Sanders Sides One-Shots (That I Write Past Midnight)

Found You

*Virgil's POV*

Whoever my soulmate is, they probably hate me.

That was maybe a little to blunt to start out with, let me try again.

Out of all the different universes this one, has soulmates. Now you would think a soulmate would be found by something cliche like "I just saw them and I KNEW" but that's not this works. Instead, fate may, or may not, bring you together by the writing on your skin.

Yep. Pen, marker, literally anything. (Except tattoos since they're permanent.) If it'll write on your skin and wash off, it'll show up on your soulmate.

Which brings me back to my first statement. Whoever my soulmate is, they probably hate me.

I am CONSTANTLY writing on my arms. Whether it's doodles or reminders, there's always something.

I've never actually tried to talk to said soulmate but they haven't either so... there's that.

I am currently sitting in another boring lecture on a very groggy Monday morning. Thanks to my shower this morning, there is currently no writing on my skin, but that'll change real quick if I get any more bored.

Alright I'm bored.

I dig around in my backpack till I find a black ballpoint pen then start doodling random things on my arm. Flowers, swirls, crowns, simple stuff.

I was in the middle of drawing the last few petals to a rose when the pen stopped working. I tried scribbling it on paper, then licked it and scribbled again, but nothing happened.

Fantastic. Only working pen and now it's dead. And in the middle of a drawing! I'll have to stop at the store later to get some more.

I pull my jacket sleeve back over my arm and reluctantly start typing out notes on my computer.

*Time Skip*

After all my classes were finally over, I walked over to good old Dollar General to pick up some pens.

Virgil: Hey Remy.
Remy has worked here all school year. The longest he's ever kept a job. He tells Emile it's because his manager is tolerable. But I know it's because next door to Starbucks and only a five-minute walk from their apartment. 

Remy: Hey Vee. Run out of pens again?

Virgil: Yeah...

Remy: You know, I wonder if your soulmate actually has written to you but there was so much there that you didn't see it.

Yeah I doubt that.

Virgil: Sure Rem. Whatever you say.
He laughs and hands me my receipt along with my pens.

Virgil: I'll see you later, tell Emile I said hi.

Remy: I will.

Once I get back out to my car I roll up my sleeve to finish that rose before going home, only to find it was finished. Plus some.

The missing petals were now there and the whole thing was shaded with colors, different variations of pink and green. It was really pretty actually.