remnant2
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It turns out separation brings with it a whole of host of its own issues. John and Arthur learn to live in spite of these.
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“This isn't my pinky." There was the sound of an angry thud as John hit his fist against the counter. It echoed in the air as John let out a growl. “It’s too…”
Arthur felt his hand, his left hand— the one not around the cane— as John picked it up. His new digits, the ones that weren’t shaped like Arthur’s hands— human, barely, and longer— ran over every callous as if to memorize them by touch alone.
“…smooth.”
There was silence for a moment. Just skin buzzing against skin.
“Sometimes,” John said, “I think about asking you to bite it off again.”
He said it like it would be a gift.
“Jesus Christ, John.”
“Yeah.”
What’s worse was that Arthur would be willing to do it for him, too.
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03 Mar 2026
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John wishes he could crawl back into Arthur. John wishes Arthur would tear him apart bit by bit.
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03 Mar 2026
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As they're rowing out to the island (assuming they can find it), John finally remembers to ask. He had been musing over it for so long, it was almost odd to be able to voice his question at last and hopefully get answers.
Arthur, what is a soulmark?
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27 Feb 2026
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"You can see the color," Arthur says sharply, cutting off John's uncertain descriptions.
"I have always been able to see colors Arthur, is this not something humans are capable of?"
Arthur lets out a huffed breath, something John can't decide is frustration, exhaustion, or humor at his expense. "No John, most humans are not able to see color until they meet their soulmate. Some never get to."
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27 Feb 2026
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In this moment, John could feel the electric sting like ants beneath his skin. It spasmed up his vertebrae and pierced gray matter to twist, contort, and crawl down again, latching to muscle fibers that folded in on themselves and turned to the blink of his eye.
That was where the yellow could not hide. It was the rot in the vitreous humor.
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Separate bodies won't grant them a normal life.
The strange behavior of Mrs. Nellie Parrish introduces a new case for John and Arthur. They search for her truth while desperate to tell their own lies: those to themselves, and those to each other.
(Written for Malevolent Big Bang 2025! Fic is complete upon posting)
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25 Feb 2026