Black Marks {Private Rp}

((In the au for this soulmate thing, doesn't the black mark turn like. Colorful. When your soulmate touches you?))

(Yeah, it does, but I'm gonna make him be totally clueless about it until they seperate.)

((Alright! She's a bit hard to find, but she'll be in the city for a bit longer, lucky him))

"That's absolutely sickening." Kesari wrinkled her nose in disgust, shoving her hands in her pockets. Neither of them were aware of the change that had just taken place, the originally black mark on Kesari's upper right arm now a rainbow of colors.

Aquarius smirked. "You're a good kisser," he said. Putting his hands in his pocket. one of which was rainbow colors, he walked away.

Kesari shook her head, pulling her coat from her bag and slipping it on. The red was a familiar color, and one that tended to get people to avoid her. With a sigh, she continued on her way, once again searching for her client's home.

Aquarius walked along. He reached up to scratch his head and froze. Shit.
His hand was rainbow, shimmering brightly. Shit shit shit shit shit.

Ah ha. Kesari's slightly odd mood brightened as she found the house, knocking gently. She was let in my a worried looking woman, the one who had hired her as soon as she'd made it past the city's walls.

What was he going to do? Go back to her? No, he couldn't do that. His reputation.
But she was his soulmate…

((Should we skip? Maybe she ends up getting hired to heal someone he knows?))

(Sure!)

Two days. It had been two days since Kesari had met the man on the street, and it had taken her longer than she'd like to admit to realize who he was. She didn't know his identity, but she was painfully aware of one thing. He was, apparently, her soulmate. She shook off her thoughts as she knocked on the door of a house near the very center of town, fiddling with the buttons of her coat. Last one. And then it's on to the next city or town.

Aquarius was supporting his older brother, Ford. Ford, to say the least, was stupid.

((Are they inside, or..?))

(Not yet.)

When there was no reply, Kesari frowned. The letter that had been sent to her room at the inn had told her to come here. She pulled the piece of paper out of one of the pockets of her trench coat, reading it over. She'd gotten the address right.

Aquarius opened the door, grunting. He didn't see who it was.

As the door opened, Kesari took a moment to look up from the letter. "I was called to come help with something? I'm the healer you-" She looked up, eyes widening a fraction. "-summoned."

Aquarius started at the voice. "Oh, um, yeah," he said. "Uh, my brother…"

Business mode. Kesari nodded, straightening as she shifted the messenger bag on her shoulder. "Take me to him? And tell me what's wrong."

"Well," Aquarius hesitated, then led her over to him. "My brother decided it would be a good idea to jump off a building with a garbage bag, just to see if he could fly that way."

"That's going to be a tough one." Kesari said, not even blinking at the sight of the man, who very much looked like one would expect someone to after jumping off a building. "He just…jumped?"

Aquarius nodded, laughing slightly. "Yeah. He's not too bright."

Kesari looked over at him, in the process of removing her coat. "Is there a chair I can use? And are you squeamish at all?"

Aquarius gestured to an armchair nearby and shrugged. "I'm not squeamish, I guess…"

"Fell free to leave if you start feeling sick." Kesari said, forgoing the chair. It would be too hard to move, and she needed to be next to the injured man. Instead, she set her coat on the chair, the colorful markings on one arm and the inky black ones on the other in full view as she crouched next to the couch the man was laying on. She dug through her bag, pulling out a small vial. "He'll need a drop of this each day, for a week or so. Mixing it with water helps dull the horrid taste."

"It wouldn't happen to work with sugar?" Aquarius asked, standing up and busying himself cleaning up the room. He was a huge neat freak. "Because otherwise he won't take it, even to save his life." He chuckled, stopping for a moment and looking fondly at his brother. "He's such an idiot." He shook his head and resumed cleaning.

"If you had a sugary drink, maybe. Hot chocolate, or something." Kesari said, after a moment of thought. Shaking her head, she set the vial down on the small end table, before slipping a small knife from seemingly no where. She studied the man, looking for the worst injuries, and sighed. With one quick slice, she drew blood from her own arm, pressing the skin to produce a bit more.

Aquarius blinked, and looked away. He wasn't very squeamish, but watching someone intentionally harm themselves was unnerving to him. He went into the kitchen and busied himself cooking some food, and soon an amazing smell came wafting in.

Kesari set to work, using a cloth to wipe away some of the drying blood around his injuries, before carefully letting her own drip down on them. She held her hand just a few inches above him, the wounds slowly closing as the black marks along her arm writhed and twisted.

Aquarius hurried to finish cooking, his nimble fingers constantly in motion, whether it was fixing a part of the meal, or scratching himself, or brushing his black hair from his face.

(Ooh! I just had an idea! What if, if you had feelings for your soulmate, and both of them did, then the mark would vanish!)