Your Hand in My Hand

by turtledoves

A collection of LGBTplus soul mate AU drabbles. /"Today, the ever-present mark on her wrist was fighting for her attention, trying to poke past the calm of the waves. Only one more month, it reminded her, before a speedboat tumbled the waves once more and she lost herself in their trails."

4. Loving You Is the Only Good Thing I Do

A soul mate AU in which you only see in muted colors until you touch your soul mate.

The soul mates are Gale Hawthorne and Madge Undersee.

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4 : And if Loving You Is the Only Good Thing I Do I'll Have Conquered

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"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Gale whispers, her fingers playing with Madge's.

And Madge smiles, grateful for the compliment, scoots over on the bed to kiss her, but as she leans back and gazes at the stars, she can't help but tally everything more beautiful than she.

The stars are exquisite, of course, but Madge has always found beauty in daylight, in the reflections of sunlight off windows and blades of grass, shiny and yellow and free.

She can almost remember a time before Gale, when Katniss had introduced her briefly as they waved and passed, barely meeting. The sky was still a dull blue back then, her dress a dark pink. But as the weeks past, and they met again, her leg pressing against Gale's when she sat, Madge closed her eyes against the sudden brightness. When kids ask her what it's like, the difference, since she met her soul mate, she can only shake her head in bewilderment. "It's something you can never go back to," she tells them.

The flowers blooming every summer in the meadow, with their vibrant pinks and reds and yellows, dusted with pollen and honeybees, always ended up following her home in a bed of her hair. Even when she was a child, she was enamored with their color, their scent, like sweet candy from her grandmother's shop.

When she closes her eyes, she's left with sound, the smooth keys underneath her fingertips and she plays the piano, up the scales, down the scales, then in rhythm. She loves teaching others, setting her fingers over there's to teach them the position of their hands, the delicacy in playing the piano. There was a time when her mother played, creating melodies with her eyes closed, humming along, but now all that's left is Madge stumbling through written notes and singing off key.

Across from her, eyes closed, Gale sleeps, hair falling over her eyes. Though she knows that within darkness, the eyes only pick up the world in greys, she's never seen anything more luminous, never cherished anything more.

"Then you mustn't own a mirror," Madge whispers.

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fin

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a/n [A trans!Gale AU bc Madge is gay sry I don't make the rules.]