when they first appear, they are barely legible - the handwriting messy and disjointed. they wrap about her slender wrists in lieu of a bracelet - and she has to twist her arm to read them. but when she does, she is confused. they meant nothing to her - just a jumble of words. a mess.
she feels like crying - soulmate words were meant to be special, held close to your heart until they were uttered and you met the one you were destined for. maisie's however, made no sense at all - and she would complain about such to her mother.
and so her mother, upon examining the writing, gasped - hand drawn to her chest as the sound escaped. "henry," she would whisper, tight grip still attached firmly to her daughter's wrist, "come here and read maisie's words! they're hardly appropriate."
and so henry laurens had sauntered over, delicately peeling his wife's digits away so as to examine the writing. he chuckled. henry was a man of few words, evidently. "they are fine words, eleanor. they show that her soul mate will be a little spit fire. quite a contrast, no?"
after all, maisie laurens is disinteresting - a quiet child. nothing notable happens to the quiet child.
YOU ARE READING
You pretentious cunt nugget
Fanfictionthey were crude words - but john was sure that upon hearing his soulmate speak them, they would become beautiful. (aka the soulmate lams/hamilton au nobody asked for)
