Synchronicity
A/N: This was written years ago as a sequel for my reincarnation AU, "Where Our Story Begins and Ends", which isn't finished yet but soon. Now, it's just a really old one-shot that's finally seeing the light of day.
Dancing bears, painted wings. Things I almost remember, and a song someone sings. Once upon a December.
It wasn't going to change no matter how many times she looked at it. If she could get her head at the right angle to see it clearly that is.
"Sandy, please. One of these days you'll break your neck trying to figure out what that tattoo is," Krystal said, glancing at her.
Sandy turned her head towards the vixen, fixing her shirt. Resting her chin in her hand, she grinned, replying, "Be worth it. It ain't a tattoo if it comes after you turn twenty, 'sides that whole soul mate malarkey."
Krystal smiled, dragging a hand over her wrist. "Well, it'll happen; no matter how much science you use to back it up or not. Fox and I are having a party tonight; Marcus wanted you to come. He loves it when you visit." She said, taking a sip from the mug beside her.
Sandy nodded, hopping off the counter, and walking towards the door. "I'll make sure to be there fer him." She said, smiling and leaving.
Even if that tattoo thing was a current, nearly painful recount of all the times she lived and died except for twice, that didn't mean she was alone. Everyone had a "soulmate" as the media and research proclaimed. Some found who they were looking for; others didn't and ended up with someone else. But then again, she had the misfortune of getting it on the left side of her back and shoulder and even with a mirror or three; Sandy never saw the whole thing.
And, to be honest, it frustrated her to no end.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Unfortunately, she did remember most of what happened. From being a supposed witch to a traitor, and just about everything in between. Some things she'd rather forget. Of course, there was always that one person who was beside her. Except for the Revolutionary War, that was her fault. Sure she saw him every time she visited one way or another, but it felt like something was missing. He'd always seemed bored and as if he didn't want to be there, looking after Krystal or Marcus, even just visiting. Not mention it was obvious he didn't remember her at all. Or Shadow didn't remember entirely, the confused, sometimes searching looks he gave her sparked some hope in her.
It stung a little, now that Sandy thought about it as she looked through her closet. Maybe it's just her nerves.
There's no way he'd show up at Krystal's party. Talfryn might be small, but not like this.
