Fricken….
Ok. So a small fun tidbit about me, I can hear music playing faintly sometimes, even if there’s no obvious source. I can usually hear it pretty clearly, but it’s only a small part of it. Why am I telling you this?
Because Eternity keeps playing and now I can’t stop the idea of a Rumi stuck somehow, trapped inside the Honmoon after sealing it (not under it in the demon realm or above it, but in an in between space she can’t leave immediately.) with the golden Honmoonz
And I’m just picturing Rumi spending two full years inside it, watching as Mira and Zoey spend a month searching for her until Celine comes clean and explains things to them, and they spend the next six-eight months mourning Rumi and assuming she died. They do try and find a way to get under the golden Honmoon to the demon realm where she could be, but they simply lack the means.
The Honmoon cannot hurt itself, after all.
A combination of Bobby (who thinks Rumi was kidnapped and killed, likely by some kind of crazy fan) and Celine (who knows Rumi would hate her if she let her girls wallow like this) convince them to start moving forwards. They don’t release anything during Rumi’s two years stuck inside the Honmoon, instead opting to retire and become instructors/music creators for newer artists.
They actually become fairly successful and Rumi, despite her despair at only being allowed to watch as her eternal reward for all she’s done, is happy for them.
That happiness turns bittersweet when she discovers they’ve been dating for a year, since before the sealing of the Honmoon. She can’t blame them for it, she always put that space between them, but it still hurts.
Not because they’re together.
Because she isn’t there with them.
It hurts worse when they lament about how they’d wanted her to join them.
The second year passes quickly and incredibly slowly. She watches as Mira and Zoey’s careers plateau on purpose, so they can have maximum freedom while still getting decent money. (Their richer then rich, they do it for kicks mostly.) she sees as Celine slowly spirals further and further, sobbing at Miyeongs, and now her, graves and apologizing.
Rumi can’t take it. She can’t take the quiet sadness slowly pushing itself into Mira and Zoey. She won’t let the guilt keep gnawing at Celine like this. They need to know she’s ok. So, she starts experimenting. Testing the limits of this new Honmoon.
She finds that while it can’t be broken, it can be… stretched. Pushing against it with all her might lets her affect the physical world to a degree, but not much more. She also finds that it’s slightly easier for her to manipulate around Celine, and even easier around Mira and Zoey.
She forms a theory, one that she gets to test weeks later when the three of them are in a meeting room to discuss an upcoming group. Rumi can manipulate the Honmoon even easier, enough so to grab something. Or, someone.
To say Mira is shocked would be an understatement. The pink haired woman shrieked when the Honmoon suddenly wrapped around her arm, and then clung to her in the shape of a hand.
A hand attached to a pale arm, with patterns. Mira’s eyes dart down to the face pushing against the Honmoon, dreading what kind of demon she would see that could somehow push the supposedly immutable barrier to this degree.
When she sees the patterned face of one of the women she loves, Mira is shocked, then disbelieving, then she’s moving.
She goes to grab at Rumi, but she simply shakes her head, a sad smile on her face. She didn’t do this so they could pull her out, she knows that wouldn’t work. (She’s almost certain. About 90%, give or take.) She did this so they’d know she’s ok. That she’s happy, even, getting to watch them.
As she fades back into the Honmoon, a sudden hand grasps her arm. Rumi is somehow shocked to see Zoey grasping at her, holding on tightly. Rumi goes to twist free, confused, but a second hand grabs onto her hand through the Honmoon.
Mira has both hands on hers, holding tightly to it and she’s pleading, begging Rumi to fight, to stay with them. She’s pulling, as is Zoey, but they aren’t able to get her very far.
Celine is there moments later, grasping at Rumi’s shoulder, and lifting. The Golden Honmoon is bending, twisting, maneuvering to try and keep Rumi beneath it.
Rumi hesitantly begins to push.
The impenetrable barrier bends, strains, and buckles under the four hunters efforts. With an oddly satisfying pop Rumi is torn from the Honmoon and into Mira, Zoey’s, and Celine’s arms. Rumi is too stunned to act for a moment, but the tears don’t wait for her to process her sudden freedom.
She starts crying trars of joy, laughing and grabbing all three women.
She is home.
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I just thought it was nice. A shorter one, sure, but a nice one anyways.
Hope y’all liked it!
