First of all, this is a Soulmates Au where everything you write in your body, it showed in your soulmate's body as well. They aren't demigods, nor have dyslexia or ADHD.
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A world where almost nobody has a soulmate, it a world where if you do, you are lucky, but you are really, really lucky if you found him or her.
Clarisse is really, really lucky, but she doesn't care.
She knows that the boy who has class in the room next to her is the boy that the destiny think that should be her mean to be. He writes stuff for her all the time, every day. But she doesn't care.
She doesn't care about people and their stupid-not-even-good jokes about her having non soulmate, -as if they have one- just because she wears a jacket every time and they can't see her arms all full of blue ink.
And she doesn't care to show them, because she doesn't care about people. And she can beat them up if they are getting really annoying.
But he cares about the lonely girl that scare everyone and that reply his words with things that will make his mother freak out if she sees his arms, and with little doodles even worse.
Not that he cares about that specific thing, once he figured out her sense of humor and learned to like it.
So he writes in his arms as much as possible, between class, or on them, as he is doing right now.
The sensation on her wrist- like someone is writing with a needle in her wrist, not with a pen in another body- is very familiar to her now, after a year and a half, when they were able to write each other. So, she just looks down at her arm and read the few words:
"History is borin' "
She rolled her eyes. Chris, as he said time ago was his name, get bored really quickly, and she seems to be his way to escape of it.
Other words were added:
"Mrs. Protz looks like a poodle, doesn't she?"
Mrs. Protz indeed did look like a poodle, but she will not write back.
And he knows it, so he just writes again, as he always does.
"It's a shame that she has the attitude of an angry raccoon"
And with the message comes a little, odd doodle of such a thing, she supposed, was an angry raccoon.
She looks at the teacher still writing some boring stuff on the board before she takes a pen to write as well- not that she cares about getting catch and taking out of the room anyway…
Smirking she added a little stick man, its head in the animal hand with a pool of blood right under it.
Another stickman was drawn, this time with its head on its place, bigger and laughing.
Then, she writes his name by the side of the stick drawing without a head and her own name by the other stickman.
Some minutes after the blue ink showed again.
"You made me laugh. Mrs.I-look-like-a-poodle-but-I-am-an-angry-raccoon take me out."
"Totally your fault," She writes back, and, before he could protest, she adds "I didn't have a gun on your head and tell you to laugh" and then "I totally have to get a gun". Because this was how most of their conversations go.
"I thought that your parents were on the militia"
"They are but they don't will let me take their 'babies'"
"That makes me more comfortable, in some way"
"Shut up, you punk" and, quickly, she added "and don't say that you aren't talking or I'm going out just to punch your face"
"You know me too well ;)"
The hour pass and another come and pass as well until he wrote back.
"What on the hell it means 'Arriver les mains dans les poches'?"*
"I think that I told you last time that I won't help any more with french?"
"You did. What it means?"
"It an expression, you moron"
"And it means..."
"That you are an idiot"
"Auch" A stickman touching its chest and with a painful face was next to the word.
"I'm not tellin' you"
An ugly dog face with big eyes was drawn in her arm -his version of puppy eyes, she thinks- and she almost smile. His doodles were totally untalented but still cute in some way.
"2-b (avec insouciance, sans être préparé) That the answer to the third exercise you cry boy.
"k'. What's mean?"
"That I'll kill you someday. It an expression used when someone goes somewhere important without preparation, like you with your tests.
Can I have some peace, now?"
"Just because you ask for it ;)"
There was no peace at all, anyway, the -still oddly, ugly, untalented- doodles that he absently draws in his arm didn't let her concentrate in her math problem. Oh, well, maths sucked anyway...
And at least she will have the opportunity to irritate him on her way to her house- that he insisted in taking with her since their houses weren't too far away.
_._._._
A tiny point, that all she did.
If he was awake, he would see it, if he was not, maybe the sensation would get him up or…
She felt a little pain in her arm and a few words show in it:
"U K? It's almost 3 am" His calligraffiti was messy, not the uniform letter that was usual of him, so he was sleeping or awake but really sleepy.
Her hand was still trembling as well as her body, but she still write back.
"nightmare"
"again?"
"yeah"
"wanna talk about it?"
"No." She finished it with a point, just for making sure he understands, despite she knows that he already understand that when she said 'No' in something like this, it means 'No'.
He didn't answer, just rolled the pen around his arm, letting a trace of blue ink that Clarisse start to follow with her finger.
After a moment, he starts to write.
Small stories about how he adapted himself to the new country and language come first, then, some stupid, silly jokes, some fun fact about his life, and oddly doodles everywhere.
The sun rises outside and he was still holding his pen and rolling it around his arm full of blue ink, and little red points here and there that she made to let he knows that she was still awake.
He doesn't wash his arms, and neither does she.
And when she saw him at school later on the day, and he winked and waved at her with two fingers on his forehead, she could see the ink below the sleeves of his t-shirt and her heart started to beat faster, she thought that she might be falling in love with this boy.
And she doesn't care.
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This comes totally different of what I was expecting but...neh, hope you like it anyway and can forgive me for any mistake.
(like seriously, this is a total mess)
For the one that asks for more chapters about nightmares, this is not the chapter you ask for, someday I will do it, (I don't even know when I'll be able to update again so...none idea of when I'm going to write this one xD) but yeah, this was supposed to be two chapter, one all about the soulmate thing, and the other about the Soulmate Au and the nightmare together but it didn't work very well, so this comes \(*-*)/.
Anyway, that it.
*Always had this feeling about Clarisse and French. I suppose that it's because of her name and because of Silena (Afrodite's daughters can speak French, and I like to imagine both of them talking some French to each other) so in this Au, Clarisse is good at it.
-if you see any mistake in the translation or the explication of the expression tell me, I'm just on my first year of French so...yeah, I may need help with it-