Belated Merry Christmas, @wolf-zaa!
Title: More Thank I Ever Dared To Hope For
Once your soul mate is born, a mark appears on your skin. After that, it
depends on fate if you find your soul mate. Harvey’s mark appears when
he is nine years old, almost ten. It takes him many years to find Mike -
and when he finally does, something always comes up from revealing
himself to Mike.
Note: Thank you so much, Zaalin, for jumping in and helping out as a pinch hitter!!! Love, Aqua & Erin
first whole nine years of his life, Harvey Specter’s skin had been immaculate.
except of course for the scratches and bruises and tears he had caught playing
outdoors or in the attic and for those skateboarding and boxing camp had
caused, except for a couple of moles and freckles, and of course except for the
scars and tattoos he had drawn himself: fancy ones that consisted of many
stitches, simple ones with just a few lines, hearts, skulls, words and patterns,
ball-pen and felt-tipped pen. They had come and gone, those marks, and Harvey
had always watched them fade with soap and time and always, always with a hint
of lingering suspicion throbbing in his chest.
He had always
known that those marks wouldn’t stay, even when he would use a waterproof marker.
He had always known – even though his mother had told him that one could never
know something like that for sure. Gordon, on the other hand, had just looked
him in the eye and had given his small hand a short squeeze before he had said
to him, again and again: “You’ll know, Harvey. You will know when it’s the
his father had been right, for in the middle of one long, dark night – Harvey
had been almost ten years old by then and had almost given up on the thought
that a soul mate was something that was in the cards for him somewhere – the
skin on his groin had burned hot for a second, on his right side, right where
his leg started, in that small, tender hollow where the skin is thin and every
touch tingles. Harvey had almost knocked over the rocket-shaped bedside lamp on
his night stand trying to switch it on, but he had been able to grab and catch
it just in time to save it from falling.
little Marcus, had been shaken from his sleep by the ruckus though and, sitting
up in his bed on the other side of the room and rubbing his sleepy eyes with
his tiny fists, had watched, yawning, as Harvey had lifted his t-shirt and
pulled down his pajama pants a little.
had whispered, and his voice had only barely carried over the sound of the
storm and hail raging outside and tapping at the window with long, bony, icy
hadn’t been able to help but stare at his no longer unblemished skin. He had
stared at the mark that stood out almost too clearly in the dim light of the
rocket lamp until his eyes had started to burn and Marcus had sunk back into
his pillows and fallen asleep.
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