Flowers of your pain

Markus felt terrible when he woke up. Still. Why couldn’t he just be better? He felt terrible, his soulmate must hate him now, if he didn’t already. He felt fresh tears in his eyes, and he reached for his phone, and one of the razors laying next to it as well.

He didn’t hesitate long before pressing the razor hard against his skin, to his wrists, to his veins. He had done this… probably twice before. Trying to kill himself. Both times he had called his brother though, because he couldn’t… he couldn’t. But it felt so pointless, like life hated him, and he couldn’t. He couldn’t stand it anymore, again, the third time he tried, and he knew he wouldn’t let himself bleed to death in bed.

A few minutes after he had cut his wrists open, he told his phone to call his soulmate. At least he could apologize, right?

Draw on me

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“What are the trees like? Fuck if I know.”, Arthur sighed. They were trees! He didn’t know that much about trees.
“Well there’s maple and beech.”, Markus hummed. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes, writing it down.

“What languages do you know?”, Arthur wrote down then, mostly because he was curious.

Agnes hummed softly. More of a northern area, if there was maple around. She would look there when she got the chance. When Arthur’s question came in, she hummed softly.

“I know Japanese, English, and Portuguese. What languages does he know?”

“English, and some German. I know a lot of languages though.”, Arthur took short breaks from answering Agnes whenever he had to answer on his own skin, always getting reminded by his impatient soulmate with blobs of paint on his hands. It was the best way to grab his attention while writing.

Flowers of your pain

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Markus was startled when he felt the flowers on his arm, getting incredibly worried. His soulmate so rarely got flowers, and now there were so many! He felt over them carefully, hand shaking a little. He couldn’t tell what flowers it were, but… were they forming something?

He needed quite some time to figure out that there was, indeed, something written. And he needed longer to figure out what was written.

“Call me?…”, he mumbled quietly, not any less worried. His soulmate had hurt themselves because of him. Because he couldn’t do anything right.
He had figured out the numbers, but he was scared.

Daniel quickly patched himself up and winked at the stinging pain. But he would be alright. He just hoped that his soulmate could figure out the words and number on his arm and would call him. He just wanted to make sure he was okay. He wanted to make him feel better and he wanted to be there.

“Come on…. it’s already half an hour.” He muttered to himself and looked down at his phone. Nothing. No message, no call. Just nothing.

He sighed and laid the phone down on his bed, rubbing his face. He had tried. Maybe his soulmate didn’t even want to have any contact with him.

Markus couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had saved the number, so he wouldn’t forget, even though the flowers would be there for a few days. He hoped his soulmate hadn’t cut themselves too deeply, so it’d just heal and be okay again soon…

He fell asleep eventually, curled up where he was. Crying was tiring, and he was tired most of the time. Depression was tiring.

Draw on me

“What are the trees like? Fuck if I know.”, Arthur sighed. They were trees! He didn’t know that much about trees.
“Well there’s maple and beech.”, Markus hummed. His brother sighed and rolled his eyes, writing it down.

“What languages do you know?”, Arthur wrote down then, mostly because he was curious.

Flowers of your pain

Markus was startled when he felt the flowers on his arm, getting incredibly worried. His soulmate so rarely got flowers, and now there were so many! He felt over them carefully, hand shaking a little. He couldn’t tell what flowers it were, but… were they forming something?

He needed quite some time to figure out that there was, indeed, something written. And he needed longer to figure out what was written.

“Call me?…”, he mumbled quietly, not any less worried. His soulmate had hurt themselves because of him. Because he couldn’t do anything right.
He had figured out the numbers, but he was scared.

Draw on me

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“Arthur, help..”, Markus whined softly, looking towards his brother as best as possible. He couldn’t write well at all with his right hand!
“Fine fine. I’m already writing with my soulmate anyways.”, Arthur said and sighed. “She asks what you’re doing.”.

“Can you write I was just doodling?”. Arthur hummed, nodding.
“He was drawing on your right arm, if you didn’t see.”, he wrote, his handwriting a pretty calligraphy.

Agnes was curious about the new writing. “I saw. It’s delightful.” She smiled softly. “Who are you?” She thought about what she had already learnt.

He was from America, and he had siblings. Now she knew her soulmate was a he, as well. She was very happy with what she was getting.

“His brother. He’s staying with me at the moment.”, Arthur wrote back, reading aloud to Markus what was written and what he was writing in reply. He was communicating with his soulmate after all.

“I wonder if she figured out you’re left handed yet.”, he hummed, looking over how Markus had drawn and written his sorry earlier. He would guess she had.

Flowers of your pain

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@dxrkmirxge

Since birth, flowers grow where your soulmate is injured. They wither and fall off when the injury is healed .

