๐โข Rumi made a mistake. It felt small at the momentโbarely actually relevant to her exhausted mind.
After a long, horridly drawn out fight with demons all afternoon, protecting Zoey and Mira, them protecting her, taking hit after hit, she had finally gotten back to her own room in the top of their penthouse.
She had taken off her own jacket, telling Mira and Zoey she was uninjured. In reality, she had some pretty nasty gashes on her arms and shoulders, and one nick on her jawโbut she was pretty expert in patching herself up, being she never showed Mira nor Zoey her patterns and had to hide themโฆ
Anywayโafter patching herself up?
She made her little mistake. Sheโd fallen asleep without her jacket on.
Which, in hindsight doesnโt seem awful. She sleeps with her door locked and her curtains closedโso what was the worry?
The worry was that she woke up in the middle of the night, parched and delirious with exhaustion, And had left her bedroom.
She just wanted a cup of water.
Her purple hair wasnโt even in its braidโshe was just in her sleeveless-crop-top-turtleneckโher white one, and her patterns, a vibrant purple pink is what gave her lightโand she barely even realized. She had been so tired that she had misplaced her hand coordinationโ
And knocked over a cup.
It clinked off the counter, but, it had been enough to wake up both Mira and Zoey.
Who were now staring at her with bulging eyesโseeing herโher patterns, her claws that had appeared in alarm when she knocked over the cup.
And they definitely did not know it was Rumi. Because to them? Rumi was human. A hunter. A singer. But Rumi was the only one who knew the truthโthat she was half-demon.
Crap.
And now, Mira was attacking her. Great.