Fics like in the dark (here's my heart)

“Yes! You’re overstimulated, Rumi! It’s hard not to clock when you’re all growl-y and bite-y. Which is hot, by the way—I mean, yes! Totally hot, but you also look like you’re in pain soooo—not so hot.” Zoey gestures to the items she brought before she can dive into another tangent. “The headphones! And the blindfold—put them on, unnie. I promise it’ll feel nice!” The blindfold and headphones go on next, and with them properly on, Rumi’s worldview narrows drastically. Darkness envelops her vision. Quiet surrounds her hearing, and even through the noise-canceling feature of Zoey’s headphones, Rumi can still hear a smidge with her heightened senses. The soul bond remains, allowing Rumi to hear the rhythmic thump of Mira’s and Zoey’s heartbeats; she can hear their soft breaths, the easy inhale and gentle exhale that accompanies every beat. The hum of their resonating souls is soothing with nothing else to block it. It’s… nice. It’s so much nicer rather than hearing every sound in existence fighting for limited space inside Rumi’s head. // or, rumi's overstimulated so mira and zoey suggest sensory deprivation... which leads to a whole new world for rumi

Fics like in the dark (here's my heart)

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