#( ᴬ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ ᵂᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ ⁞ III ⁞ Soulmate AU )

[lux-machina]

@duoplicitous​

“That doesn’t match you know?” 

A roll of their eyes at the comment, money snatched from the buyer’s fingers, attention directed to counting it. As if they weren’t aware - it was a little difficult to match colors when all one say was a gray scale of various shades. In a world with this sort of curse, one would think people would understand that a touch better. 

“Pity. Thank you for your business, now get out of my hair.” 

Perhaps they were usually a bit more charismatic with their buyers, but not today. Annoyance that their current status had become obvious once again, the inventor rolled down the alleyway with a frustrated sigh, scooter crunching softly on loose asphalt. 

They didn’t really care, soulmates, love. All of that was a distraction, end of. But all the same, the necessity to discover a soulmate to fully experience the world was... bothersome. 

Thoughts circled, an annoying storm inside their mind. Distractions, even without the benefit of a relationship. Love truly was- 

The thought was cut off by their scooter catching on something - someone? - a curse flying from their lips as they were dumped unceremoniously onto the ground, eyes squeezed closed as their head pinged, painfully, off of dirty asphalt. 

( Gross, gross gross gross. )

                    “Fucking-- Ow.”