yells 16. i just need this au in my life
※ soulmates au || 16: the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin, as well ※
※ It all started so many years ago. Longer than Gil could remember, really. There was always some sort of writing showing up on his hands, on his arms. It was all in English - or, well, he’d thought it was in English. It was a lot of schedules. A lot of schedules for what seemed like classes. Homework. All in English. There were a few words in French, here and there, at first. As Gil aged, it seemed that this person whose handwriting was appearing on him did, as well.
※ Come high school, Gil was forcing himself to learn English, to try to figure out what the words appearing on his skin were. It turned out, after a year of study, that it was more classes - he wasn’t surprised - and then grocery lists. An incredibly disappointing thing to learn, but, still – he knew that his soulmate, whoever he or she was, liked… broccoli.
※ It was always neat – for as long as Gil could remember, the handwriting was neat. The t’s were crossed perfectly, the i’s dotted impeccably. It was nearly an exact opposite of Gil’s, which was always a mess, his grammar terrible. He felt bad for his poor soulmate, having to deal with the messes he wrote upon his arms.
※ On his own side, sometimes, it was answers for tests. He couldn’t pass chemistry without a bit of writing from the textbook on his forearm. Sometimes, it was simply Adrienne, sitting beside him, doodling on his skin with a pen to see if it would garner a response. Sometimes, he wrote out little bits of poetry he’d found online. Poetry about soulmates, little things he’d seen the people around him doing. Adrienne and her soulmate always wrote back and forth to one another – Gil found it endearing. He wished he had that.
※ Before long, the handwriting began to disappear. Gil’s soulmate was writing on him or herself less and less. At the same time, he was planning on going to college in America - in New York, if he could get into NYU. And, on the day that he got his acceptance letter, he finally wrote on his arm, in the best English he could manage.
※ Hello. I know we have not talked before - maybe that is your fault. Maybe that is mine. I know you speak English - most of the time. It must be your native(?) language. Is that the proper word? Either way. I thought I should say hello. So… hello. Where are you from? I figure, we are meant to be together, soulmates – I have learned that is the English term for what we are – so I thought I should get to know the person behind the incredibly neat handwriting and the grocery lists and study schedules. So, once again, bonjour, hello. Just thought I should check in.