Lame adaptations and sequels are always like, “how can Mina go back to her stifling Victorian marriage after her experience with the dark, seductive Dracula??”
Meanwhile, Mina marries her best friend, who she’s known since they were children, who she share common interests with, they build a home together, work as partners, make immense sacrifices for each other, support each other through their traumas.
Guys, a marriage isn’t stifling and restrictive just because two people… get along, I guess?
This time zone difference has me so confused lol but I guess that’s the good thing because then he can celebrate it again “tomorrow” with us fans on the other side of the world right? ^^ Anyways Happy Birthday to the world’s cutest, fluffiest, and kindest rapper £2 Love you to the moon & back 😘 😘 Please stay healthy & always be happy!! Let’s celebrate again next year!! ♥♥♥
So this just popped into my head last night when I couldn’t sleep. Set post-ACOWAR and contains nothing but fluff.
“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” Feyre found herself commenting, smiling slightly as she tried not to groan in pleasure under Rhys’ hands.
He chuckled from where he was seated behind her, the sound sending a thrill through her spine, even decades into their relationship. “I should hope so; I have to keep my High Lady entertained somehow. Wouldn’t want her eternity to get boring.”
“Boring? How could I ever get bored with a mate who thinks so much of himself?” She shot back, though its effect was lost when she leaned further into him, her hands running over the legs that were on either side of her. She could feel the delicious heat of his bare chest so close behind her, the thin nightdress she was wearing a poor barrier between them.
Rhys’ fingers continued to comb through her hair, expertly separating it into three equal parts. “I take offense to that.”
Feyre let out an aborted snort. “No, you don’t.”
“No, I don’t,” Rhys agreed, in a blithe voice.
They fell into a comfortable silence then, built on years of learning how to just be together. Neither of them felt the need to always fill the air between them with pointless chatter. Oh, they liked to joke and bicker… but they also knew when to let words fade away and just enjoy each other’s company.
It had been happening more of late, likely because Rhys had refused to leave Feyre’s side for the past few months. He was a constant presence at her side, though he did his best not to hover too much (he knew all too well how she loathed feeling locked in, how it still made her bones lock up in fear, even after all this time). He needn’t have worried; Feyre never, never felt tied down by her mate, never felt confined by him. She knew that even now, when he was so concerned about her, he would give her space if she asked.
(He’d once told her, in a fit of hopeless romanticism, that he would give her the very stars above Velaris if he could. Feyre had believed him, of course, if only because she said she would do the same for him.)
So Feyre was quiet, letting Rhys gently braid her hair as if he’d done it hundreds of times before. She’d been utterly surprised when he’d offered to do it for her earlier, after he’d heard her curse in front of the mirror while she struggled with trying to tame her wild locks into something more manageable. Feyre was so tired these days and sore too, the heavier she got. And she was constantly hot then cold, her hair always in the way and, Cauldron, she didn’t care for it much now and all the work it took to keep it neat, not when she was already so uncomfortable. She’d been beyond tempted to just chop it all off, had Rhys not stepped in when he did with his innocuous offer.
At first she tried to deny the existence of a problem but she really couldn’t hide anything from Rhys; he knew her too well, felt her struggles through their mating bond and tried to ease her discomfort as much as he could. (Rightly so, Feyre sometimes thought when she particularly annoyed with how limited she was lately, considering he’s the one that put me into this situation in the first place.)
So here they were, Rhys’s gentle hands working wonders on Feyre’s nerves, his fingers softly tugging at her hair as he built the braid into something spectacular; Feyre herself was usually no slouch when it came her hair (at least when she wasn’t so cranky), but she had the feeling that Rhys was even better. So many hidden talents, this mate of mine.
“Where’d you learn to do this?” she finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She’d felt his hesitancy when he first offered, that pang of grief that he’d been unable to conceal from her.
“My sister,” Rhys said after a long pause. His voice had lost that light-hearted edge from earlier, filled instead with wistful regret. “She’d come to me when our mother was too busy for it. She could have asked the servants, of course… but she liked to spend a few moments with me, I think. She continued to ask even long after she could do it by herself. I never had the heart to say no.”
Feyre’s own heart ached for her mate, for the family he’d lost so long ago. He rarely spoke of the little sister she’d never meet, even less so than his mother. From what she’d gleaned over the years, his sister had been quite a bit younger than him, had looked up to him in a way no one else ever had. Feyre couldn’t even imagine what it had been like for him to have to bury her broken body.
