#helloooo! :)

"It is exhausting, isn't it? Endless attempts to force order to contain something made of chaos.

What am I the god of today?

Lies?

Tricks?

Misguided ambitions?

How about monsters?

Most of them are nonsensical titles, hardly founded in any measurable truth. They are but stories crafted by mortals who could hardly find answers for the things they lacked the wisdom to understand...

Send me “Soulmate” for drabbles/starter for AU where everyone is born with their soulmate’s name tattooed on their wrist like a birthmark and my muse got your muse’s name on their wrist.

"I don't know Tom..." Drew whispered as he leaned with both arms on the bars counter, sighing softly as the bartender and best friend of his kept cleaning the glasses. "I find this... romantic, yet... I don't know. Knowing you have one name to find that someone, just one clue, to ponder and dream with until you find them, to keep you going through life..."

The soft chuckle escaped from Tom's lips as he turned to his friend, throwing him the wet clothe to the face he shook his head. "You're just a dreamer aren't you Drew? Come on... it'll be your turn now, so better get going to that baby grand"      Drew laughed throwing the piece of fabric back to the hazel-eyed     man. "Indeed I am."

His brown eyes wandered over his wrist then drifted through the crowd with a soft smile on his lips. "Rose... Rose..." he whispered softly, "I wonder where you are..." he began to walk, mind somewhere else really. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet... but it's you who I want to meet..." he chuckled over his cheesy line and turned on his heels to approach the piano before bumping into someone.

"Yeah, mine too..." He panted, bent in half and resting hands on his knees as he tried to even out his breath a little. They just ran well over 20 miles in full equipment, fourth day in a row, and Jean was beginning to think that their instructor didn't plan to train them but to kill them.