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hybrid_prince in thechurbymuseboxEveryone knows about soulmates. All the great romances involve them. The dashing hero approaches the beautiful heroine and as they grow close to each other, color blooms into their lives. Not that it's that easy to portray in modern media. When most people grew up with very, very limited grayscale vision, it was really hard to explain the whole moment of realization. There were poets, of course, and song writers who aspired to describe colors. There were even some who had soulmates and so could describe things in ways that left the heart to yearn.
Statistics said that you had about a forty percent chance in the modern day to end up meeting your soulmate. Of course those initial things could be passing near each other, because hte colors could be fleeting at the edge of your vision when your soulmate was within a few tends of meters. And if they kept on walking, if they didn't notice... You'd be left wondering and without. It wasn't until that first kiss that the colors stayed, after all.
Teddy didn't really expect to meet his soulmate. Statistics didn't really work for him very often, even in one of the largest cities in the world. New York hadn't worked for him for nearly twenty years, there was no reason to hold out hope. Who would have thought it would be a trip down to the bayous with his team that would give him a new hope?
Vampires in the swamp, word was. And not nice, friendly ones. Yes, he's met friendly vampires, don't ask. But he and the team had just been wrapping up with putting the issue to bed (who ever would have expected they were artificially created vampires? Teddy, that is who) when he saw it, just out of the corner of his eye. A bit of something changing about Wiccan, who he was standing next to, still all in his Hulkling form. Something... vibrant?
Red, his instincts were telling him. That was red in Billy's cape. And Teddy was left quickly whirling. There was no chance this was from the vampires or his team. No, this was something else. And somewhere out there... there was someone. And damn if he didn't want to abandon his heroics to find them.
Statistics said that you had about a forty percent chance in the modern day to end up meeting your soulmate. Of course those initial things could be passing near each other, because hte colors could be fleeting at the edge of your vision when your soulmate was within a few tends of meters. And if they kept on walking, if they didn't notice... You'd be left wondering and without. It wasn't until that first kiss that the colors stayed, after all.
Teddy didn't really expect to meet his soulmate. Statistics didn't really work for him very often, even in one of the largest cities in the world. New York hadn't worked for him for nearly twenty years, there was no reason to hold out hope. Who would have thought it would be a trip down to the bayous with his team that would give him a new hope?
Vampires in the swamp, word was. And not nice, friendly ones. Yes, he's met friendly vampires, don't ask. But he and the team had just been wrapping up with putting the issue to bed (who ever would have expected they were artificially created vampires? Teddy, that is who) when he saw it, just out of the corner of his eye. A bit of something changing about Wiccan, who he was standing next to, still all in his Hulkling form. Something... vibrant?
Red, his instincts were telling him. That was red in Billy's cape. And Teddy was left quickly whirling. There was no chance this was from the vampires or his team. No, this was something else. And somewhere out there... there was someone. And damn if he didn't want to abandon his heroics to find them.
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