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“Are you sure she would like this?” Mira asked, frowning down at the rapper who was carefully drawing jagged lines on her arms with purple paint. They had realized Rumi was feeling self conscious about her patterns, hiding them away with baggy clothing and long sleeved shirts after a nasty comment. She hadn’t said much, just retreated into herself and the girls hated seeing the usually bubbly Leader so withdrawn again.
It was Zoey’s idea, painting demon patterns onto their skin to match with the purple haired singer, hoping to show their support and love with the simple gesture. It didn’t take long to rope in Mira, the dancer not immune to the puppy eyes that Zoey threw her way. Mira stifled the smile threatening to pull her lips as she watched Zoey with rapt attention, her tongue sticking out as she carefully drew different jagged lines. The rapper was as focused on this as she would normally get on writing lyrics and it was equal parts enduring and amusing. Finally Zoey leaned back with a satisfied grin, checking her work before thrusting the paint at the dancer.
“Do me now! We gotta hurry! She’s due to come back any second now!” Mira chuckled softly but dutifully started drawing the jagged lines, humming Golden under her breath. After a few beats Zoey started as well, and around them the honmoon pulsed, rippling gold through the threads. They could feel a distant thrum they had come to realize was Rumi, humming back in perfect harmony and making the Hon moon thrum happily. Zoey and Mira shared a quiet smile, letting the silence be filled with their humming and the muted sounds of the world still turning outside their penthouse.
It was just past midnight when the elevator dinged softly, signalling that someone had arrived. Both Mira and Zoey looked up from where they had been watching a documentary, the purple paint clear as day on their skin as they watched the elevator open with bated breaths. The doors slid open with a quiet whoosh, and Rumi stepped out looking more drained than usual, her normally perfect braid now with some strayaways and her eyes dropping. The simple leggings and sweatshirt she wore was wrinkled, as she toed off her shoes. Zoey was the first one up, lips pulling into a frown as she wrapped the leader into a quiet hug. Mira stood a few steps away, a small frown settling on her own lips but waited for her turn.
“Rumi? What happened?” Zoey asked softly as the purple haired singer sunk into her hug with a sigh, her body sagging like it was finally allowed to release its tension.
“Just the same as usual.. Celine trying to convince me to recover up, the label fighting and choosing sides, and the merch department bitching about new designs..” Rumi mumbled softly, turning her head to meet the eyes of Mira and offer a hand for her to join. Mira smiled and took it, not going to refuse an order from her leader and joined the hug. Pressed against Rumi's back with both arms wrapped around Rumi and Zoey both, she felt Rumi fully relax.
“I’m sorry agi, we ordered some takeout, and we had some Ramen packets. Let’s go relax on the couch and forget this for now okay?” Zoey asked softly, cheering softly when Rumi agreed, wiggling away and bounding towards the couch. Rumi just laughed softly, watching the hyper girl before Turing to face the dancer.
“Want to explain why you two have paint all over your arms?” She asked softly as they walked towards the couch, leaning against the back with an amused smile. Zoey froze from where she had fallen against the couch, making nervous eye contact with the singer, while Mira just hummed softly and leaned against the couch.
“Well, I know you’ve been feeling self conscious about your patterns recently..” Zoey started nervously. At the mention of her patterns Rumi stiffened and rubbed an arm over the hoodie's sleeves in an unconscious self soothing method. The patterns on her face flashed a deep purple, a color they associated with fear. Zoey grabbed a hand gently and brought a kiss to her hand as Mira did the same startling Rumi out of her thoughts and making the patterns flash pink.
“So I decided to help you out and we got patterns of our own! Hence the purple paint! And how cool it looks!” Rumi smiled as Zoey jumped up, spacebuns bunching and struck a pose. In the black pants and tank top her broad shoulders and muscled arms were on full display, and with the purple paint tracing delicate lines down her arms, Zoey looked breathtaking. A deep blush settled on Rumi's face as she turned to look at Mira who just smirked and struck a different pose. With how elegant and beautiful the dancer looked, with her thin frame but strong arms it was a miracle Rumi was drooling yet, though she could feel her face burn. Clearing her through Rumi attempted to talk, though only squeaked out a response. Mira and Zoey started laughing, grabbing her arm and pulling her onto the couch in between them. Mira placed a still warmed Ramen container in her hands, the purple color and large text letting her know it was her own brand and she started eating to hide the blush. Zoey smirked and leaned close, stealing a kiss from Rumi before happily tiring back to the documentary, pressing play and settling close.
After a few moments of silence and Rumi soaking in the unconditional love from her girls she pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads.
“Thank you guys for trying, I appreciate it.” Rumi said softly, sinking in lower between the two. Soon Rumi’s head dropped onto Mira’s shoulder, the tiring day caught up to her. Zoey was the first to notice and smiled softly, fishing out her phone and angled it to catch all three of them. Mira threw up a peace sign, the soft smile on her lips one only her girls got, while Zoey smiled brightly, an arm thrown around both Rumi and Mira. Rumi slept oblivious to what was going on around her, feeling safe with her girls.