[ newt was told when he was a child that everyone would have their soulmate's first word appear on them as a tattoo when they grew up. he'd seen his friends fall in love, seen people ignore the system entirely, but when it worked, it worked well, so it was a nice thing. there were mingles, meet and greets, people desperately hoping to find their whoever in the big wide world.
that was all well and good, but newt had never really been much of a romantic, and to meet his soulmate wasn't something he was that insistent on.
so he went about his life as normal. his words were on his bony hip, in the simple black writing of a typewriter. "Careful." his soulmate wasn't apparently much of a romantic, either, whoever they were, and sometimes, in his further off moments, he might daydream of meeting them somewhere, but otherwise, it was on the back of his mind, even as he attended weddings and gave best man speeches for his two best friends.
it was on his way to the wedding that something seemed sort of off. dressed in a black tux with a green tie, newt hadn't been able to get to the wedding in a park in the middle of the city (where the two of them met, apparently going running) by car, so he was stuck on the subway, surrounded by businessmen and lawyers and god only knew who else, on the morning commute to his best friend's loving wedding, looking kind of ridiculous in a sea of normal people.
great. just great.
pulling his coat up tight around his collar, the tall boy ducks between people on the train, trying to get inside--it's a long ride, at least thirty minutes on the E train, and the place is, of course, packed, and it's when he's hunting across the car for a seat that he runs right into someone's briefcase, just as the train lurches forward. newt tips forward and stumbles right into a stranger, swearing out loud.
sighs dreamily at
that was all well and good, but newt had never really been much of a romantic, and to meet his soulmate wasn't something he was that insistent on.
so he went about his life as normal. his words were on his bony hip, in the simple black writing of a typewriter. "Careful." his soulmate wasn't apparently much of a romantic, either, whoever they were, and sometimes, in his further off moments, he might daydream of meeting them somewhere, but otherwise, it was on the back of his mind, even as he attended weddings and gave best man speeches for his two best friends.
it was on his way to the wedding that something seemed sort of off. dressed in a black tux with a green tie, newt hadn't been able to get to the wedding in a park in the middle of the city (where the two of them met, apparently going running) by car, so he was stuck on the subway, surrounded by businessmen and lawyers and god only knew who else, on the morning commute to his best friend's loving wedding, looking kind of ridiculous in a sea of normal people.
great. just great.
pulling his coat up tight around his collar, the tall boy ducks between people on the train, trying to get inside--it's a long ride, at least thirty minutes on the E train, and the place is, of course, packed, and it's when he's hunting across the car for a seat that he runs right into someone's briefcase, just as the train lurches forward. newt tips forward and stumbles right into a stranger, swearing out loud.
wonderful. ] Bloody hell, I am so sorry.