She rubbed her thumbs comfortingly over the sides of his knees. I’m sorry, she sent softly to him through their bond. I’m sorry.
Rhys’ mind caressed hers. Me too.
Feyre kept running her hands soothingly over him, tempted to turn around and pull him to her, wrap her arms around those broad shoulders of his. She didn’t though; the act of braiding seemed to calm him… like coming home to something he’d thought he’d long forgotten. (Still, she wished she could protect him from all the pain he endured… but that same pain had made him into the wonderful male he was today.)
When he was finally done, she saw his finished work briefly through his eyes, the image flashing through her mind.
“It’s beautiful,” Feyre said with a smile, reaching up to run her fingers over the intricate pattern he’d managed to weave her hair into. “Thank you.”
Rhys’ strong arms around wrapped around her body, finally pulling her back to rest against his chest. “I figured it was about time I got some practice,” he whispered in her ear as he moved one hand to cover her rounded belly. “I wouldn’t want our poor daughter to be left with an inept father.”
Feyre tangled her fingers with Rhys’, holding them over her stomach, where their unborn baby was slowly growing. “You could never be an inept father, Rhys,” she told him softly. Rhys only pressed kiss under her jaw in response, though she could feel his quiet gratitude for her faith in him. “Besides, how do you know it’ll be a girl?” Feyre continued, turning her head so she could arch an eyebrow at him.
Mischief lit his violet eyes. “Perhaps I asked Elain.”
Feyre leveled a look at him. “Elain would never tell you, even if she knew.” Her sister had become quite the responsible seer over the years, never revealing more than was necessary. (Well, that and Feyre had wanted it to be a surprise, telling Elain in no uncertain terms not to let Rhys charm the answer out of her.)
“Then let’s call it a father’s intuition,” Rhys replied now, unable to stop his grin.
Feyre laughed, leaning her head against the edge of his jaw. “She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger, isn’t she?”
“Of course,” he kissed her forehead, his happiness a near tangible thing. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Feyre could only cuddle in closer. She looked at where their joined hands were resting on her belly. Don’t worry, baby, she thought, we love you already, no what you turn out to be.
(A few years later, when their daughter runs up to Feyre, her hair braided in a crown around her head, little flowers carefully tucked in the midnight blue strands, she doesn’t need to ask who did it. Rhys’ proud smile is answer enough.)
‘Star Trek: Discovery’ Trailer Analysis: Burnham Is a Badass, and 8 Other Things We Learned
With the debut of over two minutes of footage from “Star Trek: Discovery,” fans of the “Trek” universe and/or anyone curious about what a new “Star Trek” airing on CBS might look like now have plenty to analyze.
The new trailer doesn’t answer all of our questions, but it does establish some key facts that only have us more excited to know more about the new series. Below are just a few of the things we learned by watching.
1. This Cast is DIVERSE (On Both a Gender and An Alien Level)
If a white human male spoke once in this trailer, it barely made an impression. (James Frain appears as Sarek, but in case you couldn’t tell from the ears, he’s playing a Vulcan.)
Otherwise, the spotlight is firmly on Sonequa Martin-Green as First Officer Michael Burnham, as well as Captain Philippa Georgiou (Michelle Yeoh), passing the Bechdel test in the very first scene. In addition, the trailer features a diverse range of alien species, some of which appear to be brand new to the “Trek” universe. Just check out the screenshots below:
This is one of the clear vestiges of original showrunner Bryan Fuller’s influence. As he said last summer, “Usually you’ve got one person with a bumpy forehead and then seven other people who look relatively human. We wanted to paint the picture of a Starfleet that is indicative of a universe where we’re encountering people who are much different than we are.”
2. Also, Yes, the Klingons Look Different
And we get a lot of them in this trailer, including what appears to be a scene set at a Klingon funeral.
Here’s what’s important to remember: “Star Trek” has a historically shaky record when it comes to a consistent look for the Klingon race, which is best summarized/not summarized by the below clip from the “Deep Space Nine” episode “Trials and Tribble-ations.”
Technically, the difference between old school versus new school Klingons (which began with “Star Trek: The Motion Picture,” which means yes, this is Roddenberry’s fault) was “explained” by an episode of “Enterprise.” But J.J. Abrams also reset the Klingon look in “Star Trek Into Darkness,” so at some point you just kind of have to embrace the fact that Klingons are going to look however Klingons are going to look.
