Wherever there was a handprint, there was a nickname.
For (Y/n), it was on her neck with what she considered to be a strange nickname. She assumed that when she first met her soulmate, she'd be killed off. Just another dead body at somebody's hands...
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Rushing water was the first sound that entered my ears as I slowly became conscious. I was warm, but not uncomfortably so. The air around me smelled like the rest of the forest, except there was a hint of rain in the slightly humid air.
I shifted. Whatever I was laying on was soft and comfortable, and whatever was beneath my head was even moreso. There was a weight on top of me, keeping me warm under it. The air that pressed itself against my face was warm, yet cold.
The room was dark. I could tell even with my eyelids closed. Taking another deep breath in, I stretched my legs out, a small bit of resistance from what was laying on me, but I managed. Opening my mouth, I breathed in and out in a yawn. I opened my eyes, taking in the window on the opposite side of the room from me.
Light from the moon peered into the room just barely enough to make the dark shrink away from it. It lit up the nightstand next to me, and I looked to find a black flashlight, the yellow standing out against it. I pushed myself up, my shoulder and back letting out loud cracks as I moved. Reaching out, I let my fingers curl around it.
A black figure appeared in the corner of my eyes, right next to what I could make out to be a door. I clicked the bottom of the flashlight, allowing the beam of light to blare through the room. I flashed it where I saw the figure, but it wasn't there.
If I wasn't awake before, I sure as hell was now.
I stood, but merely fell to my knees, the carpet scratching against the pants covering them. My ankle had given out, making me grimace as I glanced at where it was. Pushing myself onto my feet, I looked around with the light before making my way to the door I assumed led to the hallway.
Grasping the handle, I twisted and pulled it open, revealing the dimly lit hall. I flashed the light both ways and stepped out when I spotted the stairs. I shut the door behind me as I made slow steps, keeping the flashlight aimed just a bit before my feet.
The steps weren't steep and the length of them was just a bit bigger than what I guessed to be a foot. Light from the hallway connected to the living room pulled me to it. The water shut off, right as I turned the corner and took a step into the room. I froze for a minute, and shadows peered into my eyes from all around me.
I shook my head, blinking before I took a few steps and sat down on the couch. My stomach growled and my bladder was starting to yell at me, making me shift uncomfortably. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, I turned my head around quickly, flashlight still hanging from my fingers.
My eyes widened as Hoody came into view, pants lazily thrown on over his black underwear, the type of underwear, I couldn't tell. The pants were cleaner than the other pair he had been wearing the last time I saw him. His chest was bare, a little bit of hair covered his chest and a small happy trail led into his pants. He had abs, but they seemed to hardly be there, and the skin on his torso was almost hugging his bones, but were loose enough not to.
My face felt like it was on fire as I quickly turned away. "Sorry!"
I heard shuffling and lights filled the room as he turned them on, which made me turn off the flashlight so as to not waste battery. The opening of a cabinet drew my attention toward him, my eyes locking onto his back. The skin on his back hung the same way as it did his front, but there was more of a hint of muscle. My eyes stopped on his left shoulder blade, where a faint circle with an 'X' rested.
So that's where his mark from the Operator is.
"No need to apologize for staring, Starlight. It is technically yours after all."
I sputter in surprise at his blunt words. "I wasn't staring!" I denied, standing up and waving my arms in a 'no' motion.
He looked back at me, the look on his face asking why I was denying when he literally caught me. "You know I could feel you staring at my back, too, right? You aren't very secretive about it." Turning back to the cabinet, he pulled out two packets of cheap, chicken-flavored ramen noodles. "Is this good enough?"
