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After a rabies exposure, the virus must travel to the brain before it can cause symptoms. Therefore, the incubation period may last for weeks to months depending on several factors such as location of the exposure site (in relation to the brain) and age; in extremely rare cases it could be dormant for years.
Rumi thinks about this one frequently, lying in bed at night; the idea that you could be wasting away at any moment in your life. A poison in your veins with you none the wiser– like a ticking bomb just waiting to go off.
You would need to get bit or scratched first, of course, and if you took the right precautions you would likely never know. And Rumi has never been bitten anyway. She’s fine.
Absently, she scratches at her shoulder– skin tight.also known affectionately as the “rabies rumi” fic. i promise she doesn’t actually get rabies.
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17 Jan 2026
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Rumi shrugs. “It’s just… one of those days, I guess.”
She doesn’t say which kind, but she knows they’ve both had them. It’s the kind where the weight of being left out isn’t in anyone else’s actions, only in the gap she doesn’t know how to cross. Where the warmth of the room makes her ache because she can’t quite find a way to let it in.
Rumi always thought her patterns would fade once the Honmoon was sealed, but they didn’t. And now they seem to respond to her emotions.
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26 Nov 2025
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Prompt: After the idol awards, Rumi thanks Mira and Zoey for sparing her life.
They do not react well to this.
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14 Nov 2025
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“It’s true, right? What you did for- for Jinu, for the others–”
Mira sees Rumi’s shoulders slack. “I didn’t do anything,” she says, like she has since the first time this happened.
“You freed them,” the demon insists, the sheen of its eyes making it look desperate.
Mira didn’t think demons could cry, before this started happening.
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17 Sep 2025
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In the mirror, her eyes were still golden. But they didn’t seem as unnatural now. They were warm. Luminous. Like sunrise caught in glass. Like the colour they fought to turn the Honmoon.
“I keep forgetting,” Rumi muttered, “that I don’t have to hide anymore.”
“That’s why we’re here,” Zoey said, nudging her with an elbow. “To remind you.”
Or: A week since everything went down, Rumi finds herself forgetting she doesn't have to keep things a secret anymore. (3 times +1)
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18 Aug 2025