a metaphor for love

she/her really into persevering lately

[realtoothpazte]

had a #blender thought while reading a great fic (bracing for impact, by prose_and_pears on ao3).

i need rumi being held, cradled, so carefully by mira and zoey, one of them stroking her hair, holding her like she’s the most precious in the world. which she is was to them.

and then i need one of them, i don’t care who, killing her. mira, i think. holding rumi’s saingeom while her other arm is supporting rumi’s body, zoey holding her up the rest of the way because rumi is shaking so much she can’t hold her own weight.

i think it would be slow. mira would hesitate, of course she would. hell, i can’t come up with a situation where they would go through with killing rumi, but they’re doing it, so everything must have gone to shit.

so mira brings the sword up. rumi’s not really fully aware but her hazy eyes are opened just enough to see the movement. to assess it. to track mira’s hand, gripping *her* soul weapon, and to close her eyes and nuzzle further into mira’s other palm, and focus on the feeling of zoey’s nails running through her hair.

zoey is undoing her braid, she would realise. she doesn’t have the wits to wonder why. she’s never really let them see her with her hair down, but she’s never let them see her patterns either, so why can’t her last day be a day of firsts?

she’s not shaking, mira realises as she holds the tip of the saingeom to rumi’s chest. she’s purring. her throat is twitching ever so slightly, and there’s a sure, hearty rumble growing from her body.

cats purr when they’re happy. mira knows this. cats also purr to self soothe.

rumi’s a demon, not a cat, so mira doesn’t try to decide which one is happening. she can’t trust biology if she can’t trust the love of her life her best friend.

rumi isn’t watching. she’s purring and she’s just happy to finally let herself rest in the arms of her girls. her girls, her soulmates, her loves.

mira can’t take the waiting anymore. she knows she’ll never get the chance to hear rumi’s newfound purr again and she can’t let herself want it.

so she pushes.

rumi bleeds out in their arms.

they stroke her hair as she dies.

she’s smiling.

she can finally meet her eomma, they hope.

she’ll never find that afterlife. she’ll stay with them, following them, haunting them, forever.

she’s never been anything without her girls, after all.

:)

[mmeandar]

do you. do you think celine ever heard gwi ma's voice after miyeong's death?

fighting demons alone plus caring for a child that carries their mark plus GRIEF??? feeling like the worst bandmate ever, the worst guardian ever, the worst ever period.

do you think it scared her? or did it lull her for a minute, calm the constant buzzing in her head? did she almost let the word "yes" slip from her mouth before rumi snuggled closer to her in bed?

do you think she carried that guilt for years that followed? that she almost gave in? her, a hunter that rejected any chance at love for her duty.

do you think when rumi came to her with the sword, on her knees, that she heard the voice again? that she wasn't sure if it was all worth it anymore? that she was such an awful "mother" to rumi that she led her to this?

do you think she ever told rumi?

[fakelawyerbug]

Celine is taking this secret to the grave.

She might have written a little about it, fragments in her journal when the voice gets too loud and if she keeps it all in her mind, her head will split, but she fully intends on burning that journal before she dies.

The girls are happy and thriving. There's no reason to burden them with her own issues.

They definitely don't need to know that she still hears him.

[ghost-357]

//Which is precisely why they need to find out.

It's been a few weeks since the Idol Awards™, the girls have been staying at the hanok to decompress a bit and relax after everything they've been through.

Rumi and Celine have talked, things aren't perfect but they are working on it, Mira and Zoey are also working towards getting over the whole not trusting them and lying to them for years thing.

It helps that, since they are no longer hiding the patterns, Celine is comfortable showing them a lot of things from Rumi's childhood, photos, videos, things mini Rumi made that big Rumi didn't know she kept she's not emotional about it, what are you talking about?

Anyway, before one of these trips down memory lane Celine asks the girls to get the boxes with Rumi's childhood stuff from her room (or her office, I can't decide) while she makes some tea and gets some snacks, when getting the boxes the girls see a small notebook lying on the bedside table (or in the office desk) and decide to skim through it thinking it's part of the things they'll see today anyway, only to realize it´s Celine journal and that she is describing something scarily similar to what happened to Mira and Zoey during the worst night of their lives.

