A soul mate AU in which you feel a spark when you first see your soul mate.
The soul mates are Johanna Mason and an OC.
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2 : Our Strings Were Merely Crossed so We Knotted Them
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Under the midsummer glaze, the town is glowing. The people of Seven mill about, laughing and dancing, celebrating the solstice. Hidden in an alley at the far edge of the shops, Johanna Mason sits with her back pressed to one wall and her feet flat against the other. She's got her eyes on a Peacekeeper across the way; he won't stop leering at the girls playing with ribbons at the stoop of the candy shop.
He leans toward the girls, gesturing toward the shop, and Johanna stands up, is toeing out of the alley to get a closer look, when the sun blinds her. Spots dance across her eyelids as she turns to the side, lifting a hand to the wall to steady herself.
When she opens her eyes, other hand lifted to the side of her head to stall the evening rays, a spark rushes up her arms, straightens her spine, halts her mid-breath.
At first, she's stunned. Then she takes inventory. There are eight people she can count directly in her line of sight if she excludes children and the elderly. A well dressed young man, singing at the edge of a group barely in her sight. A shorter girl next to him, her hair tied back, chin tilted up to the sun. Three people kick a ball back and forth. Two others are talking to each other, one with hands in wild gestures, another laughing under her hand. Farthest away, chewing on a cookie with his feet kicking at the ground, a halo of light behind him, sits the last. And one of them is her soul mate.
"Shit," she mutters, glancing back at the Peacekeeper, ensuring he isn't causing harm, before walking up to the man sitting alone, almost wanting him to be her soul mate, so she can get it over with and tell him she's not interested in making friends. Not anymore.
She taps his shoulder when she reaches him, tilts up the corners of her lips into something akin to a smile. "Hello."
When he turns to her, his eyes are light, but fall when they reach her, grimacing. "Hi," he mutters, eyes darting away again. It's enough to tell it isn't him, to tell he only sees of her the fresh blood staining her hands, so Johanna moves on, touching his shoulder again gently as she passes, just to see him squirm.
"Hello," she greets the next, her smile a bit lower, having wandered to find her amongst the crowd now gathering around. She's beautiful, Johanna notes, and even greets her back with a smile, allows Johanna into her circle of friends to chat for a moment, and for the first time in months, the victor is reminded of a life before, when she came to the midsummer events with her family, begging for cakes in the windows, sucking on lollipops. It's almost a pity when she slips away, the girl waving behind her.
And so it goes, until she's walked circles around the town center, greeting seven of her eight, smiling biggest when she reached the last, feeling so certain, so happy, because they were smiling at her, too, so they must've known, but it was only directed at the person behind her.
She remembers, now, why she doesn't come into town anymore.
The sun is setting when she retreats back to her alley, admitting defeat, the candy shop empty of the children, a sandwich from the bakery clasped in her hands.
"Excuse me," she mutters, already hitting shoulders with the girl leaning against the corner to the alley to let off steam, but the girl's hand settles on her forearm, warm fingers clinging hard enough to force her to turn around. The words are already on her lips, prepared to tell her to fuck off, when she smiles at Johanna and the world tilts, the sun blinking under the horizon.
"I'm your soul mate," she says.
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fin
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a/n [This is a very vague, entirely just implied drabble about a pan Johanna. At least it's edited now?]