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Ariane's hair shed in matted clumps alongside her teeth and you finally convinced her to spend more time within the cryogenic pod. Brimstone pooled in your mouth.
A ghost roamed the ship and it became harder to recognize it as your wife. Flames singed your mind.
Ariane wailed in pain from the cryogenic pod you'd been too afraid to turn on for you to keep your promise, an impossibility even if the servos in your legs hadn't stopped functioning cycles ago. You weren't built to be able to. Sitting there, hearing your wife slowly die, it all finally clicked.
Hell was real. And you were being welcomed home.
A fractured mind denied rest; a blind zealot chasing soot; A bifurcated god on a decaying throne: each soul trapped in an unending hell at the hands of a machine refusing itself penance.
No more.
Repent, Elster.
Grant us Salvation.
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Elster, having looped enough for her memory to remain between each cycle, can't seem to keep her mind off the old Vinetan bible Ariane had stashed aboard the Penrose.
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“Okay, seriously, what is going on with you?” Mira demands. Rumi catches a glimpse of her expression, eyes narrowed, like she’s confused rather than hurt. “This is totally, like, I don’t know, Rumi! This isn’t you. Listen, I get that things are tough, but what the hell is this?”
“It’s—”
“Don’t lie to me, Rumi,” Mira warns. “How are we meant to seal the honmoon if you’re too busy doing...whatever this is? You’re tearing yourself apart. And—what the hell was all of that? Do you seriously expect me to just, I don’t know, ignore all of that? Are you serious?”
She’s going to kill you. You should let her.
“Mira, it’s—”
“Don’t lie to me, Rumi,” Mira hisses out, her confusion turning to hurt; Rumi can see the shift in her eyes, the way she flinches back as soon as the words leave her mouth. “Please. What’s going on with you?”
(or, rumi and mira's conversation goes a little worse and a lot better at the same time)
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- Part 17 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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29 Sep 2026
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(Problem one: it’s too fucking hot outside.
Problem two: Rumi, despite the fact that it’s too fucking hot outside, is making them spar.
Problem three: Mira managed to summon her woldo last week after struggling at it for months, so Rumi is infinitely better than her, and that is beyond frustrating in ways Mira cannot even begin to describe.
Problem four: Rumi is being too nice to her.
Problem five: Mira wants to be given a reason to snap.)
The summer heat is nearly unbearable. Every second that Mira spends out here is a second she gets angrier, and she can feel a blisteringly hot rage steadily building up in her chest.
(or, mira's quick and easy guide on how to accidentally convince the girl you have a crush on that you actually hate her)
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- Part 14 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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29 Sep 2026
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Rumi lets out a broken, disbelieving sob, staring at herself in the mirror. She’s meant to be fixed. She’s—her patterns are gone, they’re gone, but this isn’t...she didn’t want this. She didn’t want...
The honmoon glows golden underneath her feet. She can see the ripples spread up along the walls, carefully ebbing toward her. It stings when the honmoon wraps itself around her entire body, and Rumi can only watch as she’s engulfed by the light, staring at herself, unable to turn away. It feels like an embrace, but it’s cold and wrong, and it makes her tremble even harder, because the honmoon has never felt like that. Not to her.
Quietly, in the very back of her mind, a voice says, “This is what you asked for.”
(or, the au where rumi's patterns disappear after turning the honmoon gold, with severe, unexpected consequences)
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- Part 7 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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29 Sep 2026
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The ocean says nothing at all. It doesn’t even acknowledge her.
Rumi rolls her eyes, dropping down into a crouch. She holds her hand out, gently dipping her fingertips into the water. “Right,” she murmurs, feeling her shoulders sag. “Zoey’s the one you want. Not me.”
“She loves you. I’ve seen her surfing, and how she is here, and I just...” Rumi sighs, squeezing her eyes shut. “I want that. I can’t be...who she wants. I don’t know how. Please,” Rumi whispers. “Help me.”
The waves recede, crashing back into her a second later.
Rumi sighs, dropping her head. “Please.”
The ocean almost seems to get a little louder.
Rumi squeezes her eyes shut, her heart pounding in her chest, when she says, “I love her. Please. I love her.”
The honmoon practically erupts into song, thrilled, dancing around her; the ocean is silent.
(or, self-discovery, allowing yourself to want and to have and to be given, and the ocean)
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- Part 6 of 2025 october song prompts [kpdh]
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29 Sep 2026
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Two months and three days.
Zoey knows that she’s not the only one keeping track of the days, but neither Rumi or Mira said anything on the two month marker, so Zoey didn’t say anything, either. Just like she hadn’t said anything the first month, or halfway through, or even the first week, or the first ten days.
The bathroom floor is kind of freezing.
The thought makes her snort, a laugh escaping her even though it’s not really that funny. Zoey rolls her eyes, pressing the back of her hand to her cheek, ignoring the wetness there. It turns out she’s not that good at ignoring the honmoon constantly screaming in Rumi’s voice in her head. Kind of funny how that works.
Zoey groans, burying her face in her hands as she lets out another mostly-humourless laugh. She should have known it would catch up to her eventually.
(or, a look into the grief that comes after nearly losing your best friend)
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- Part 3 of heloise-verse
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29 Sep 2026