The Glacier Clawsion
Age: 5 years, 3 weeks, 3 days
Born: August 27th, 2014
Adopted: 3 years, 2 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: July 6th, 2016
- Level: 4
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
everyone always dreams of seeing the world in colour. "one day, you'll see how pretty the sky really looks," his kindergarten teacher would say, leaving his classmates awestruck. they start their bullshit propaganda young, cramming the idea of soulmates into the minds of kids and having them grow up with this anxiety of ever finding 'the one'. the one. a laughable idea. there's seven-something billion people in the world. how difficult would it ever be to find 'the one'.
nick doesn't mind his black and white world. the shades are comfortable for him. he doesn't care for 'green' or 'blue'. that's what he always tells himself, anyways. but then on a night out, he feels his soulmate nearby. he fights his instincts and urges but loses almost immediately. it's disgusting, really, how unnaturally the body will act in the presence of a bond. he follows the tug like an obedient, mindless automaton.
when their eyes meet outside that alleyway, it's an immediate change in his landscape. he always thought when he'd start to see colour (-- if he ever did --) that the process would be slow, like how they showed in the movies. but it was instantaneous. he doesn't know the most names of the new shades he sees. doesn't know how to describe his soulmate's eyes or the colour of his hair. but he does know one colour.
red. the colour of blood.
and on his soulmate, it was everywhere.
it's his soulmate who speaks first: "lucky, lucky you."
how fucking ironic. i never even wanted a soulmate.
guess if you shit talk the system, they put you with the worst out there.