I. Saved By The Gill — Gill and Angela

00:00:10

Angela wore an cream button-up with brown cuffs and collars. It was the most expensive coat that she owned, feather-soft and downy and only pulled out of the closet for important events. Caramel eyes glanced mournfully at the snowflakes that drifted down from the clouds, then at the wet patches they made when they landed on the expensive fabric.

00:00:08

A job interview was waiting for her in the building across the street. It was impressive—freshly painted red brick, at least sixteen floors in height—and utterly intimidating despite the breezy, artsy vibe it emitted. Gulping, shaky legs began to move forward, making sharp sounds on the pavement.

00:00:06

Admittedly, there was a reason more than the job interview behind her choosing the coat. It hid her wrists from view. She really couldn't afford to get distracted by the slowly dwindling numbers. And if she was lucky, both she and her so-called soulmate wouldn't notice their timers and as a result, happily go on with their separate lives.

She was someone who didn't seek love in a society that was centered around it.

"—Miss—!

Watch out!"

THUD!

Honking, back pain, cold gravel underneath , and a weight on top of her.

00:00:04

She opened her eyes and brown met blue—eyes blue of the deepest oceans, but looked at her with so much coldness that for a split second, she thought they were the color of ice.

But his eyes were not and there was a spark of something else underneath the frigidity. Concern, perhaps? Or maybe she was just imagining it.

With a groan, the man on top of her stood up, seemingly unable to meet her eyes. For the lack of a better word, he was beautiful. All delicate planes and angles that her hands itched to draw. Platinum blond hair that was immaculately kept, except for a single strand that refused to stay down. Her lips quirked at the imperfection, if you could call it that.

At first glance he was winter, fitting in perfectly with the weather, from the heels of his boots to the fog that slipped out of his parted lips in tiny wisps. But his eyes spoke of summers spent looking at the ocean, salty sea air spraying and warming skin like how his gaze seemed to melt the chill away from her bones.

00:00:02

"Sprites. Look before you cross the street, will you? You almost got hit by a truck." His lips were pursed into a scowl as he held a hand out in an almost grudging manner. She glanced at her wrist, heart pounding half with the adrenaline from almost becoming a stain on the ground and half with anxious anticipation, for she knew exactly what she would see on the inside of his wrist if she looked. Because it was mirrored on her own, and she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

00:00:00

[This is based on a RP meme I saw on Tumblr. I was really itching to use it on Harvest Moon characters. I'm thinking of making this a drabble collection, with different soulmate scenarios for each request. So if you agree with me, you might want to review with the couple that you want me to write about. (Prompts are appreciated, but not required. You can request a couple more than once, by the way. I'm thinking of doing a fluffier one for Gill/Angela.) And your opinion, of course. That's even more important! —Ina]