Time will do the talking, years will do the walking I'll just find a comfy spot and I'll wait it out Yes, your time will do the talking, years will do the walking Time will tell you, baby, what you can't hear now

club escapade scene from chapter 3 of love can't make you strong (until love can make you weak) , co-written by @barrhorn and me. If you like the idea of an AU where married singer/songwriter duo zoerumi have their eyes set on supermodel mira (with some plot creeping into the mix), do come by :)

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Rumi and Mira sit on the couch, legs pressed together, a photo album open on their laps as they slowly page through. Zoey’s voice is soft as she narrates, perched on the arm of the couch and leaning over them both.

Ha-young has passed out, curled into Mira’s side, the excitement finally too much. “She’s been tired,” Zoey explained, tucking a blanket around her with practiced hands. “Mid-terms are next week. So, you know,” she grinned at them, that cheeky smile the same as ever, “if her grades are bad, I’m blaming you two.”

“I volunteer to be the bad influence,” Rumi said, raising her hand, just to hear Zoey laugh.

“Of course you do.” Mira just shook her head, her arm curled around their daughter. Rumi wanted to take a picture; she recognized that tired but adoring expression from just after Mira gave birth.

Now she’s gazing down at a picture of Ha-young at maybe twelve, holding up an award from school.

“She likes math, I don’t know where that comes from,” Zoey laughs.

“Me,” Rumi answers softly, gliding a fingernail over the photo, the curve of a cheek and a smile. Mira leans a little into her side, fingers threading through her hair. “Math always felt simple, with one right answer. It just never came up between the demon fighting and the idol life.” She laughs quietly; it’s not really funny. “Maybe that’s why I always liked the business side of things.”

She keeps turning pages, keeps hearing stories, seeing things in snapshots that she should have been here for — but no, she can’t think about that right now. Can’t feel guilty about things that were not in her control, cannot be changed or fixed. All she can do is be here now, and as she gently closes the album, Rumi takes a deep breath, feels her chest crack open and tear sting her eyes. “Zoey,” she says, has to pause for another trembling inhale. “You’ve done such a good job.”

Zoey wobbles, eyes wide, before she curls in on herself, pressing a hand to her face. “Oh damn,” she says, voice watery but trying for levity. “I thought we were done crying.”

“Not yet,” Mira tells her, hand moving from Rumi’s hair to Zoey’s arm, and Zoey slides off the couch arm into Rumi’s side, hugging her tightly, one hand curled in Mira’s shirt, as Mira murmurs to her. Rumi holds onto them both, her gaze locked onto the sleeping form of her daughter.

—

In the morning, Rumi wakes on the couch to the smell of something delicious. Zoey’s still passed out, and Rumi stands, stretches, transfers the blanket to Zoey’s outstretched form. She follows her nose to the kitchen, where Mira and Ha-young sit at the table, food gently steaming on the plates in front of them.

Mira watches as Ha-young takes a bite, their daughter’s expression showing her clear pleasure. “It’s really good, Eomma,” she says, but her second bite is a little slower, her face turning contemplative. “I… remember this.”

“Have some more,” Mira offers, turning away to put some more on Ha-young’s plate, though Rumi can see the slight shine to her eyes.

Rumi steps forward into the room proper, and both of her girls smile at her.

“After all,” Mira adds, “once your Appa starts, there won’t be any food left.”

“Hey—!”

Grinning, Rumi takes a seat at the table. Even if their laughter is directed at her, it’s the most beautiful thing she’s heard in years.

Name: barrhorn Origin: New England, USA. 

Are you producing art or fic for the FemWatch Zine?  Fic.  If you’re a writer, what medium do you use? Combination of Gdocs and word! Who are your favourite authors/artists? Who is your inspiration? Have to mention Tamora Pierce here, since I read all of her series multiple times when I was younger. I also read a lot of Patricia C. Wrede and Terry Pratchett - all of them really got me into creating stories of my own. How do you deal with art/writing block? Change my environment! Getting away from the computer and writing longhand or speaking into a recorder helps a lot by removing the temptation to edit every single word as I write it. And if I still can't, going for a walk and just getting outside helps clear my head. If you could make one ship canon, what would it be? The easy answer for me is Pharmercy, but I like how fandom spans many different ships and seeing what people do with each one. But could we get more Emily/Lena lore, please?

Who do you main in Overwatch? Lucio or Zenyatta whenever solo, a lot more Reinhardt when in a group! Do you do commissions? No.  Social Media:  barrhorn.tumblr.com

Ah, but for Fareeha, the birds land in the soldier’s rough hands without hesitation, chirping to each other and settling their wings with a flutter. Her deep patience is a different sort, the disciplined confidence in herself that lets her meet all challenges equally. Her stillness is born of experience, drilled into her during basic training and while crammed into transports. Her leadership has never been about being the loudest voice; she radiates a calmness and a security that others gravitate to.

Even, it seems, a group of songbirds.

Somewhere called home - Barrhorn

Birthday sketch for the wonderful @barrhorn​ Happy birthday dear! Your writing continues to wow and inspire me everytime you post! 

7 (zodiac/horoscope and whether it fits) - Based on what Wikipedia says about Libras, yes to “indecisive/tends to weigh both sides of everything” and “is happy based within relationships/enjoys company for its own sake” parts, but not entirely sure about “good decision making”, or“social butterfly” part… so I suppose it’s applicable to an extent? (Though I guess that’s ultimately what horoscopes are like generally.)

52 (broken bone history) - Somehow there’s been a lucky star shining over me long enough that I haven’t actually broken anything before, though the closest times were 1) when I caught my foot in the spokes of a moving bicycle I was riding pillion on as a teenager, and 2) the time I had a rock give way under my foot while descending a slope, fell/slid several metres, and badly twisted that left ankle in the process. It’s been a bit more susceptible to rolling ever since.

103 (dream vacation location) - …this one is hard. I guess it’s no one specific place so much as a type? I’d actually really like to do some kind of long-haul road trip someday through the United States or somewhere in Europe, the kind where you don’t exactly stick to the highway the whole time but wander off to check out whenever something interesting-looking comes up, and have no particular schedule to abide to, just a rough To-Do, Maybe list to refer to. (More important than location, there’s also good company with me along the way.)

187 (earworm) - It’s been vacillating between Matt Nathanson’s Come On Get Higher and The Weepies’ World Spins Madly On (the latter more for the rolling music than the lyrics, though it can be hard not to think of the Ryan Woodward animation after a while) mainly because I’ve been putting on mellow music for trying to Write Things, sigh