finding the words pt. 1
so i’m a real sucker for soulmates. any sort of soulmate related plot-line and I am there. one of my favourite, less popular ideas is where whatever you think of your soulmate appears on their body in writing, so… here it is (also please note that for the purposes of this fic both eddie and richie are eighteen years old).
“Look,” said Bill, holding his wrist up in front of Eddie’s face “Do you see it? I woke up this morning and it was there.”
“You’d need to be blind not to.” Eddie answered, and it was true enough. The letters were all bold and dark against his friend’s skin as though whoever had thought it had done so with no small amount of conviction. Now it’d be impossible to see him and not know.
It was true. Bill was the sort of guy who had goodness just radiating out of him, like the prince in a Disney movie or Clark Kent. He wasn’t a pushover by any means and he wasn’t without wit, he was just agreeable. In fact, he was probably one of the most agreeable people that Eddie had ever met. There wasn’t one bad bone in Bill Denbrough’s body.