Title: The Way of Things
Author: Prentice (slyprentice)
Category: The Musketeers (BBC)
Genre: Romance, Soul Bond, Drabble
Ship: Athos/d'Artagnan
Overall Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta'd so beware.
Author's Note: I wrote this because of a soul mark prompt on tumblr. I have no regrets.
Summary: D'Artagnan has always had a name upon his wrist.
D'Artagnan has always had a name upon his wrist. Jagged and surprisingly delicate looking, it is a splash of dark ink against the heel of his palm; a looping whorl of letters that looks like it should be upon an official scroll rather than the arch of his wrist. It is a declaration, he thinks, an official seal. One that denotes him as the future mate of this man with this name and no one else's, as it should be.
He doesn't mind – neither that t is a man nor that it is a name that he is unfamiliar with. His aunt had married a travelling merchant from Spain, after all; the looping letters of his name crawling their way up her arm in a pretty band that she hadn't even known how to say much less how to look for. So, no, he doesn't mind and it doesn't bother him.
He will find his way to this man or this man will find his way to him. Either way, they will find each other. That is how Soul Marks work – they lead you to where you need to go, wherever that might be in the world, and helped you to recognize one another for what you are and will be, one day, to each other.
It is, as they say in Gascony, the way of things.