#i shouldve told the tone tag thing from the beginning

[brokenolivejar]

Do you know what tone indicators are? They might help your jokes go better unless you’re going for rage content ( sad tbh)

Dw I do

I'm just too lazy and often forget to use them

I only use them when I feel the need that they're really needed ie when having a serious conversation

Normally when I don't use them I'm not being serious ever so when I use tone tags it's safe to assume I'm being serious so when I'm not just immediately assume what I'm saying is satire or not serious

The rage content sort of it's not my goal but it is funny to me when it happens

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.1)

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Roman Prince-Duke lives in a world where the markings of your body determine every aspect of your life.

Those with soul marks that glow brightly wherever they go are revered, seated first at restaurants, busses, given the best picks of whatever goods they look for.

Those with unlit soul marks are treated with kindness and reassurance that one day, it will glow.

Those with gray soul marks are rarely asked questions, they are treated with respect, and caution, as everyone knows you should treat someone who's lost a lover.

And then there were those like Roman, who never had a soul mark to begin with. He supposed it could have been worse for him, he hadnt been kicked out at least. No, instead he'd been forced to get a tattoo at age seven, granted, he'd been allowed to pick it out, and he'd gotten two, because he liked the idea of two.

The first was very obviously the head of Medusa, located on his left arm, she was fierce and she could protect him, turning those who tried to ask about her legitimacy to stone with a glare.

The second was a raging storm, located on his chest, powerful and relentless, something that could give Roman strength.

The tattoos made him feel better when he wasnt thinking about them fully. When he saw passing glances of a snake or the hint of a lightning bolt, it was almost like they were real. But he couldnt think about them for to long, or else he would remember that they were merely artistic features, that would never really glow.

"Roman! Wake up! Your brother's wedding is today!" Roman felt numb.

His brother had met his first soulmate, Logan, on an ordinary trip to the store, Logan was short, with messy brown hair, round glasses, and freckles, these freckles, however, were shaped like stars, and glowed just as bright when the two were together. Remus' second soulmate, Patton, also had round glasses and freckles, though his soul mark came in the form of a few octopus tentacles that ran down his arms, and one of which could be seen on his neck. Remus himself had the solar system etched down his spine, as well as a realistically shaped heart above his- well- heart.

"Alright mother!" Roman said, not all to enthusiastically, as he got out of bed. It wasnt that he wasnt happy for Remus, of course he was happy! But talking about weddings or anniversaries or anything like that often made him think even more about the lack of a true soulmate present on his arm or chest.

Lots of people said it was taboo to allow a Soulless into an event so integral to most romantic soulmates, or to any even at all, regardless of relation to those who had planned it. Remus, of course, thought this was a load of crap. The twins parents on the other hand had tried to convince him that this was a bad idea, but Remus, much to Roman's delight and dismay, didnt listen.

At least the dress was pretty, Roman was glad Remus knew his style so well. The dress itself was a gradient of reddish-pink to a sort of creme color, with a brown braided belt around the waist. There wasnt necessarily a full sleeve, more of a strap that went around one shoulder. After he'd managed to get the tan and brown heels on his feet he walked downstairs.

He was immediately hit with the scent of one of his favorite breakfast foods, strawberry pancakes.

"I know today might be a little hard for you so I made you something nice," said his mother, giving him a small kiss on the forehead.

"Thanks mom," Roman said, smiling slightly. It took him ages to even start on his food, he loved strawberry pancakes of course, but with everything that would be happening that day his stomach felt like it was eating itself from the inside out.

The wedding was of course, amazing. Remus looked more put together than he ever had in his life, Patton and Logan's dresses would have made any celebrity burst with rage at how good they looked.

The only thing that kept the scene from being as nice as it could be, was Roman. Roman with his sad eyes. Roman with his clearly fake smile. Roman with the faded tattoos that got him strange looks if someone looked close enough to realize that some spots had, instead of black and white hues that would have been easy to explain, no color at all.

But Roman tried his best not to ruin his brother's big day. He kept a smile on his face and politely deflected any questions he was asked about soulmates, all while biting the inside of his cheek till it bled.

Which lead to the conversation he was currently having with Remus in the bathroom.

"You shouldve told me you were uncomfortable! I swear your face hasnt bled this much since you accidentally ran into that tree when we were kids," Remus was holding tissues up to the spots of Roman's mouth that were currently more red than his hair.

"But it's your wedding! You should be out there having fun! Not in here worrying about your screw up of a brother who cant even deflect a simple question about soulmates," Roman said, still trying not to cry.

"Roman." Remus' tone took a sudden turn, still worried, but now with a hint of sharpness.

"You are not a screw up. It is not your fault that society has placed so much importance on finding a soul mate that a wedding for one romantic and one queerplatonic relationship is held solely for their enjoyment rather than for the partners involved. It is not your fault that people without markings are treated as though they cant have bonds. Do you understand me? This. Is. Not. Your. Fault." Remus had his hands on Roman's shoulders now.

"But I-" Remus stuffed a macaroon in Roman's mouth before he could finish the sentence.

"No buts except yours on the dance floor with me and the boys, and if anyone asks about your markings again tell them I'll punch them in the eyes." Remus said, smiling.

Roman was much happier with the after party once he had something to respond when asked about his status.

But then the wedding ended, and Remus wasnt in the house anymore. Now Roman was all alone with his thoughts, now he had to think about the tattoos and his future and everything else Remus would have talked over. Now the only voice he could hear was his own, screaming at him, waiting for him to drown in its miserable echoes.

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