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Summary:
From the moment Mother told him about Soulmates, Zuko had been fascinated. “The Spirits take two souls and weave them together. The threads used by the Spirits take the form of marks on your skin. A Soulmate is someone who is meant to guide, love, and support you.”
When the writing first appeared on Sokka’s arm, he ran to tell his mom, who sat him on her lap, and told him of the Ocean and Moon spirits, the first Soulmates, who wore each other’s marks and felt each other’s pain like an echo, who weave the souls of men together and push-pull their destinies in time with the waves. She told him that his Soulmate wasn’t meant to complete him, but to compliment him, to be his friend, his companion, and that he was to be theirs, even if the oceans and skies divided them.
So this is my first fic in the ATLA fandom, and I’m pretty excited about it! A few things to note: the chapter count is tentative at best and may go up, platonic soulmates are very much a thing in this AU, and the story will update every two weeks! The tags and other info are under the cut, because there’s a lot. Thanks! <3
