Alexander takes a deep breath as he sits on the bed, a nervous expression on his face. Three days into his relationship with Thomas, and they finally decided to show off the rest of their marks. Normally, soulmates aren't very hesitant when it comes to this. Enemies can be hesitant, unless you're Lafayette, but they usually figure it out regardless of whether they show the mark or not. However, Thomas and Alexander are a special case. They didn't just have the name of their soulmate and enemy, they had large marks and images, words and pictures. Their marks are special, hence why they were hesitant.

When they had decided to share them, they said that they would do it in private, so only they know and a bunch of strangers don't see. Alexander told Thomas that Lafayette, Hercules and John knows, but he wasn't actually too bothered.

He finds himself fiddling with his sleeve as Thomas takes a seat next to him. Both of them are wearing sweaters, something that they could easily take off and use to conceal the marks on their arms. Alexander is wearing his favourite green one, a colour that Thomas began to associate with Alexander rather quickly. And Thomas is wearing the brightest pink sweater he could have found. The neon pink burns Alexander's eyes, but he decides not to comment on it just yet.

"How do you want to do this? Take them off at the same time, one at a time?" Thomas asks awkwardly, Alexander shrugs a bit.

"Let's just take them off at the same time. Not like it'll make that much of a difference." He answers after a moment, unzipping his green sweater. Thomas nods and does the same, taking off the piece of clothing and allowing it to drop next to him. Alexander lets his fall behind him and focuses his attention on Thomas.

Alexander's eyes widen slightly, a curious look on his face as he stares at the marks on Thomas' arms. His attention is first on his right arm. The closed book with the elegant writing on the back amazes him by how neat it looked. An elegant pattern decorates the back of the book, and Alexander can't help but be amazed by the patterns done in black and white. The bookmark that was partially sticking out caught his attention next, and he recognizes a part of the pattern displayed. Attached to the familiar bookmark is a piece of braided piece of string. Everything was shaded in rather amazing detail. The thing that worried him was the words on the back of the book, displaying a potentially bad ending to their relationship.

His eyes drift towards the mark on the other's left arm, and he smiles softly seeing his name, Alexander Hamilton. He would recognize his handwriting from anywhere. He can't help but smile as he looks at his name on his soulmates wrist. The bookmark is in clear view now, and the picture on it depicts the familiar scene of trees and waves that sits on both of his own wrists.

He allows his eyes to wander to the other's upper arm, and he finds himself amazed by the book. Without a second thought he begins to read the words written. His interaction with Lafayette is displayed on the other's arm, in full view for Alexander to read.

Thomas, on the other hand, is staring at the bottle of ink on Alexander's right arm, the spill and those haunting words, 'I hope I never see you again.' He stares blankly at them, frowning at the reminder and the idea that may be his last interaction with Alexander. He looks at the other's left arm, unable to help but stare at the quill and the handle that sits towards the base of it. The trees, the waves, the scene, he knows every detail and has been studying the same scene since he first learnt what this would mean.

The three words on the other's upper arm catches his attention next; 'Who are you?' Quickly, he looks at his own mark and finds himself staring at the first words they both said to each other. Who are you? That was what they had said. He frowns softly but doesn't say anything just yet.

"We won't have a good end, will we?" Alexander suddenly asks, breaking the silence that they allowed to fill the bedroom. Thomas is quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to think.

"I don't know." He admits, staring at his hands now. "I don't know if we're going to have a good, happy relationship or if it's going to crash and burn like your fashion sense."

"Hey, you should want our relationship to be like my fashion sense, cause my fashion sense is fucking amazing." Alexander challenges, huffing softly.

"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart," Thomas hums out, a small smile on his face as he looks at Alexander, a small smile on his face. "It could just be a major event that we have to overcome," he says after a moment, trying to reassure his soulmate.

"And what if it isn't?" He asks. "What if this," he says, gesturing to the mark on his right arm, "is last thing I say to you? Or the last thing you say to me?" He asks, concern clear in his voice. "I'm sorry if I sound pessimistic, but you're my enemy, Thomas." He says softly, sadness in his voice.

"It won't be, we'll make sure of it. Even if I have to call you and say something else, those won't be my last words to you." Thomas promises, looking at Alexander. "Although, it's probably going to be about that horrible looking sweater you wear all the time."

Alexander smiles softly. "Even if it's about your terrible obsession with that awful colour you always wear, I promise my last words to you will not be what is written there." He chuckles softly. "Although I may just call and scream a random word at you before hanging up."

They laugh softly, and Alexander kisses his cheek. "Let's go to the living room, put on a movie, and eat some of those cookies Laf thinks he can hide well." He says getting up with a joyful grin on his face.

(A/N): So funny story. I thought that I would finish a new chapter yesterday. Then in the course of five minutes I added three chapters that would come before that one. To give you an idea of what's coming up, I'll give you the titles. Thank you for waiting.

Take Care of Yourself

Our Arguments

Our Decision