The Second Resort

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"Seems like everytime we're together, it's to grieve"

A year later, I'm still in great love with this game. and I express it as best I can, I paint.

"Seems like everytime we're together, it's to grieve"

A year later, I'm still in great love with this game. and I express it as best I can, I paint.

It was always the same dream. Her and her girls, beneath the Seonangdang, dressed in hanboks, the Honmoon dancing around them as they sung lullabies in three part harmony, threading through her fingers as they fed it into a loom, weaving...something.

What was weirder is that all three of them kept sharing the same dream.

"Maybe we're performing maintenance in our sleep?" Zoey had suggested, "That's what dreams are anyways, loading screens while our brains sort out the day's events,"

"But that's before you add magic into the equation," Mira countered, "Did Celine have anything to say?"

Rumi shook her head, "There are a lot on dreams in the records, even shared ones, but nothing of substance. The shared ones were just a byproduct of the Honmoon connection,"

"But why did we only start dreaming together now?"

Rumi shrugged, helpless.

"Maybe we're overthinking things," Mira sighed, pressing kisses to their foreheads, "This is all Honmoon nonsense and we need to wait for it to make sense,"

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So the dreams continued, on and off through months, throughout appearances on variety shows where Mira was a standout with children, throughout trips to California where they'd spend time with Zoey's niece and nephew, days spent with children, nights weaving together the Honmoon, mornings spent with songs on her lips and a deep, deep want in her heart.

Then, one night, they finished, and Rumi snapped awake to the fading glow of the Honmoon.

Mira and Zoey roused beside her, looking about as flabbergasted as she felt.

"What-,"

A whine suddenly cut through the room.

An infant's cry.

The three of them scrambled to the edge of the bed, and looked down.

A baby looked up them, swaddled in a patterned cloth the shimmered like the Honmoon.

"WHAT THE-,"

The baby whined, cutting off Zoey's words, and Mira swooped down, collecting the baby into her arms.

"Rumi, Rumi she has patterns,"

She pulled aside the blanket, pointing out dark markings criss-crossing her arm and cheek, like patterns, but softer, rounder, like strings of the Honmoon.

"The dreams," Rumi whispered, "Weaving, oh fuck,"

Zoey let out an insane little giggle, "Oh my god our yearning created a child. Are, are we moms now?"

The words settled over the three of them like a blanket, Mira rocking the child, humming a now familiar lullaby.

"Yes," Rumi declared with an insistence that surprised even her, "Yes, we can be her moms. Wait, it's a girl, right?"

"Yep."

First batch of headcanons for the Superman AU:

Celine belonged to the military guild and Mi‑yeong to the artistic one.

It was Mi‑yeong who began courting Celine, fascinated by her beauty and the strength that accompanied it. Celine rejected her for a long time, too attached to Krypton’s rules and her own guild, until she finally yielded to her charms, enchanted by her voice.

Matricomp deemed their relationship incompatible. They decided to steal a ship and a birth matrix and set out into the stars. Mi‑yeong believed the universe was too beautiful to spend a life in one place. Celine believed in Mi‑yeong. That was enough to leave.

Rumi was born far from Krypton. The birth matrix had been slightly damaged during her mothers’ escape and exposed to cosmic radiation. This caused her left eye to develop weaker powers than the right (it sees worse, its heat vision doesn’t reach the same temperatures and causes pain and fatigue more quickly), her hair took on a purple tint, and some of her tissues became denser. She also accumulates solar energy faster and in greater amounts, but long, intense periods without sunlight can quickly lead to exhaustion and weakness.

For five years they wandered through star systems, living like nomads of the universe. Mi‑yeong was at her most creative then; Celine at her most stressed—she lost count of how many times they had to flee or fight because Mi‑yeong became too enamored with something she absolutely shouldn’t have. Fortunately, Rumi’s presence added a bit of sense to her life.

Rumi grew up in space, learning from both her mothers. From Mi‑yeong she learned art, music, and wonder; from Celine discipline, survival, and combat.

Red dwarfs make up the majority of stars (70-80% of all stars), so during their travels they rarely had the chance to be exposed to radiation from other types of stars. The Sun was the first yellow star they had ever seen.

Mi‑yeong always followed beauty, so when she heard rumors of the Sun’s beauty, she decided they should go there. That’s where they encountered slave hunters. Celine managed to destroy all the attackers, but Mi‑yeong was gravely wounded while protecting Rumi. Celine pushed the ship to its limits, but she couldn’t make it in time. She buried her beloved on Jeju Island, in the most beautiful place she could find. At the burial site she placed a great stone, burned Mi‑yeong’s name into it, and together with Rumi sang her favorite songs.

The first hours on Earth were a nightmare for Celine—her grief worsened the sensory overload caused by the Sun’s radiation. In her suffering she nearly hurt Rumi.