Rays of sunlight began to seep through the windows and curtains, waking the sleeping young boy beneath them. He sat up rubbing his eyes, his silver hair falling to his shoulders. With a yawn he stretched his arms above his head. The brown poodle at the end of the bed blinked open its eyes, letting out a small yawn of its own.
The smell of breakfast foods being cooked slowly made its way up to the boy's room, urging him to head down to the kitchen. Bounding down the stairs with the poodle at his heels, the boy ran toward the smell of the food.
His mother was standing as she cooked the family breakfast, and his father was sitting reading the morning paper, a cup of coffee next to him.
"Good morning, Victor." His mother turned around to face him, a spatula in her hand and a smile on her face.
The small window on the wall was open, a slight breeze flowing in. The sound of birds chirping filled the room.
"Morning mama," Victor smiled as he sat across from his father at the table.
"How'd you sleep?" His mom asked as she turned her attention back to cooking their breakfast.
"Really well!" Victor excitedly replied, his smile still growing. He loved what he dreamed of at night. It may have just been simple everyday things, but it was his soulmate's life (and that made it special).
"What did you dream of last night?" His father placed his newspaper down on the table, knowing that his son loved to explain his dreams.
"I dreamed of skating again!"
"Again?" His mother smiled as she brought over the food and placed it on the table.
"Yeah!"
All three of them took their plate of food and began to eat. Part of the way through his plate Victor spoke up, with is mouth full of food, "I'm pretty sure my soulmate is younger than me."
"Victor," His mother gently scolded him for talking with his mouth full.
"Sorry..." Victor apologized before he carried on with his thoughts, "They're also not from Russia. "
His mother giggled at his comment. "Well of course Victor, they're in another timezone if you can dream what they're seeing."
"No, not just a different time zone in Russia but somewhere completely different. The words aren't in Russian.. I don't know what they're saying." Victor paused for a minute, slightly frustrated that he couldn't understand much of his dreams because of the language barrier. "Or even what they're reading."
His father quickly changed the subject as he noticed his son's face fall. "Do you want me to take you to the skating rink today, Victor?"
At the words 'skating rink' Victor's face brightened again. "Please, Papa! I don't feel like walking today." Victor smiled again as he responded.
His father smiled as he finished the plate of food and placed it in the sink. "Tell me when you're ready to head out," he said as he sat down to finish reading the paper and drinking the coffee.
"Alright!" Victor quickly emptied his plate before doing the same thing as his father and placing it in the sink. He quickly ran back up to his room to change into his practice clothes and grab his skates.
The brown poodle hopped back onto Victor's bed and placed its head back on its paws.
"I'll be back later. Be good," Victor gave the poodle a quick pet before bounding down the stairs again, alerting his father that he was ready to go.
"I'm ready, Papa!" Victor called into the kitchen as he stood by the door. The sun shining through the windows.
His father drank the last bit of his coffee and brought the cup to the sink where his mother stood washing the dishes. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back later, I think I'll stop by the store after I drop Victor off."
She nodded before giving him a quick kiss in return. "Thank you," she said as she smiled.
He turned his attention back to Victor who stood patiently next to the door, skates in hand. "Let's go then, Victor."
The silver haired boy rushed outside and relished in the warm mid-morning sun. It was a beautiful day so far; the sun was warm and the breeze was cool.
After standing in the sun for a couple minutes Victor walked to the car where his father already sat waiting for him. He climbed into the back seat and placed his skates carefully next to him.
"What's Yakov going to have you do today?" His father inquired as he pulled out of the driveway and began driving towards the ice skating rink.
"He said I could start on my new program today!"
The man chuckled at his son's enthusiasm as they drove down the highway. "You'll be among the best before you know it, Victor."
"You really think so, Papa?"
"I can see you winning gold for Russia," His father made a type of sweeping motion with his arm almost to indicate all the amazing things he predicted his son would do, while keeping one hand on the steering wheel to guide the car. "You already make me and your mother so proud."
It was always amazing for Victor when his dreams of straight black came alive when his soulmate blinked open their eyes to the morning sun. He thought it was funny that when it was pitch black in Russia and everyone was tucked away sleeping, his soulmate was waking up to the sun falling through their window.
When his soulmate would roll out of their bed and make their way to the bathroom, Victor was able to see what was meant when they said you wouldn't be able to see your soulmate's face.
Usually when looking in a mirror, one would be able to see a face clearly looking back at them. But not in these dreams. These dreams had a way of being able to blur a person's face, making it harder for someone to find their soulmate. Life was great that way.
Although the face and specific features were completely blurred past recognition, Victor was still able to pick out the colors. He mentally noted that his soulmate had black hair- a complete contrast to his own silvery white locks.
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His soulmate's day was a bit boring to him, but overly so. The only reason he thought this was because Victor had already lived through this time in his life. It appeared that his soulmate was in a young grade, possibly first by the looks of it.
There were a bunch of young kids running around happily as they giggled while playing what could have been tag. The teachers were sitting supervising the kids' behaviors.
After a couple minutes of looking at the rambunctious classroom, Victor's soulmate directed their attention at the table they sat at by themselves. In front of them there was a simple coloring picture, parts of which they already filled in.
They began to pick up a different colored crayon as one of the teachers sat on the other side of the table.
"- why don't you go play with the others?" The brown haired teacher inquired in a foreign language, one that Victor didn't know but grew used to listening to night after night.
Of course life couldn't just blur a soulmate's face but also mute their name. Even if it wasn't muted Victor probably wouldn't have been able to pick out which was the name and which was the rest of the sentence. After all, he knew absolutely nothing about this foreign language, let alone even what language it was.
"I like it over here." The conversation continued, Victor unsure as to what was happening. His soulmate again looked down at the coloring paper.
"By yourself? Doesn't it get a little lonely?"
"No, not really."
"Well can I stay over here with you?" His soulmate once again looked up from the table to see the teacher with her elbow on the table and her head resting in her hand.
"Yes please."
"Alright I will," The teacher smiled resting her chin in both of her open hands. She gave off an air of being kind yet stern when absolutely necessary. It was slightly comforting to Victor, it reminded him of his mother in a way. "Can we talk while you color?"
"Mhhm."
"What would you like to talk about?"
Even though Victor couldn't understand a single word of the conversation he was simply happy to watch his soulmate color in the picture. It was calming, and the language was pleasing to his ears.
"The whole soulmate dream thing?"
"Okay. What's on your mind?"
Once again his soulmate looked up from the paper at looked the teacher directly in the eyes. "Is it ever wrong?"
Victor jolted up from his sleep as his alarm sounded, alerting him it was time to get up and face the day. He groaned, annoyed that he had to get up and go to school himself. But before he completely rolled out of bed, he leaned over to his nightstand to grab a piece of paper. He titled it and scribbled some things down before placing it back and leaving to go get changed.
The piece of paper read;
Notes about my soulmate
-They have black hair
-First grade?
-Doesn't speak Russian
Oh my goodness I hope you're all ready to join me and my wonderful beta reader Sandypenguin6 on this journey of this story. My god that sounds stupid. But we're both extremely excited to write and publish this story for everyone (also a bit for ourselves, because soulmate aus are great) I really was trying to get this up before the new episode airs where I am, so I'm not sure when it will exactly be posted. No matter, feel free to favorite, review, and follow!
Thank you for reading!