Prompt: you get a tattoo when you reach 13, a tattoo that represent your soul mate in some way. PHAN FLUFF YEY.
Disclaimer – I found this prompt on the au tumlbr tag – sad I know but I was running low on inspiration. So to anyone who has similar stuff, I'm sorry :(!
What's with the cat whiskers?
Phil tried to fix his hair in the mirror. His little nose crumbled upwards, no matter what he tried, it just wasn't sitting right. After a few minuets of struggling with his mane he gave up and sat on the edge of his bed. Reaching for his shoes. As he looped the laces round a familiar knock arrived on his bedroom door.
"Yes mum?" he called, as the door slowly opened.
"How's my little teenager then?" she beamed.
"Mum, stop" Phil protested. The pair laughed quietly. Phil looked up as his mother sat down beside him, still smiling.
"Have you got it yet?" She asked eagerly.
"No, not yet. I'm nervous. Where will it happen? When will it happen?"
"Phil, Phil. Calm down" his mothers voice was slow and calm, exactly what he needed to hear. "Look everyone goes through this at your age. I did. Your dad did. We all do. It wont hurt, you'll feel a slight tickle where its going to happen and poof! There it is" She smiled reassuringly.
"Thanks mum" Phil said as he wrapped his arms around her.
"That's okay, now hurry up because your friends will be arriving soon!"
She got up and Phil returned to his shoe tying. He couldn't help but worry. What if his mark came up in an embarrassing place? What if the mark itself was embarrassing? What if it happened on his face? A bee on his face? Right on his nose!
He returned to the mirror.
"No, don't be silly!" he told himself "Everything is going to be fine."
Phil had forgotten all about his impending mark a few hours later, he was too busy stuffing himself full with cake and ice cream. He loved birthday cake, nothing in the world tasted as good as the cake he had gotten for his 13th birthday. Through out the duration of the party, all his friends, mainly the younger ones kept asking if his mark had come through yet.
Once a person reaches 13, on the day of their birthday they at some point – its not known exactly when, some speculate that it's the time you were born, others say it happens as soon as you wake up- no one really knows. At some point in the day they receive their mark. A mark could be anything and it could appear anywhere on your body. Any size, shape, colour. The only thing that is known is that the mark appears when you are 13 and everyone's marks are personal to them. No two people will have the same mark. Phil heard that some people don't even get marks at all. He was worried he would be one of them.
Once the party was over and everyone had left Phil had one more bite of cake and then he went upstairs to get ready for bed. It had been a long day and all he could think about was falling asleep in his warm, cosy bed. While Phil was getting ready for bed something caught his eye the in the mirror. At first he thought he was just imagining it, as he got closer to the mirror he realised. It was his mark.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had one, he had a mark. A mark of his own. Phil sat down in front of his mirror and admired it. The mark had appeared just above his left ankle on the outside. A small set of what looked like cat whiskers, three on each side with a little round dot of a nose in the middle. Naturally Phil didn't understand why his mark was a set of cat whiskers, he didn't even own a cat, but that didn't matter he had a mark all of his own and he loved it.
