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“Swear you’ll come back to me,” she murmurs into Rumi’s hair, eyes trained on the barn rafters lest her brimming tears overflow into the hay.
“As you wish,” Rumi whispers against Fuyumi’s collarbone.
It sounds like I love you.
(or, the miruyumi princess bride au nobody asked for.)
Bookmarked by Worldpollution
26 Feb 2022
