#zero meme

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

Getting into space had been the easy part, it was staying there that Peter knew would be hard. There were some aliens that liked to visit, but they normally breezed by the station without bothering with them. Sometimes, Peter thought he would have had better luck planetside, maybe after throwing on a ridiculous costume and giving himself a codename. Not that he'd mind the codename part, he was sure he could think up a very cool one.

On the day the aliens finally visited the station, Peter already knew it was coming. It was hard not to guess, with the numbers on his arm counting down and no Earth missions scheduled for a few weeks. He wasn't sure how that worked, him being the soulmate of an alien, but he was willing to go with it if it meant getting out there into the action and being able to find out more about what happened to his mother. 

After the initial round of talks, the ship docked and the crew came out. Peter stared at the numbers on his arm, then, just as the countdown reached two seconds, he glanced up. In a moment, his eyes landed on a very human-looking, male-looking alien who seemed to be in charge. He had the look of someone off a cheap romance novel cover, but Peter thought that was better than him being one of the green aliens he'd seen as a child. 

Zero meme

00:01:04

Ariel was late. Terribly late. And she could blame it on late night jitters that were the result of how close she was to finally meeting her own soulmate. She hadn't slept all that much the night prior, tossing and turning, with about a million questions flittering through her mind over who it could be. If they would hit it off right away or if they would find themselves butting heads initially. 

And when she'd woken up to the blaring sound of her alarm (after having hit the 'snooze' button about a dozen times before coming to), she had only a sliver of her morning left to go through her routine and prepare for work. Hurrying down the steps of the subway station, she nearly tripped and fell before her purse strap caught on something, stopping her with a jolt back upright. "Sorry." she muttered, her arm still caught in her purse that had tangled in the hook of the man's umbrella. "I wasn't--" but she stopped then, reading the numbers of her wrist before looking up.

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

00:05:33

He'd been waiting, wondering the entire day and into the night who it was that he would meet. And with the clock ticking closer to zero, he began feeling uneasy, a tinge of guilt seeping deeper into him with each second slipping by. While he'd made the decision to let go of his revenge, to stop his centuries' long need for vendetta against the man who took what he loved most from him, it didn't mean he was ready to find love again just yet. Milah's death still felt as fresh as it did when he gave her up to the sea, and to find he now would have someone new so quickly, so suddenly, almost felt like a betrayal to her memory. To their history.

00:00:49

hewhereitallbegan replied to your post: “00:00:00”:

Normally, paying attention to his numbers was something he didn't do. But when he'd looked down and seen that there were less than 24 hours until he met her? Yeah, he paid attention.

All day, the anticipation killed him. In fact, he almost stayed home and curled up on the couch, watching cheesy movies with popcorn and alcohol. But his friends insisted and so, he went out with them. At one of the many clubs he knew they'd go to, he made his way to the bar and checked his numbers. They were so close. 

He ordered a drink. He turned around and took a few steps, glancing down at his wrist. He almost ran into someone, too, but luckily caught himself. He would have looked down and made sure they hit zero at the same time, but there was too much commotion. He gave her a smile as their eyes met and a drink was spilled on her. In a split second decision, he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the crowd, leading her outside. "It's crazy in there," he said, smiling at her. "I'm Silas," he added, holding out his hand.

She brushed off her dress, trying to shake off what she could before it soaked through when he took her hand, pulling her out of the bar. Once outside, she felt more at ease, the cool outside air a relief from the hot, crowded mess inside.

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

00:45:37

She'd been anticipating this day all month now. Checking and double checking the delicate numbers etched into her wrist. And while a part of her very much wished to simply start the year somewhere quieter for when she met her supposed soulmate, her cast mates' insistence eventually caused her to cave and agree to join in on one of the many parties they'd planned to attend as part of their New Year's Eve stops.

Shrugging out of her coat, she weaved her way through the large, crowded bar to the back where she found most of the company members. After getting a drink of her own, she alternated her time between idle chatter and the occasional peek at her wrist, hidden from sight by the sleeve of her dress. She'd find this soulmate right at the stroke of midnight, she'd estimated, perhaps even just as the ball dropped to mark the new year.

00:01:33

It didn't take her long to relax after a few more drinks, the jitters she'd felt churning her stomach easing enough that she almost forgot about her countdown until the numbers peeked out from under her sleeve. Realizing how close she was to her own countdown, she gave a start, bumping an elbow against a friend and causing a spill.

00:00:33

"Shit! Sorry, sorry!" she said, setting her own drink down to help wipe down the mess. Realizing they needed more napkins, she made her way out to one of the tables laden with food and drink, gathering a handful of paper napkins before spinning on her heel. It was then that a noise broke through the crowd, voices joining to begin counting down from ten as groups and couples prepared to celebrste the new year.

"Shiiit." she muttered, glancing at her wrist as she rushed to her group very nearly running into a gentleman who also seemed just as preoccupied with his own wrist as she was.

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

00:20:46

She had spent a good portion of her morning debating on leaving her hut to head to the market, not sure exactly what one was to do on the day one's clock expired. Would changing routes cost her the opportunity to meet her soulmate? Or just ensure she did? 

At last she had decided to draped her cloak over her shoulders and make her way through the woods and out to the town. She needed a few supplies, anyway, and there were plenty of people there at this hour, so there was bound to be a new face there, was there not?

She didn't stop like she usually did to pick a few berries. Nor did she even think to try and scale that dreaded tree for a few crisp apples. The sooner she got to the square, the more time she'd have to calm her nerves and prepare herself. 

00:05:03

All right, so she had made one quick stop. By the stream that ran along her usual route to the village. But only because she wanted to look over her reflection to ensure she at least looked decent. Her hair had gone out of place from her quick steps as she walked against the breeze and the sweat brought on by the sun's heat made her look more disheveled than he cared to look on this day. If only she'd chosen her shawl instead. But she had worried it would grow much much colder by the time she returned home.

Not that the cold was something she couldn't handle. But the way the air of the world above bit at her skin and left it dry, she hardly felt a flimsy shawl prudent for a late night trek back to her home by the lake. 

00:00:11

She could see the town square, now, bustling with a slew of people, a speckle of familiar faces, some new. She wondered who out of them would be---

00:00:00

The impact of another body knocked the wind out of her for a moment, her hands grasping blindly for support and falling on a pair of shoulders as feet sought balance. Eyes met for a moment as her grip softened, feet planted firmly now on cobblestone before her gaze flickered down to his wrist, finding his numbers matched hers. As she took in his features, kind eyes a strong build and a wild head of black, distant footsteps called her attention behind him. Eyes flickered over his shoulder and very quickly did she realize why he had so blindly crashed into her. They hadn't spotted him yet, and she had to act very quickly if she wanted to keep it that way.