#syf:start

Sofia tugged at her shirt, wishing, not for the first time, that her mark was anywhere besides her collarbone. She hated that it was so obvious. Hated the stupid thing in general. Who was to say that destiny or fate or whatever got to decide her future?  “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she finally snapped glaring at the person who had been so obviously staring. 

“you’re acting like my mother,” soren sighed, tugging his sleeves down over the half sleeve he was being chastised for. it was less of a fluid design and more of a collage of symbols. a collage that got him looks in the locker room and judgmental gazes from people who decided to look too closely. “i can still see the mark, it’s not covered. i just... don’t want to see it every time i get dressed and shit, alright?”

as vince walked his dog, he was pulled from his task by the sound of his phone buzzing, featuring a text from one of his employees about a customer’s even larger order than the one he had a week before. being so distracted by mentally preparing for the weekend ahead, vincent lost his grip on the leash and his dog began to run away. “merde,” he cursed under his breath, before quickly running after him. unfortunately, by the time he caught up, the poodle was already giving attention to another person. 

Astoria looked around at the buildings surrounding her. For someone who was used to being in new environment, one would think that she’d be at least half decent at figuring her way around, and usually she was but this time, not so much. To add to it, she’d left her phone charging on her bedside table, Google Maps wasn’t going to save her ass this time. She could easily spend the next hour or so wandering around until she reached a place she recognised. Spotting a lone person on the otherwise abandoned street, she cut her losses and went up to them. “Sorry if I’m bothering you, but I was hoping you could give me some directions.”

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