flower boy - klance

twelve

"i think i'm going to jump out the window." lance said, completely unprompted but regardless, understood.

pidge sighed. "why?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"because!" lance started, his voice desperate and sad. "my soulmate lives a floor below us and i don't know what the fuck to do! i've been staring and the drawing i did of him when last semester started instead of doing anything!"

"wait," pidge interrupted. "let me see that drawing." she stood up from her bed and walked over the lance's desk, picking up the sketchbook and holding it close to her face. her face turned to white shock. "holy fuck." she said, studying the drawing.

"what." lance asked, which he received no reply. "what?" he demanded, more urgently.

"keith looks exactly like this."

lance stood still, now mirroring pidge's expression.

"i think i know what's going on," she said suddenly, dropping the sketchbook on the desk and hurrying to her computer on her bed. she sat down, typing quickly. "when my soulmate died, i remember how obsessed i became with soulmates and the idea of them." she said, searching her screen for something. "if i could just find... ah! here!" she said, turning the laptop to lance.

he stared at the screen. "the french call it 'âme choisies', or 'chosen souls'. i remember reading about this when i was younger." pidge said as he faced an article written completely in french.

"so, what's it have to do with me?" lance asked, glancing up at her from the screen. she reached for the mouse-pad and scrolled down the page, stopping at a medieval looking drawing. two men sat side by side, separated by a barrier. their minds were connected, and they both thought of images relating to each other. one man was covered in flowers; the other, covered in bite-like scars.

"the man with the flowers," pidge said, pointing to where he sat on the screen. "he's thinking of the shark that did that." she pointed to the other man's scars. "the french realized long before the rest of the world that there were different kinds of links between soulmates." pidge explained. "this specific kind, âme choisies, provides a much deeper and more significant bond than other people feel."

lance stared at her with bewilderment. "so i'm what, chosen? i don't get it."

pidge sighed. "as someone with an âme choisies, you see certain things he sees. not like you're looking through his eyes, but like... feelings. instincts. when hes devestated, you feel it just as hard as he does, right?"

lance shrugged. "i mean, yeah."

"normal people don't." she said. "you're just used to it because you've never known any different."

lance nodded. "what do i do now?"

pidge smiled. "go see your boy."