[mmeandar]

i don't think such a notebook would be in plain sight. maybe zoey and mira would rummage through her room and accidentally find it? or it falls out from being stuck to the underside of the bedframe or some other secret spot.

i imagine it would be written in the form of a journal, but relatively hard to decipher. entries clearly made in short bursts, disconnected and vague and cryptic. (if you've read gallant by v.e. schwab, think journals of olivia's mother).

it would take mira and zoey a bit of time and ruffling through the pages to connect the dots. celine's musings are abstract and sorrowful, never mention exactly what is happening. but they start to recognise the dread that escapes through the ink.

they know whose voice invaded the inside of her skull.

[papayajuan2019]

muscle memory is so beautiful to me. my body remembered better than i did. yet we're the same thing, with the same memory.

[natyugho]

caught smooching

[redstonedust]

my shift is 9-4. am i allowed to listen to dolly parton's hit song 9-5?

i think dolly would give you a pass. i think dolly would respect you.

[kosmogrl]

I need something I just don’t know what it is yet

[mmeandar]

Oh, what am I waiting for? A spell to be cast or for it to be broken?

[veliseraptor]

i am terminally A Sucker for characters who have a towering and generally earned ego about their own ability and absolutely no self-worth about themselves as a person at all. intoxicating combo.

[loveridden1999]

[rumirantics]

because she's huntrix's leader (and presumably also their demon hunting tactical leader too) rumi's REALLY good at strategy games and puzzle games like chess champion, queen of go, escape room 100% success rate, sudoku one of the three apps on her phone, she has a tiny rubik's cube keychain attached to her purse

AND ALSO paintball, capture the flag, and if she were into any sports (*cough* soccer *cough*) then she'd be REALLY good at predicting tactics and scorelines too eventually word of this gets around and she gets invited to be a celebrity guest commentator for world cup games and goes viral when she ends up accurately predicting the outcome of every single game the entire tournament

any sort of team game with a hint of tactics? rumi's your girl

[dem0nic-child]

Genuine question is there a polytrix fic where Rumi is an alcoholic? I just read an alcoholic Celine fic and I wanted to see if there's an alcoholic Rumi fic (unfortunately it's difficult to find because IT'S NOT AN AO3 TAG)

[mmeandar]

i think it'd be pretty reasonable for rumi to be the one to avoid any alcohol just in case she ends up telling someone about her biggest secret ever. so, not sure about your question whether there are any fics that entertain that idea. maybe because its execution would require good reasoning?

BUT!!

i have just thought of a good reason. entertain me for a minute, please and thank you, and imagine this: and i'll set the scene for you.

it's been a long day. and i'm talking LONG. stressful, deadlines, alarms, throw in a quick demon hunt as well. and to wrap the evening up, huntrix has been invited to a fancy dinner of some sorts. and rumi, for the purposes of this ramble, has to purposefully keep her patterns down. though they don't cover much but her sleeves and chest, they'd slither forwards if she lets them. and they're itchy and stabby and will not shut up. nothing can make them shut up. emotional outbursts do not help.

they're seated, exchanging pleasantries with the other guests. the waiter pours everyone a glass of wine, and here rumi is, holding the glass, cursing herself for getting in this situation. but you know, maybe she's paranoid. maybe one glass can't hurt, right?

so she takes a sip. and then another, and then another. and she finds, surprisingly, that she feels more at ease. not just mentally, but physically too—her patterns are quiet. quieter than they have ever been.

she excuses herself to go to the bathroom to check on them and they look dormant. calm. like tattoos rather than pulsing and shifting marks.

this is a revelation that soon spirals out of control.

it starts with two-three shots of soju on the weekends. then its up to four and five, including friday. then its a bottle that lasts barely three days.

because she has never felt this in control.

for this to make sense (since that much alcohol would throw any mortal into a state of disarray), alcohol's effect on a half-demon body would mainly target the patterns. after bigger quantities, it would also take a hit on rumi's emotions. only later would focus and decision making deteriorate.

basically, mira and zoey do not notice it at first. rumi seems more aloof and they don't complain. and then they notice that her breath has residue of alcohol. and they comment on it, but that just pushes her to hide her stash. under the bed, behind the piles of clothes in the closet,...

and then you've got alcoholic!rumi that has to learn how to deal with her patterns in a way that isn't drinking herself to oblivion.

also throw in romantic/sexual tension because polytrix and yeah.

with alcohol keeping her patterns at bay, telling zoemira the truth has never been harder!

[princington]

shut up

[rcyouzi]

[inkrrred]

Writer's Block

[natyugho]

[katebeckets]

#married (55/?)

[troubledodyssey]

Hi

[troubledodyssey]

Pathetic Rumi my beloved...