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It was a normal day for Multi.
He woke up at his desk and rubbed his eyes. He must have fallen asleep while working, but it's not a rare occurrence. What it is though, is annoying. He wishes he didn't need sleep, because it takes away the hours he could spend calculating and experimenting. He stretched his limbs while sitting, his wings under his coat begging to be released. He stood up and went to his main office, the one overlooking the village. He has a hidden closet there, full of only coats and gear that protects him from radiation.
Despite what everyone thinks, Multi is actually a clean freak. He takes a few showers a day to simply get rid of the radiation, not mentioning the cleaning while getting out of the lab. That's to say he has multiple coats, each one for a different day or purpose. He looked through the coat hangers but couldn't find his Monday coat. Weird. He never puts things where they're not supposed to be. His mind protested that they don't have that much time to dwell on this and simply picked a different coat for today. He'll find the Monday one later. Research won't do itself.
He quickly checked if his dreads looked okay. They have a tendency to stick in multiple different directions when he wakes up. He got one of his devices out of a chest and sat in front of his desk, a lot of paperwork already laying on it. The last experiment he did was chipping Graf. Now that he thought about it, it was a cowardly decision. But it was the only one. The only right one. He had to make sure that Graf wasn’t doing anything he shouldn’t. He couldn’t risk anything. Mult looked at the device once again, its screen showing a scan of a brain and various calculations and statistics. He began to write some of it down and compare it with a bunch of other things.
He was almost done with this task when his camera footage device started pinging. He sighed, if someone tried to once again break into the reactor, his brain was going to explode. But upon taking a look at the camera, he saw a certain Omega that always wears a blue hoodie and has golden wings. He increased the volume to hear what he was saying.
“-laaaa amigoooo! Estás ahí dentro?” Said Quackity. His face was so close to the camera it was all he could see. “....Qué estoy diciendo? Claro que está ahí, nunca se va.” Multi had no idea what he was saying, but he had a feeling it wasn’t really that important.
“What? You know you can just come in, right?” Multi said through the camera while pinching the bridge of his nose. It really was stupid, he didn’t have to ask for permission when he would know Quackity was there due to his radars anyway. When he looked back at the device, the avian was gone.
It only took a couple minutes for Quackity to arrive in Multi's office. The scientist did not look up when the other entered the room. “Multi Multi!” Quackiity screamed excitedly and walked up to where Multi was sitting. He looked over the scientist's shoulder and saw tons of calculations he would have trouble solving.
“Did you come here to just scream my name?” Multi looked at Quackity and closed some of his notebooks.
“No, I’m just happy to see you, can’t I be happy to see you?” Asked the avian defensively, his arms crossed. “Anyway, what are you up to?” And what a question it was. Multi hesitated. Should he tell Quackity about Graf being chipped? About Haiper getting worse from the radiation? About the Federation finally contacting him? He probably shouldn’t say any of that, especially not about the Federation. So instead he chose the safe option.
“The reactor had a small error, I'm trying to figure out what caused it and how to prevent it from happening again. What about you?” Multi rotated his chair to face him.
“Ahhh dude, I don’t even know. I’m so irritated by all the different smells of the North, I just had to come here instead.” Quackity sat on the black couch in the corner of the room and shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the North, it’s fun and all. But I’m an Omega. All those pheromones in the air are making my head spin, in a bad way.” He said taking his beanie off. He rarely does that but when he does, Multi cannot take his eyes away from his hair. It just looks so soft and healthy. He wonders what they would feel like.
Would he be able to smell more of his warm honey, sunflowers and spring pond water with a note of something he can’t quite catch? Would he be able to figure it out then? He quickly caught his thoughts and threw them in a mental void. What was he even thinking about? He’s not into men.
“Yes, I imagine it can be annoying. You don’t have a safe space there? I thought you had a room. What about making a nest there?” Multi stood up and sat next to the winged man.
