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Sibella had hoped it would be Monty. He was adorable (though unfortunately quite poor), and was always willing to tell her how beautiful she was, if only with a little prompting. It would have been so easy to love him. But no feelings of love and adoration could change the words written on her skin. No ammount of scrubbing at her skin, or attempting to alter the inked words would change the fact that Monty was not her soulmate.
She’d known as soon as they’d met. His first words to her, an “Excuse me, sorry,”as he bumped into her in the middle of the crowded coffee shop, failed to match the neatly printed “Oh - you shoudn’t touch those, they’re poisonous” written on the inside of her elbow. Perhaps she could have lived with them not being soulmates. People did it all the time - found love and started families with people they shouldn’t. And so they tried, at least for a little while. Until trying just wasn’t enough, and they both were left wondering whether they would ever find their true soulmates.
The split was amicable enough, both Sibella and Monty deciding that the relationship was no longer progressing - and that they’d both be better off searching for their respective soulmates. The last she’d heard-Monty had found his-a rich Lord named Henry. Lucky. He’d even invited her to his “soulmate reveal” gala, an ages old tradition that, for many people, had turned into an excuse to get drunk rather than celebrate ~the magic of soulmates~.
It had been a lovely event, she had to admit. Monty and this … Henry certainly did seem happy together. She tried (and failed) not to feel the slightest bit jealous. Monty truly was lucky. His soulmate was fairly attractive, seemed like a decent person, and was very rich - judging from the extravagence of the gala, and the well-kept garden she was currently strolling through.
A small cluster of violet flowers caught her eye, and she reached her hand out toward one, as if to pluck it. Just before her hand touched the petals, she heard a voice call out “Oh - you shoudn’t touch those, they’re poisonous”. Sibella turned around toward her, for she knew it was a she, and smiled.