my fam

YES i love it when adrian is way bigger than rocky uh here's my take on rocky and adrian

He varies intensely but he’s still the same ol Eridian!!

Rocky chose a hand to match Grace's scar!

At night, when the phantom-sounds of gunshots and screaming get too loud, he curls the string around his fingers and stares at the striking red. On days where konig wants to love anybody but himself, he holds that red and sends it all his love.

A promise there's someone out there who would hold all the ugly, terrifying parts of him and love him anyways. Love all of him.

He doesn't notice when it happens, caught up in the middle of an op. He leaves base with a red string, and sometime between then and returning back it's...gone.

His soulmate dies before konig can meet them.

He...loses himself a bit. Who would want him, who would love him if not you? He can't cope without that red string.

No one comments on the bracelet konig wears constantly nowadays. It's striking red, beads reflecting a deep wine in the sunlight. When he feels stressed, angry, bad, he runs his fingers over the bracelet.

Trinity just has “Trin” and it irritates the fuck out of her because everyone she’s ever become moderately friendly with ends up calling her that. She adopts a habit of giving everyone a nickname so her soulmate will know it’s her.

Which is how Dennis ends up with “Huckleberry” stamped low on his waist. Dangerously close to ass territory. Santos being his soulmate is a bit distressing at first because they don’t seem to have a lot in common and also he was certain he was gay up until that point, but when Trinity starts flirting with Garcia he calms down. Not to mention how thrilled he is when she invites him to live with her the day they meet. This soulmate thing is easy peasy.

As soon as she says to call her “Trinity” he jumps to “Trin.” Dennis isn’t even thinking about it, it rolls off his tongue naturally, but of course Trinity doesn’t think anything of it.

One day she overhears Dennis talking about finding his soulmate with a patient who’s anxious to find their own, and she’s so upset.

Why didn’t he tell her? She’d never admit it, but Huckleberry is her best friend, and she thought he felt the same way. Who’s his soulmate? When did he meet them? Oh God, is it Amy?

It could be. Huckleberry distinctly said “she,” which caught her off guard because she’d been pretty confident in him being gay considering the amount of bitching he does about Grindr hookups. Maybe he’s bi and she’s been stereotyping. She’ll have to work on that.

“Sooooo, Casanova,” she says. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Huh?”

“All this soulmate chit-chat with a patient and none for me?” She exaggerates her pout, though it reflects her actual feelings pretty closely.

“Oh, right,” he laughs. “How rude of me.”

“It’s a little rude,” Trin mutters.

Victoria’s head pokes up from behind her computer. “You have a soulmate?”

“Most people do.”

“Yeah, but you know him.”

“Her.”

Her jaw drops and a blush rushes to her face. “Ohmygod I’m so sorry! I—“

“It’s fine,” Huckleberry doesn’t look up from his own charting. “I’m gay, but my soulmate is a girl.”

Tension leaks out of her immediately, “oh, thank God.”

“I’m pretty sure my soulmate is my sister,” Mel says. “But we just call each other ‘Mel’ and ‘Becca’ so it’s hard to know for sure, but the writing is close I think.”

“Mine just says ‘babe’,” Victoria says.

“A classic,” Dennis nods.

“It’s so annoying,” she continues. “Like, there’s no way to be certain.”

“You could give everyone a distinct nickname,” Trinity says. “That’s what I do.”

“Tell me about it,” Dennis rolls his eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Huckleberry.”

“I appreciate it.”

Victoria raises one eyebrow. “You do?”

“Made her easy to find didn’t it?”

Trinity has the realization the same time Victoria does. “Oh my God,” she looks between them. “You guys are soulmates?”

“Duh.”

“Duh?” Trinity scoffs.

Dennis finally looks up from his computer, his big eyes shrink into a squint, studying her. “Did you not know?”

“How would I know?”

“Because we have each other’s marks!”

“You have my mark. Apparently.”

“You have mine,” he points to ‘Trin’ scrawled right above the crook of her elbow. Which, now that she’s looking at it, is suspiciously similar to Huckleberry’s handwriting.

“Okay, that’s not… everyone calls me that.”

Mel chimes in, “I don’t call you that.”

“Let me get this straight,” Dennis faces her. She loathes the smug smile he’s wearing. “You invented a stranger to live with you the day you met.”

“I’m a very kind person, Huckleberry. You have a saint for a soulmate.”

“Uh huh, and you never felt any sort of connection.”

She did, but it’s more likely for lightning to strike her here in the middle of the ED than for her to admit it. “Where’s your mark? I’m your soulmate; prove it.”

grace whose red string of fate sits twirled around him before it just abruptly ends (bonus points he also has one that just points to the stars, to rocky, stuck in a ship he cant see yet), he considers himself a little doomed when it comes to soulmates, nobody else's just ends like his does. but one day when he's deep in space and has much more important things to think about and deal with than his red string, the string snaps taut, the veils of the universes have just let something through

Robby has been working with dennis for months now, they've touched plenty of times, and nothing has happened. Despite whatever weird infatuation he has with his much younger student, a soul bond is not the cause.

Except, robby completely fails to notice that he's been wearing gloves every single time he and whitaker touch. Every. Single. Time.

Imaging his horror, shock, and absolute mortification when he goes to grab dennis' arm to tell him something, and it fucking lights up.

Bright gold, in the exact shape of robby's hand over his forearm, glowing the same as robby's own palm. Right in front of the nurse station and half the staff.