s/o to @lariren-shadow for helping to cultivate this idea!
here you are, a twisted soulmate au snippet
It begins with a subconscious, knowing panic. His bare palm against the skin of her shoulder is searing. Pain burns down through her muscles and to her bones, as if a needle is carving strokes into the hardened tissue. It takes all of her strength to twist her body away, and she, dazed, finds his face a perplexed portrait. His aim had been to startle in a fight, not to maim.
She bolts, back into the trees, into the underbrush, towards the fleet and far from the wide-eyed stare gouging holes into the back of her skull. With purpose, she scrambles up the gangway of the Falcon and screams incoherent directions to Chewbacca, voice cracking, vocal chords fraying. She can hear the anxiety in her own timbre and feel the dull, fire-bitten throb of her fresh burn.
The General’s expression is grave when she inspects the charred wound on Rey’s shoulder. The look makes her stomach sink, makes her limbs numb and her throat cold.
“I feel responsible it’s turned out this way,” Leia says, folding her hands behind her back. “I’m sorry you’re caught in the middle.”
She thinks she knows the answer, the mystery the General is talking around. “The middle of what?”
“You’re wearing my son’s mark. I recognize the pattern.” She frowns, glances away, her eyes down. “The curves and lines are too delicate for what he’s become.”
Her eyes dart to the puffy redness coated in bacta. A soul mark.