can't be unfair if there's no rules.
Zoey giggles, back to smiling.
in a single fluid movement, Mira twists her arm from Zoey's grasp and closes her hand around her own wrist, pulling her towards where she's laying.
Two can play at that. If I have to be stuck here, you do too.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
If you try standing up I will personally drag you back onto this bed.
mm... You're tiny, how's that gonna work?
She's already swinging her legs over the side of the bed, trying to get the momentum to stand
I'm fine. I've had worse. This is nothing
Zoey huffs at her words, she doesn't want to risk physically causing her anymore pain so she just grabs her arm and pouts.
that gets Mira to pause. Stubbornly, she still wants to get up, but Zoey's puppy eyes melt her resolve like wax held to a flame and she lets herself be gently tugged back onto the bed.
...This is unfair
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
If you try standing up I will personally drag you back onto this bed.
mm... You're tiny, how's that gonna work?
She's already swinging her legs over the side of the bed, trying to get the momentum to stand
I'm fine. I've had worse. This is nothing
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
It's fine. I probably shouldn't have assumed we could go forever without something bad happening.
Zoey sighed, sitting up as her smile faded a bit.
Im going to kill that fucking twink...
She grunts in pain as she sits up.
...as soon as I can move without my ribs trying to stab me.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
Right.. that happened....
she groans, letting her head fall back against the pillow.
Yep... headache forever it is, I guess.
...probably deserve it, for putting you both through this shit. I'm sorry this had to be your first date with us.
Mira stirs the next morning, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. There's a pleasantly warm weight on her chest, and looking down she can see a faint blob of blue and black there. Rumi's nowhere to be seen, but there's the noise of someone moving around the kitchen. She must have gotten up to make breakfast, and they both moved in their sleep once she was gone. The pressure on her chest isn't overly painful, somehow Zoey managed to maneuver onto the least bruised part of her. And so, even with the pounding headache starting to seep into the edges of her mind, she's content to stay like this. Both her girls are close and safe, and Zoey finally gets a chance to catch up on sleep.
drowsily, she moves a hand to where Zoey's back should be. She hits her in the head first, but that's fine. She's not wearing her glasses, expecting depth perception this early in the morning is a lot to ask. Zoey sleeps like a rock anyways. Once she's successfully placed her palm against the slight curve of her spine, she starts gently rubbing circles there. She'll have to have a serious talk with Rumi later, and... probably deal with the repercussions of last night, but for now, everything is peaceful. She can feel Zoey's breath on her neck, and smell whatever Rumi's started cooking in the kitchen.
Zoey's eyes slowly adjust to the light as she wakes up. Still tired, she buries her face into Mira's neck before her mind finally realizes what she's doing. Her body stills, trying not to seem too awake just yet.
mira knows she's awake as soon as she nuzzles closer, the change in breathing is a dead giveaway, but she doesn't acknowledge it. The minute Zoey realizes she's aware, she'll panic, or bolt, or both, and she intends to drag this out as long as possible. She yawns, and smiles softly as her hand traces up the ridge of her spine, stopping just short of her hairline now. She gently scritches at the nape of her neck in the way she knows Rumi likes, before slowly dragging her hand back down.
Zoey allows herself to relax a little. She's blushing, it would be more surprising if she wasn't. It felt nice, but damn was she panicking. What was she even supposed to do here? Just- sit there? Was she supposed to do anything at all? Zoey continued laying there, letting out a soft sigh. She gently bit the inside of her mouth, trying to suppress the stupid smile trying to creep onto her face.
Mira manages to last for a few more minutes, before she can't help the little chuckle that makes it's was out of her chest.
Good morning, Zoey.
Zoey squeaks, nervously glancing at Mira.
...hi.
Her smile softens, and she lifts her hand to cup her cheek.
You can relax, I'm not gonna bite your head off for cuddling. This is nice.
Their faces were terrifyingly close. She hasn't been this close to anyone since those awkward hugs at family events she only ever really went to for the food. Zoey scrambled off of Mira to flop onto another part of the bed, face red and an awkward smile that looked forced just from how much she was trying to stop smiling.
she wheezes as Zoey inadvertently presses on her chest in her scramble to get off, but the end of it trails into a breathless laugh.
...wow, I see how it is.
The words are sarcastic, but she's still smiling as she turns to squint in her direction.
Mind grabbing my... fuck. Nevermind, actually, I don't have glasses anymore. Fucking asshole.