Oh, speaking of Abrams…
3. Whoever Shot This Show Has Clearly Seen the Abrams Movies
It’s hard not to notice the distinct use of lens flare and kinetic camera moves at play in this trailer — whether that’s consistent across the series as a whole is unknown, but if you were already a fan of Abrams’ visual approach (in partnership with cinematographer Dan Mindel), you’re in luck. If you find the style irritating, well, sorry about that.
4. Some of “Discovery’s” Technology Feels Modern
Such as these warp speed swirls:
And a new look for the transporter effect:
5. Some of It Does Not
Just check out Georgiou’s appropriately flippy communicator:
6. Burnham Has a Backstory With Sarek
While we’re not sure why Burnham has something resembling a mentor-mentee relationship with a high-ranking Vulcan official, thanks to a flash of young Burnham speaking with him in person we get a sense that it’s a relationship that goes back years. (Does that mean she also knows Spock? That’s something to look forward to discovering.)
7. Martin-Green Is Definitely the Star Here
She might not be the captain, but between whizzing around in a space suit and confronting Klingons, Burnham is definitely the center of the action. And we already kind of love her badass attitude (and cute haircut).
8. Burnham May Not Escape Just a Little Bit of Objectification
In the battle between cynicism versus optimism — a metric that has always been under close scrutiny by “Star Trek” fans — “Discovery” might lean darker than its title might have originally implied. In the trailer, Burnham directly battles her captain over whether or not they need to attack first: “Cut off its neck or target its head.” Again, we see what looks like a Klingon funeral. And the trailer ends with Lieutenant Saru (Doug Jones) literally saying that he senses “the coming of death.”
Is Burnham the hero we need in this pre-Kirk era of “Star Trek”? We’ll find out this fall on CBS All Access. Fifteen episodes have been ordered.
“Apparently, she and I are gonna be quite the team one day.”
I wanted to draw future Flynn and Lucy from the journal. They’re an interesting pair to think about, aren’t they? A little older. A little crazier. His hair is longer, hers is shorter. That feels right.
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Over a lunch that was half friendly and half conspiratorial, Hermione had wryly suggested she call it an army, but Susie had had enough of those. They were first and foremost mountain movers. They were digging up the good stone and setting down strong foundations, raising vaulting ceilings, building things that would last. […]
When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.
Yousana AU: whatever your soulmate writes/draws on their skin
appears on your skin too
The first time Sana
has heard about it she was 6. At least that’s the first time she remembers hearing of it.
“You need to
stop scribbling your To-do list on your hands!”, she had heard her father
complain about her Mamma to her Mamma. He was still laughing about it though.
“That’s what notebooks are there for.”
Sana was sitting at
the dinner table. Her eldest brother sitting across from her, Elias next to
her. Their parents on each end of the table.
Sana remembers sitting there, confused
of what her dad meant. Why would it bother him if she wrote on her hands?
That’s something Sana did sometimes too. When she was drawing pictures she
sometimes accidentally drew on herself and sometimes she just tried to see if
she could draw flowers on her hands and arms. And other times little drawings
just appeared on her skin. She didn’t think much of it because it happened often
and the drawings faded and vanished not too long after they appeared.
At that time at the dinner table, being
too preoccupied with fighting over the last slice of dessert with Elias, she
didn’t think about it any more.
Not much time passed, in Sana’s first
year of school, she heard older girls talking about their soulmates. One time,
when waiting for her dad to pick her up from school, she heard two girls of the
highest grade in school talk and one of them was complaining and almost crying.
“How am I supposed to find my
soulmate? I don’t even understand what he’s writing on the back of his hand all
the time. It looks like Russian or something.” She had held her hand up to
show it to her friend. But Sana saw the untidy writing too. “I don’t know any
Russian people, what if I never find my soulmate?”
That girl was hysterical but Sana didn’t
understand why. She was too young to care about soulmates. Neither did she
understand the concept of soulmates completely. So when her dad came to
pick her up, Sana instantly asked him.
“Does everyone really have a
soulmate? How do you find them? Is Mamma your soulmate? Do you always find your
She was fascinated by her dad’s
Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they are destined to be with. Their other half.
And whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin; whatever
they write on their skin appears on your skin.
“Your Mamma and I were friends for
some time and I had already fallen in love with her before we realized we were
soulmates.” This story makes Sana’s heart grow every time she thinks of
it. That was the first time somebody talked to her about soulmates, the first
time she really understood why she had random drawings or scribblings on her
arms once in a while, the first time many small conversations she overheard
Still, she was only 6 years old and
didn’t realize that her dad didn’t answer all her questions. He had left Sana’s
last question unanswered.
It all sounded like a fairy-tale to her.
Going about your life and finding random drawings on your skin every once in a
while which will tell you who your soulmate is.
Well, unfortunately this feeling didn’t
Until she turned 14 little words or tiny
drawings kept appearing on Sana’s skin. But nothing out of the ordinary.
Usually just reminders for homework, or other insignificant things that didn’t
have a bigger meaning for Sana.
After that, for a very long time Sana
didn’t see anything on her skin that she didn’t write or draw. It’s not like
she looked for something new every day, that’s not what she did. Not many
people do that. Usually, it just happens and you laugh about a bad drawing or
the poor handwriting. Many people don’t put much significance on the fact that
your soulmate indirectly paints your skin.
Unfortunately, in contradiction to what
Sana believed when she was 6, not everyone finds their soulmate. Many people
fall in love with someone whose drawing on their own skin doesn’t end up on
their wife or husband’s skin.
It’s accepted, it’s almost the norm by now. Only a small percentage of people
are lucky enough to fall in love with their soulmate. Sana’s parents are one of
those lucky couples.
Sana was fine with that. She might not
find her soulmate because maybe, she thought, soulmates are over glorified. You
probably don’t need to find them to be in a happy relationship.
So when Sana found herself looking
forward to every time her brother brought his friends home, she didn’t care if
that one boy with the dark, slightly curly hair who always found a way to spend
a few minutes alone with her, just making small-talk, was her soulmate or not.
All she cared about was Yousef smiling at her from across the room whenever
Sana was in his field of vision. All she cared about was Yousef going out of
his way to make Sana feel better whenever he notices something is up. All she
cared about were the butterflies she felt when Yousef was near her.
Sitting at a table on the school yard
now, talking to Chris, Eva, Vilde and Noora made Sana remember all of this.
Vilde talks about the essay she wrote in her exams today and that she wrote
about the topic of soulmates and how big the chance is that they meet.
None of the girls at the table have
found their soulmate yet. No surprise here that most of them have a rather
pessimistic view on finding your one and only soulmate. The older you get, the
less you care about that. Because you know how small the chance of you actually
meeting them and additionally falling in love with them is.
“All my soulmate ever writes on his
hand are reminders on when to do stuff. But he never writes what he has to
remember. Just the time.”, Chris explains and absentmindedly covers her
left hand with her right hand.
“Mine doesn’t write anything at
all.”, Sana mentions. She had mentioned it before, when she talked with
Chris about this. But all of them discussing this topic is very unusual. It’s
not something this group of friends talks much about.
Right when Eva starts talking about very
immature drawings that sometimes appear on her left arm, Sana’s phone beeps
three times back to back. She unlocks her phone and bites her lip to not grin
She received three texts from Yousef.
“Did your exam go well?”
“Wait, no. It definitely did.”
“But how well? That’s the right
Sana forgets to try to contain her smile
while she answers him that it went better than she expected because it was a
And she also writes “But aren’t you supposed to be working right
now?” and sends the message.
Sana only looks up from her phone when the girls call her name all at the same
“Huh?”, is all Sana can ask.
Her eyes fall down on her phone once again and she sees Yousef is typing
“Sana, is a handsome, tall, dark
haired boy you’re in love with texting you right now?” Noora asks which
makes all the other girls laugh. Even Sana laughs a little but quickly presses
her lips together to make herself stop.
“It definitely is Yousef. Nobody
else makes Sana smile this much.” Vilde answers instead of Sana who
refused to say something to that.
But now Sana looks up at them again and
explains:“ He only asked how my exam went.”, while he should be
working, she thinks to herself and smiles a little. Sana’s phone beeps two
times in a row but she doesn’t look what the texts are because she knows the
girls are waiting for it.
She sees all four of them smiling
broadly at her, their smiles almost unnervingly wide.
