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Zoey insists on going through her entire list of 57 "what's wrong with Rumi's voice, and how do we fix it?" theories the night before Rumi's appointment with Healer Han.
One thing leads to another, and Rumi's secret is exposed.
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“You okay?” Zoey asks, her hand wrapped around Rumi’s. Mira’s hands are braced at her opposite shoulder, keeping her arm steady, and ow— that’s where the demon must have got her. She winces around a sharp inhale.
“You’re okay,” Mira says, firm. “Go slow. I think it dislocated your shoulder on top of scratching you up. Ripped your sweatshirt too, sorry. I know you liked this one.”
It takes Rumi a moment to register what she said. Then, in a move that makes her head spike with a pain that almost takes out her vision entirely, her focus snaps to her arm.
The sleeve of her hoodie is slashed open and gaping. Her patterns are out, shining in the morning sunlight, vivid even through the blood.
She’s up and away before either of them can stop her.
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The first time Rumi gets hurt after the Idol Awards, a head wound and shock means she forgets that her team now knows about her patterns— and old habits die hard.
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“Rumi.”
“Ah,” says Zoey. She shuffles her notebooks into a pile she can pull to her chest, and spits her pen out onto the floor somewhere behind her. That’s a later problem. “You think it’s intervention time?”
“I think it’s at least not leave-her-by-herself time.” When Mira passed Rumi’s door earlier, she swears on her life she heard her talking, and she’s not letting that slide again, not after last time. Friends don’t let friends talk to the air. Or let friends talk to inanimate spirit swords that could possibly contain the soul of a 400-year-old demon. It’s not exactly in the girl code, but Mira’s always run more on intuition and street-smarts than the playbook.
Zoey nods, brow knitted. “On it. That girl needs boba and to watch Boys Over Flowers.”
“Again,” Mira agrees. “C’mon.”
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Or, Mira's worried Rumi's talking to herself again, but it's weirder than that.
Or, Mira and Zoey meet the tiger and the bird.
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Those whose souls are claimed by the Fey are to be feared. Briderall learns this lesson the night Caleb is taken.
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the sickle smile of the crazed moon by jezebel_rising
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies)
28 Dec 2024
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Bilbo was tired. He had seen the flames of Mount Doom explode in his face. He had drowned in the Brandywine river before ever reaching Rivendell. He had died defending his Company from the trolls. He'd died in Goblin Town. He'd died at the gates of Erebor, dropped from a mad Thorin's grip. He'd been run through, burnt to death, squished by a very angry dragon, drowned – multiple times, that was a particular nightmare, thank you – and killed by the sword so many times that the sheer thought of it had lost its shock to his system.
Bilbo was very tired of dying. He was very tired of failing his friends and family and ones he loved above all else. Bilbo was tired of the Ring and its stupid manipulations. Bilbo was tired. Bilbo was so very tired. But after yet another death he woke up again...
...to find that his dwarves, his Company, his Thorin and Dwalin, act in a way they never had before.
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- Part 362 of 365 days of fic
- Part 27 of Yule tales
- Part 6 of the crazed moon