If thereâs one thing to be said for the wild life of a demon-hunting pop idol, itâs that in the few moments where they are able to rest their head, the pillows and sheets and beds in general are of impeccable quality. Silk or satin or Egyptian cotton (though Zoey, the absolute heathen, likes microfiber jersey-knit sheets best, much to Rumi and Miraâs horror), they never want for comfort when they manage to stagger (or stumble, or throw) themselves (or each other) into bed for a well-deserved rest.
Which is why Rumi is pulled out of a deep sleep when something scratches, gently but consistently, up and across the bare skin of her back while Mira grumbles next to her, face placid as a mountain lake in sleep.
She can feel it moving, sometimes lifting briefly before landing and continuing its journey once more. For a brief, terrible moment, Rumi considers that there may be a bug crawling around on her, and prepares to spring out of bed and, depending on the size of the thing, light the penthouse on fire. Yâknow, something reasonable.
However, the tension drains out of her when she hears Zoeyâs whispered, âAw, shoot.â
She chuckles, rolling her head to the other side and smiling blearily at a very guilty-looking Zoey, who isâŠ. Hiding something behind her back, face red as a pepper.
Rumiâs eyes narrow slightly, crossing her arms and propping her head on them. âWhat are you doing?â
Zoey holds out for an entire three seconds (a new personal best when confronted by either of them being âcute and grumpyâ) before puffing a sigh and holding her hand out.
Rumi blinks, pulling her head back to better examine her girlfriendâs offering in the low light of their room. âIs that⊠a tiny skateboard?â
âTech Deck,â Zoey corrects, demonstrating the tiny logo and rocking it back and forth on her hand with her fingers.
âO-kay. Wha-â
Behind her, Mira snorts sleepily. âI told you sheâd catch you.â
âCatch you what?â Rumi asks, more awake by the second.Â
No matter how comfortable she may be with them, how happy they may be together, itâs still hard to resist the whispers of a couple decades of negative self-talk telling her that this is going to crash down around her.
Zoey, sensing her rising unease, smooths a hand up her arm and across her shoulders, soothing her gently. âSo, yâknow how you kind of um. Glow in the dark, when youâre happy?â
Rumi blinks again, feeling her ears go hot. âItâs been pointed out to me, yes,â she manages.
Mira snorts again, a bit too smug for Rumiâs liking.
âWell, youâve been in such a good mood lately that you sometimes do it while youâre asleep, and I was awake and playing with my Tech Deck anyways, and, well, I couldnât resist because it looks so cool, and I didnât wanna wake you up because youâre so pretty when youâre asleep, and you never let yourself conk out like that, andâŠâ
And Zoey takes the tiny skateboard, two fingers perched on it like legs, and slowly rolls it up Rumiâs arm, following the meandering stripes of her patterns. When she reaches the cut of her bicep, Zoey makes the board grind along the defined line of muscle. She steers the board across her shoulder and down the column of Rumiâs spine, throwing in a few tricks here and there that Rumi canât see well, but can feel the difference in pressure. She picks her head up and watches Zoey stop the board just at the top of the slope of her ass.
Indeed, the patterns are dimly, lazily undulating with a pleasant glow, almost seeming mindful of the early hour and the sleepiness of their host.
Rumi cocks an eyebrow at Zoey, fighting a smile. âYou made me a skatepark?â
Zoey shrugs, unabashed now that sheâs confessed. âDonât have such pretty lights and a back that looks like that.â
âDonât apologize for art,â Mira disagrees with a yawn.
Rumi finally breaks, chuckling as Zoey darts forward to kiss the pattern that bisects her eyebrow. âYouâre very cute.â
âEven though I woke you up?â
Rumi pretends to ponder this as Zoey plants a kiss high on her cheek. âI guess itâs fine.â
âThis time, itâs fine,â Mira clarifies. âSome of us havenât been bribed.â
Zoey giggles, clambering over Rumi (and inadvertently kneeing her in the ribs with a rapid apology and a kiss) on her way to appease their not-so-tiny dancer.
They re-settle with Zoey in between them, trying to lure her back into sleeping for a few more hours. And itâs starting to work, even though sheâs insisting on tracing the zig-zagging patterns on the arm Rumi has slung across her chest with light, clever fingers.
However.
Rumi grumbles, shifting and rolling until she finds the ska- Tech Deck where itâs digging into her hip. She grabs it and bops Zoey playfully on the nose. âAre you going to let us sleep this time, or are you going to ollie off of my chin?â
Zoey snatches her toy back, smiling sweetly. âOf course not.â She waits a beat as they get comfortable befor continuing, âIâll do a kickflip off Miraâs collarbone.â
Quicker than either of them can react, Mira steals the toy. âAbsolutely not.â
Not my usual kind of craft but I customized these tech decks for my daughterâs birthday to look like boards from Sk8 the Infinity. This anime has completely stolen her heart. I didnât have a lot of time but they turned out alright :)
my hcs about you are that you are my twin, not related by blood but by some cosmic mishappenstance. you live in the woods, we will never meet
Tonight you're going to dream of a new shape and it will be magnificent, but when you wake up you will only remember it as gay cube - almost not, but entirely incorrect. It will haunt you for years until 4/15/2027, where you will suddenly decide that you are going to single-handedly going to bring Tech Decks back into the public eye.
