The KDM complete works - CharlieTiger
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When Rumi starts testing the limits and abilities of her demon half, Zoey does something dangerous and gets her own idea.
Do traditional demon/spirit rules apply to Rumi? Lets find out!
(Technically multi chapter but more like seperate short stories around a central theme)
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“Rumi, it’s late. Is everything ok?”
Rumi tried to answer but all that came out was a strangled moan.
“Rumi?” Celine was at Rumi’s bedside in an instant.
Rumi looked at Celine. She didn’t want her to know. But…but she had to.
“Rumi what’s wrong? Are you sick? Hurt?”
Once again the pain kept Rumi from responding. Instead she pointed to her body. At Celine’s confused look, Rumi then carefully, slowly, pulled up her shirt to reveal her patterns. The action brought spots to her vision. It felt like she was burning from the inside out.
“Rumi your patterns. They’ve grown.
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What if Rumi's patterns hurt? What if every time they grew they burned? What if Celine didn't hold back from touching Rumi's face out of fear of who she was, but out of fear of hurting her?
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“Hypothetically,” she asked, “if a demon and a human ever got together and made half-demons, what would we do about it?”
Mira sat up and peered at Rumi. Rumi didn't like that look; it felt uncomfortably like she could see right through her, like she could just tell Rumi wasn't asking an idle question. She was about to walk the question back, to change the topic, something, when Mira's eyes widened. Oh no—this was it; Rumi was done for.
“Oh my God,” said Mira. She narrowed her eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Rumi “You're thinking about having cute babies with that Saja Boy!”
(Or: Rumi tries to delicately soft launch the subject of hybrid human-demons; it doesn't go as planned.)
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Rumi is on her way to pick up Mira and Zoey for their date night, but chooses interesting spelling in her texts.
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- Part 1 of POV ur kimbap and im Rumi
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It’d be easier if she took her hoodie off, her inner voice reminded her petulantly, anything to get some cool air against her skin.
Rumi pushed the thought aside, it would be fine.She had been warm before, she could be warm again.
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Rumi has been warned repeatedly about the perils of wearing layers and warm clothing in the California heat. Too bad she doesn't listen.