“O yeah. He’s only ever asking how
your exam went.”, Noora says with an ironic tone.
“Or how your basketball game
went.”, Chris adds.
“If he wasn’t there himself.”,
Eva mentions with her eyebrows raised. Yousef barely ever misses her Basketball
games. It started as him tagging along when Elias came to watch and now Yousef
is almost always there, in the audience, clapping and cheering.
“Or how the Russe-van is coming
along.”, Vilde adds, “Russe girls rule the world, right?”
Sana can’t help but smile widely because
even when the girls just want to tease her in this moment, Sana is aware that
Yousef does all that because he cares. She blushes at that thought but tries to
shake it off before the girls notice.
Sana acts annoyed and says:“ I’m
not telling you anything ever again.” Sometimes she regrets sharing so
much with her friends because they find a way to use it to tease her. Since her
and Yousef have been getting closer, the girls don’t miss a chance to do exactly
“Aww, Sana. Don’t be like
that.”, Chris says laughingly and hugs Sana to her side for a few seconds.
“But honestly, who needs a soulmate
if they have someone like Yousef already.”, Eva blurts out, not intending
to do so. The girls know Sana doesn’t care about that but being reminded is
still not pleasant.
Vilde leans a little forward in her seat
and asks: “Sana, are you sure he’s not your soulmate? You two fit
perfectly into the description of how soulmates are supposed to be.”
Sana doesn’t realize she does it but she
sighs, maybe even a little disappointed. She shakes her head and answers:
“There was not an instance that made it seem like it.” Her soulmate
hasn’t been very creative on his skin and Sana has not seen anything she wrote
on his skin. That could be because what she writes vanishes from the skin of
her soulmate not long after she writes something on her own. To be honest, she
didn’t look for it either. Maybe, just maybe, she feared to be disappointed.
A few minutes later Eva, Noora and Vilde
need to get to their next class but Sana and Chris have the rest of the day
Sana finally gets the chance to look at
her phone again and reads the two messages from Yousef.
“I had a five minute break. I’m
never on my phone while working, you know that :) ”
“I’ll get off work in half an hour.
Wanna meet me here and go eat something together?
Sana looks at the time and calculates
that he’ll be done with work in 15 minutes. Just enough time to walk to the
kindergarten, the place Yousef means with ‘here’. She texts him back, which he
will see when he’s done.
“I’ll be there :)
Chris and Sana end up walking the same
way. The kindergarten Yousef works in is on the way to Chris’ house. Sana
enjoys just walking around and talking with Chris because even though she is
light-hearted and funny most of the time, Chris is one of Sana’s favorite
people to talk to. About anything and everything.
When they arrive at the kindergarten Chris and Sana have finished discussing
their exams and they hug goodbye. However, when they part from the hug and
Chris wants to go past Sana to walk home, she stumbles. Sana quickly holds onto
Chris’ arm. She stands up straight again and both girls start laughing because
something like this always happens to them.
Chris, however, stops laughing before
Sana which confuses Sana. Chris is staring down and to see what made her stop
laughing Sana follows her gaze. Chris is staring at Sana’s hands.
“I thought your soulmate doesn’t
ever draw?” Chris asks. The question sounds more excited than anything
else. This confuses Sana and she quickly raises her left hand. A little stick
figure, a small flower and something that looks like an upside-down V appear
and vanish a few seconds later.
Sana doesn’t know how to feel. It’s the
first time in forever that this happens but she doesn’t care because she is
about to meet Yousef who is perfect for her; it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t him
who drew that stupid little stick figure on his hand.
Chris just waits for Sana to say
something, which she doesn’t. Sana just shrugs and smiles which Chris takes as
a sign to leave then.
“I’m outside :)”, Sana texts
Yousef and leans on the wall.
She turns her phone in her hand a few times and gets nervous because she’ll see
Yousef in a few minutes. A good type of nervous. She feels more than
comfortable with him and hasn’t seen him yesterday so her excitement is even
bigger than usual. She might not always show it but she is really glad that
Yousef is in her life, and not only as her older brother’s best friend.
Sana’s phone beeps twice. Two messages
“I’m getting Pizza for lunch”
“Want your usual pizza? You deserve
it after your exam!”
Sana smiles to herself and texts him
“Thank you, Elias.”
“But I’m eating lunch with Yousef.
