"Ah!" was the cry softly made under the musty confines of the ledger desk. Small hands strained aloft as their host trembled and fought to keep his noises to himself. The eyes grew heavy as dull ivories dug into the already swollen flesh of the boy's lower lip, desperate to keep from actual tears. Graveses did not cry. They did not whine and they certainly didn't hide themselves when such a momentous moment was afoot of them. Percival was already failing on two counts, he would not start on a third, even as his wrist burned and his veins leaked to form the cursive brands that would further chart his future.
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"Curious," was the word muffled by the open stream and the wood. The boy in the tree sat stoic as he held his hands aloft. His back protested as he slumped further and at a more absurd angle against the tree trunk, but he paid it no mind. He was mostly numb anyway, head to toes, the culprit vial that had made it so shifting in his pocket as he squirmed. Curiouser and curiouser, his eyes roamed with the stretch of his skin, the creases that folded and unfolded, the veins that bled, the letters and names that made themselves known, splotching into shape.
Or perhaps, rather, name.
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Heyo, do I write this? Do I write a soulmate au? Do I add to my mounting workload and add in this one-shot? Do we do this? Do you guys like it?
[@willofhounds @grimalkinmessor @hotforcaptaincold @reina1505 thoughts?]