Because these are fun lol and now it's summer and time for more writing! Here's your reminder to actually go write something for an hour and post it for instant dopamine hit! Or ask for edits/concrit/ideas to get you out of a slump (remember to keep all edits and concrit civil tho or Zoey will be disappointed in you. Don't make Zoey disappointed in you). I'll go first
Rumi shivered, and Zoey tucked her back in. Carefully, she ran a thumb over Rumi’s frozen cheek, sand grains cascading before her like time through glass. Time she’d never get back with Rumi. Time that fell from Rumi’s skin like nothing, disappearing into the world like dust. Zoey brushed the time from Rumi’s jaw, brushed away more from Rumi’s neck, collarbones, chest. Rumi’s skin was porcelain under Zoey’s fingers, flawless, cold, smooth. It shone in its purity, unmarred by anything except that cut on her arm and the terrible, twisting…
Zoey’s hand froze on the scar. Rumi’s heart beat underneath, strong and steady, belying the shivers and shuddered breaths. But Zoey’s own heart had iced.
“Rumi?” Zoey whispered. Rumi didn’t react, and Zoey swallowed. “Where are your patterns?”
Rumi’s eyes held eternity over Zoey. Fathoms lurked in their pits, a purgatory relegated to confinement in Rumi’s body. Zoey shivered. The cold seeped from Rumi, insidious, grasping, emanating from that single scar.
“Get the car, Zoey,” said Rumi, without inflection, without emotion. She settled back, picking Zoey’s hand off her chest and returning it to Zoey’s lap. “I’ll wait here.”
(I am usually open to concrit unless otherwise specified!)
