Sculpted Dreams

Dreams

Hi! Author here, just wanna give a little information about the AU this is set in.

This is a soulmate AU where people are born with black soulmarks. This can be in the shape of almost anything, from a butterfly to a dot. They're always big enough to be told apart from freckles or moles, but don't usually cover more than 10 square centimeters.

When a person touches their soulmate's mark with their own, they both experience a change in being- they can see more colors, hear better, etc. Their soulmarks also gain color, similar to an oil spill.

Children in this world are taught that the soulmate bond is the only constant thing in the world and are often encouraged to settle down and have a family with their one and only.

Also, if someone's soulmate dies, their soulmark (whether black or colored) turns a dull gray color.

The prompt for this chapter:

Someone dreams about a person (or people) they've never met, they assume its just some random person. The next day, they bump into someone... someone who looks suspiciously like the person in their dreams

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Xisuma's POV

Two people.

Both of them are shorter than him.

One wears glasses and carries a pencil behind his ear. One has fiery hair and a beautiful smile.

Both are beautiful. They walk towards him and hold out their hands, and when he takes them, his vision is flooded with a myriad of colors. They pull him closer, and -

The alarm goes off. He blinked his eyes open and turned it off, silencing the 'peaceful' music that quickly became one of his least favorite sounds. Rolling onto his back, he stared at the ceiling and tried to remember his dream. There was a man and a woman holding hands, both of them reaching out for him. The more he tried to remember, the more it faded, and soon he was left with the image of two people holding hands, reaching for him.

But he couldn't stay in bed all day. Pearl and Gem were expecting him at the studio to help with making a new batch of clay. They preferred to make it themselves because they could control what went into it. Dirt was gathered near the river and slowly filtered to get the clay out. Then they let it air dry for a day or two until it was ready to be molded into whatever they were making that day. He rolled over in bed and checked his phone. The group chat had been blowing up with Gem and Pearl trying to decide what to make in the studio that day. He typed out a short message, telling them that he'd prefer to do some more chill throwing, so he'd like to make bowls.

They readily agreed, both of them promising to do the more detailed work after he got the basic shape. He smiled at his phone, happy to have such wonderful friends. Having taken care of the present issue, he rolled over and off of the bed onto the floor. Great. What a perfect way to start the day.

While doing his morning routine of taking a shower, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, he thought back to his dream. He could just barely see their intertwined hands, their free ones reaching out for him. He subconsciously reached to adjust his gloves, before remembering that he was at his house, no gloves were needed here. Before he walked out of the door, however, he pulled on his gloves, hiding the black semicircles on both of his palms.

The drive was uneventful as usual, but X paid a little more attention to the pedestrians than he was used to doing. He was watching for two short people holding hands. When he got to the studio, he was happy to see there were already customers. One tall man was working with the wheel, being coached by Gem. That was Doc, his prosthetic hand and mechanical eye were both glowing softly as he gently pinched and smoothed the clay. Pearl was talking to a short guy that went by Grian. They might have been cousins or even siblings given how close they were, but they said they'd just known each other all their lives. He knew how to throw and mold clay as well as she did, but preferred to work with logistics instead of his hands. Thus, he was in charge of all their finances.

The bell rang as he walked in, and everyone there turned, smiled, and went back to what they were doing. X grinned back before just walking to the back and grabbing a hunk of clay. Only staff and customers who wanted to buy clay were allowed back here. He peeled off his gloves and started to knead it, trying to get it nice and malleable. After it was easy to mold, he sat down and centered the clay before starting to pull it up and out, forming the basic shape of a bowl.

Someone walked in, interrupting his thoughts. He blinked up at Pearl and two other people. There was a man and a woman, both of them dressed casually. He was wearing glasses, jeans, and a t-shirt, while she was wearing basketball shorts and a loose-fitting tee. He stood up to wash his hands and greet them, before noticing they were holding hands. His mind was immediately transported to his dream that morning, of people holding hands and reaching for him. Instead of introducing himself, he said a quick 'Hello' and went to wash his hands. His face was slightly flushed from embarrassment. He never did that! He was always one of the first people to say hello to new people, it was simply who he was! After his hands were clean of the clay, he pulled on his gloves and went to apologize.

When he held out his hand to shake theirs, they each extended the hand that wasn't currently holding the other's. The image of people reaching out in such an exactly similar way was almost too much to think about. He quickly shook both hands and went back to his sculpting, because the image of one semicircle on each of their palms was simply too much to think about. 

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That's all for this chapter, see you in the next one! This will be updated every week so enjoy it ^^