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Rumi is backstage when she receives a call from an unknown number, and within the next hour, she’s on a plane to Jeju.
(or: Celine hurts herself, and Rumi comes back home for the first time in almost a year to look after her.)
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“Change can be difficult,” Nefer offers simply, but not dismissively.
Lauma huffs, smiling in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I honestly find it more complicated than difficult.”
She doesn’t regret it, of course. The Frostmoon Scions deserved to know the truth, and she can see that, despite the challenges, her people have proven themselves resilient, and malleable. Adaptable. Many have left, but many others have stayed too, and they’re building something new and something better now because of that difficult truth. She wouldn’t change anything, if she were given the chance to do things over.
But it’s—complicated. More so, lately.
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- Part 2 of oasis
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"There are some things you just can’t put a price on.”
“Such as?”
“Friendship, for example.”
Nefer breathes out. “Is that what this is, then?”
“I think that I would like it to be,” Lauma says after a long and thoughtful silence. “Would you?”
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- Part 1 of oasis
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When Zoey said she was ‘sending help over’, Mira thought she meant packets of her favorite instant ramyeon, the kind that’s too spicy for literally anyone else but her to like, and maybe some electrolyte sticks and some packs of instant porridge for when her stomach is too unsettled for anything else, along with a cooling patch or two and some Ibuprofen to help with the aches. She expected the usual kind of care package Zoey would send her when she knows she’s too stubborn to ask for help or to be looked after but desperately needs it anyway.
Mira didn’t think Zoey meant she was sending her girlfriend over to fuck her until she finally stops dripping like a broken faucet with all of her unsatisfied need.
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Rumi’s stomach churns at the thought of seeing Celine again after how they left things off before she ran head-first into Gwi-ma’s not-so-little deathtrap, but she walks up the steps without thinking, the way she always used to, past the gate and across the familiar stone path, and then knocks on the front door.
“Celine,” she calls, and then she hears it. The soft, slow shuffle of footsteps from inside, drawing nearer and nearer, and then, the sound of the lock turning, and—
The door opens, and the woman standing in front of them is not Celine.
If Rumi isn’t actually dead already, her heart stops. “Mom?”
Ryu Miyeong frowns at her. “‘Mom?’"
or: Rumi wakes in a world where Miyeong is alive, and Rumi never existed.