Heir's gold smells like poison [Polytrix]
[Polytrix]
"DON'T LEAVE !"
And her last request shook the world to its core. A fuchsia wave spread around her. And there Rumi stood, at the junction between worlds. On this tenuous frontier that was a breath away from breaking. Standing on this unspeakable point.
That was it. The epicenter of chaos.
The event left the young woman speechless. Shocked, like the two other spectators, by what had just happened. Rumi had nothing left to defend.
You can't reason with fear. It's the beauty of it. Intuitive, wild, unreasoning. And her hunters... They were terrified.
Rumi had stopped fidgeting, caught like a wounded deer in the headlights of a car hurtling across burning tarmac, its glare flooding her field of vision a little more every second. Until it dazzled her. She had little time left before she was struck, and the impact promised to destroy a little more than her flesh and hollow carcass.
Rated mature for mention of eating desorder, self harm, suicidal behavior (light tho) Post canon, they performed Golden and scealled a golden Honmoon. Rumi never went to Celine.
Takes a while, but everybody heals eventually. Somehow love is found in all this mess.