See you later :)”
Five minutes later Yousef walks out of
the building and his eyes immediately search for Sana and find her. She pushes herself
off of the wall and waits for him and smiles at him. He looks a little stressed
but once she smiles, he smiles.
“Hi.”, they greet each other
at the same time.
Yousef puts his jacket on, which he was
holding in his left hand and his backpack in his right hand. Sana goes to take
his backpack to hold until he puts his jacket an.
“Sorry for making you wait.”,
Yousef says, looking genuinely sad about it, “But three kids drew on me
while I was busy with another kid and when I pulled my hand back two of them
got mad. Because drawing on someone doesn’t hurt the person being drawn on. So
I had to explain why No means No even if it’s something small like that. And I
tried to get the color off my hand.”
Sana stands there, engrossed in his
story. She loves how passionate he is about the kids he works with and that he
puts so much effort into teaching them even the smallest things.
“It’s fine, really. I didn’t wait
that long anyway.”, Sana says. Yousef who was preoccupied with his
backpack he took from Sana again, looks up at her and smiles broadly when he
sees her smiling at him. They stand like that for a few seconds. Just smiling
and looking each other into the eyes.
Finally, they snap out of their little
bubble when Sana asks if he’s ready to go. Yousef nods but first points at his
head but says: “There’s a bug on your hood."
Sana just raises her eyebrows and
doesn’t get to say anything because Yousef asks: "Should I ..”, and
motions to get the bug off of her hood. Sana nods and Yousef comes closer,
takes the bug and puts it on one of the bushes close to them. Then he goes to
stand in front of Sana again who says Thanks. Yousef just nods and drags his
left hand through his hair. Sana’s eyes follow that movement and something
catches her eye. Her heart beats even faster for a second. Sana steps closer to
him and instinctively takes his left hand in hers and looks at it.
“Eh.. Sana..”, Yousef says
pretty confused with the situation. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest that she’s
so close but her staring at his hand is a little weird.
Sana looks up, into his eyes and tries
to catch her breath. Sana sees a little smudged line right in the middle of
Yousef’s back of the hand. Exactly where the upside down V appeared on Sana’s hand,
on the same spot, not long ago.
“What did the kids draw on your
hand?”, Sana asks. She doesn’t even know what kind of answer would make
her happy. But she couldn’t stop herself from asking.
Yousef furrows his eyebrows, still
confused. “Well, I’m not sure. A stick figure, a flower and a girl tried
to write my name but because I don’t like anything drawn on me I pulled my hand
away before she could finish the Y.”
Yousef explains oblivious to Sana’s
thoughts. Once Sana processes what this means she breaks into a grin and can’t
contain it. Yousef, who was too confused to react first, finally understands
what Sana could be thinking. Sana drops Yousef’s hand and hastily goes through
her bag to get a pen out of it. She really hopes she is right. Otherwise the next
thing she is going to do will be awkward as hell.
Now, Yousef understood what Sana is
doing and he definitely knows what she was thinking seconds ago. Both of them
hold their breath as Sana holds the pen close to the palm of her left hand.
Yousef raises his own left hand and turns his hand so that his palm shows
Sana and Yousef stand very close, not
even one step between them. Sana looks one more time into Yousef’s eyes before
she draws in the middle of her palm. She closes her eyes for a moment and hopes
she was right. She never hoped she was right so much.
“Sana.”, she hears Yousef and
raises her head to look at him. The biggest grin on his face, Yousef is holding
his left hand up, sporting the same heart in the middle of his palm as Sana
drew on her own palm.
“Aah!”, Sana shrieks without
being able to control it and her pen falls out of her hand as she jumps to hug
Yousef. She wraps her arms around his neck and he doesn’t hesitate to hug her
back, just as closely.
Sana didn’t care if Yousef wasn’t her
soulmate. She loved him anyway. But having the confirmation that he is indeed
her soulmate made her happier than she thought she would be about this. Sana
can’t stop smiling the whole time they hug and even when they part from the hug
and look at each other. Yousef has the same big smile playing on his lips and
he takes Sana’s left hand once more and turns her hand to see the heart again.
Sana does the same as him; she takes his left hand and turns it to see the
heart. It already started to fade but it doesn’t matter.
“We’re soulmates, I guess.”,
Sana finally says.
Yousef laughs at that and nods.
“But you know, I didn’t need to see
this…”, he lifts his hand once more, “… to know that you’re my