i love the idea of a soulmate au where any kind of ink on your soulmate’s skin appears identically on your skin bc the potential for angst is astronomical (imagine the letters little amy would write to little jake after she wakes up to find dad left in his handwriting on her arm!!!) but in all honesty 90% of their conversations would be
have u ever thought abt fish
Be more specific
they breathe water amy!!! conspiracy!!!
Gills??
y r u the way that u r
Why are you thinking about fish conspiracies at two in the morning
i got a fish he’s blue i named him mcclane
Why??
die hard is the best we’ve been through this 1000 times
No I mean why did you buy a fish??
u & i both know charles is my impulse control
He didn’t stop you??
he bought one too!!! we have matching fish!!!
You know what? As long as it’s not a tattoo of a fish, I’m fine.
BRB
NO
anyways i should really really write this
Amy’s a month old, too young to remember anything, and he shows up on her skin for the very first time in the form of an explosion of color.
Her mother documents every square inch of it (within reason) in photographs. Long, blotchy stripes of color stretching across her skin in the erratic pattern unique to a doodling toddler who’s found the markers, up and down her arms and legs and across her chest and down her stomach.
Camila Santiago is delighted. Victor Santiago is not.
(“Her soulmate clearly doesn’t have any adult supervision – how did they even get it behind their ears?”
“Relax, mi amor, they’re obviously an artistic child!”)
She’s three, in the hospital waiting room with her brothers and her grandmother waiting for the latest addition to the Santiago family to join the world, and he shows up on the inside of her forearm in scrawled and messy handwriting.