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    After a few blissful minutes, Sua has something on her mind. Mizi can feel it, in the tautness of her posture, drawn tight like a string on a bow.

    “Mizi.” Sua repeats, again. Mizi lifts her head off her chest, and gazes up at her.

    It’s that look in her eyes again. She wants her. She wants to press her lips all over her body and forget about the inevitable. She wants to lose herself in her.

    “Sua.” She says, softly. It’s a statement of affirmation.

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    20 Aug 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    Sometimes Sua was more forthcoming. More dominant. It was never bad, always gentle, cradling, so careful Mizi thought she might break. It wasn’t bad. The thoughts were fine, a normal by-product of typical intimacy. When Sua touched her she was engulfed. Each string of her body swept up, unraveled, tied tightly and pulled apart.

    No graphic depictions of sex, (barely any actually) but they are technically having sex during this fic jsyk

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    20 Aug 2025

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    The last thing Bobby remembers is watching Huntrix plummet down the charts. Now it's....day time? And the girls just smashed another concert out of the park! A concert Bobby cannot remember organizing at all but that's fine. He knows his job: Take care of his girls.

    (Or: Bobby gets to remember what actually went down at Namsan Tower.)

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    14 Aug 2025

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    Rumi doesn’t leave.

    She doesn’t want to. Even if she had tried, it would probably have been impossible – Zoey and Mira have positively caged her in, and she doesn’t think there's a way of escaping. She’s basically buried underneath them.

    She… she likes it.

    The way they don’t seem to shy away from her, the way both of them seem to seek physical contact.
    She doesn’t even think that anyone ever hugged her, before she met her team.
    And now, she’s here, between her first and best friends – and Zoey keeps burying her head in Rumi’s shoulder, whenever she laughs too much; and Mira’s legs are pressed against her own, and the taller girl absentmindedly grabs her hand every now and then.

    She thinks she might like it - being held like this.

    – .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. –

    In which the Honmoon is more than just a shield protecting the world from demons - it is a net, is a connection, it binds souls together and never lets them go again. And it has chosen. Rumi is just left to wonder if, despite of what she is, the other two parts of her soul will be able to love her, still.

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    14 Aug 2025

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    (She thinks, once, that she might be lonely.)

    (It’s not a big deal.)

    (She has the Honmoon following her and the ghosts and sometimes Celine – and yes, she might feel lonely, still, but it’s not a big deal.)

    (There must be a reason why no one wants her around.)

    (Something other than just the patterns – only Celine knows of those. Maybe the ghosts. But no one else – so she knows that there must be some other reason, one that is really obvious to everyone else but hard to define, for her.)

    (It’s been there since forever.)

    (Maybe there is more ruined about her than just the patterns.)

    (Maybe there is another, deeper reason – the marks are merely on her skin, in her flesh, after all, but they do not reach her soul. Or do they? Perhaps, then, there is something rotten within her, something bad, something that screams at other people from a distance don’t come near me be careful hate me don’t you ever learn how to love me.)

    (She thinks it might be her destiny – to be lonely. There is no use crying over it.)

    – .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. –

    (Or: Rumi, longing and loneliness, and all that remains after a life spent hiding.)

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    09 Aug 2025

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