Markus was sorry for whoever his soulmate must be. He had gotten hurt a lot when he was younger, being bullied a lot. What was worse though, was when he started to lose his sight. He had no idea if his soulmate would have flowers on their face because of that or not. It was an illness technically, and not an injury, but he wondered.

When he lived with his older brother, everything was okay for a while, mostly. It was when he lived alone that it got bad. Both of his depression he might have, but also because he got into relationships that were very bad for him. Leaving him with bruises and cuts, and he was sure his soulmate was either worried about him, or annoyed by the many flowers all the time.

He couldn’t stop the cuts on his arms no matter what, feeling deserving of pain. At least he lived alone again, and stayed at home most of the time.

The growing flowers had started when Daniel was just 9 years old. He didn’t know anything about soulmates at that time and it scared the hell out of him at that time.

When he grew older and knew about the soulmate thing, he actually started to get worried about the person who got hurt quite a lot. It was strange but somehow he started liking seeing the flowers blossom on his skin, even though it meant that his soulmate got hurt again.

It reminded him that there was indeed someone who was supposed to be with him out there, and maybe he would meet this person one day and would stop him from getting hurt.

Daniel was currently out in the park, watching the ducks swimming in the lake nearby when he saw another few flowers grow on his wrists. He sighed and traced the little petal on his skin. “Don’t hurt yourself, your worth living.” He mumbled.

Markus was curled up in his bed, clutching a pillow close to himself. He didn’t much care about the blood staining it, his arms both hurting from previous wounds, and the few new ones. He was crying, sobbing into his pillow, wishing he were dead. He knew he couldn’t, he had a soulmate out there who was still possibly going to be nice and caring. He still had his brother, and he knew he loved him. It didn’t mean he didn’t wish for it anyways.

He calmed down after a while, staying where he was. He knew his soulmate would know he hurt himself. If only because of the placement of the flowers, but also their colour. He was pretty sure the colours were different dependent on how the injury happened.

Draw on me

“Arthur, help..”, Markus whined softly, looking towards his brother as best as possible. He couldn’t write well at all with his right hand!
“Fine fine. I’m already writing with my soulmate anyways.”, Arthur said and sighed. “She asks what you’re doing.”.

“Can you write I was just doodling?”. Arthur hummed, nodding.
“He was drawing on your right arm, if you didn’t see.”, he wrote, his handwriting a pretty calligraphy.

Flowers of your pain

@dxrkmirxge

Since birth, flowers grow where your soulmate is injured. They wither and fall off when the injury is healed .

Markus was sorry for whoever his soulmate must be. He had gotten hurt a lot when he was younger, being bullied a lot. What was worse though, was when he started to lose his sight. He had no idea if his soulmate would have flowers on their face because of that or not. It was an illness technically, and not an injury, but he wondered.

When he lived with his older brother, everything was okay for a while, mostly. It was when he lived alone that it got bad. Both of his depression he might have, but also because he got into relationships that were very bad for him. Leaving him with bruises and cuts, and he was sure his soulmate was either worried about him, or annoyed by the many flowers all the time.

He couldn’t stop the cuts on his arms no matter what, feeling deserving of pain. At least he lived alone again, and stayed at home most of the time.

Draw on me

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Arthur softly read what Agnes wrote to Markus.
“I can’t answer her. It’s going to be censored.”, Markus mumbled. Maybe he could at least write the country? He hoped so. So he carefully wrote “America” onto his hand.

“I think she wants to find you.”, Arthur hummed. He wouldn’t know how they could find each other though -pretty much everything got censored that made it easy to find them.

“She’s gone.”, Arthur told Markus, who hummed in return. He had never really written with her before. When he had started learning writing he had had a lot of fun writing on his arms, but it, like his drawings, had stopped some time.

“Better wash my hand.”, Markus said softly and stood up. He managed to walk around Arthur’s cabin on his own easily. He hoped she wouldn’t mind if he washed his messages off, even if he didn’t really mind them either.

After she was free again, Agnes got up and washed her hand as well. She washed the drawing off her arm, then drew on a small reminder that everything was going to be okay.

Then, she wrote on her hand again. “Are you there?” She hoped he was, or had someone around that would tell him that she wrote him.

Markus spend his time curled up against Arthur again, feeling so so. Being close to Arthur was the only good thing for him at the moment, and he sought out human contact to feel better. And Arthur was there to make sure Markus would be alright.

Markus did absentmindedly doodle on his hand and arm though, Slowly drawing with the black marker, random lines and patterns. It wasn’t the prettiest, many things overlapping, but they covered the entire back of his hand, his wrist -tracing some of his thickest scars there- and up his arm slowly.

Neither of them noticed Agnes writing until almost an hour later. And mostly only because Arthur’s soulmate decided to pick up contact, making him stop his writing. He had to write with his weak hand -the right one- to write a wonky “sorry” onto his left hand. Being left handed meant he had drawn on his right hand of course.