“I do have a room and a nest there! But the thing is, Aldo doesn’t let me add any of his clothes! Everytime I take something, the next day he needs it urgently! And I don’t feel like making a new nest somewhere else.” Quackity vented. It seems like it was really bothering the avian. It’s not like Multi knows anything about Omega nests, since he never had an Omega before. But he imagines that if he put something in his reactor and the next day someone would take it, he would be irritated as well.
“That sucks.” Multi commented and noticed that Quackity relaxed a bit after getting it out of his system. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Asked Multi.
“Noo, I don’t think so…” The avian seemed to be lost in thoughts. “ Though, I am a bit hungry.” Quackity said, his ear wings covering some of his face as if he was embarrassed to ask.
“I have cooked potatoes, want some? They’re still warm.” Multi proposed and stood up, ready to go fetch them for Quackity.
However the avian looked shocked. “Is this all you ever eat? Seriously! Everytime I see you eating, it’s always those goddamn potatoes!” Quackity laughed a bit.
He supposes it would be true. He doesn’t remember the last time he ate a proper meal, but he doesn’t have the time to stand in the kitchen for an hour just to make a dish. Cooking potatoes is different though. All he has to do is throw them in an oven, set a timer and he can continue his research while the potatoes cook. Nothing too complicated and he doesn’t lose any amount of time. However, he won’t say that to Quacity. He would kill him for eating so poorly. So he came up with a different story. “It’s the only way I can know if my food isn’t poisoned.” Which isn’t exactly a lie, just a half truth. He would never lie to the man sitting before him.
“Okay dude, c’mon.” Quackity stood up and stretched his limbs. “How about I make you some food? Actual food, because if you don’t eat a normal meal, you’re gonna get some disease.” He put his beanie back on and crossed his arms on his chest.
“I’m sure I would be able to cure myself,” Said Multi. Which apparently wasn't the right thing because he received a deadpan in response. “Okay. I’ll let you cook. We have a kitchen in the Polski Cave.” He eventually agreed. Because he knows that Quacity would go and do it anyways.
“I will make you a meal that will blow your socks off” Quakcity said confidently and made his way to the waypoint. Multi followed him and they both appeared in the Cave. Some people would think that the fun buildings inside the cave are purely for decoration. They would be wrong. Each building serves a different purpose. They headed to the red one, which contained a pretty neat looking kitchen.
Quackity looked around, the kitchen was homey, light beige walls and dark wood cabinets. Half of the walls were covered with a brown flowery designed wallpaper, not reaching the ceiling. Fine China displayed in some of the cabinets that had a glass window, the cabinets themselves had typical slavic ornaments. The floor was tiled in a checkered like style. It had a very babusha feel to it. Quackity smiled, the Poles really valued their culture.
The avian walked to the old looking fridge and opened it. He rummaged through it looking for anything that could be made into a proper meal, he did the same with every cabinet.
“I actually have no idea what we have in here, I only ever come here to get an energy drink” Multi sat at the wooden table, not really knowing what to say. He awkwardly fidgeted with his hands. “I think it’s Nexe who gets the groceries, and maybe Graf.” he scratched his neck.
“I think we can make a Burrito Bowl, but you guys need more stuff in here.” Quackity took out a large pan, onions and red peppers. “Do you know how to cook?” He asked and started cutting the vegetables.
“Umm, not really.” Said Multi, his wings wanting to get out and cover himself for some reason.
“Can you cut the beef for me at least? You know how to use a knife right?” Quackity asked and Multi rolled his eyes.
“Of course I know how to kurwa use a knife. I’m not an idiot.” Multi replied offended. He’s a scientist for God’s sake.
The only reply he got was a chuckle. He took off his lab coat and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and got to the cutting. He could feel the others' eyes on him for a solid minute, but he supposes it’s normal since he rarely takes off his coat. Mostly to hide his wings. Not because he’s embarrassed of them, but because they simply get in the way of doing things. A comfortable silence spread between them, the only sounds were when the knives met the cutting board.
Once all the needed vegetables were cut, and the meat, Quackity put them all in the pan, sometimes stirring to make sure it doesn’t get burned or sticks to the pan. Multi observed him, not really knowing what to say. The avian seemed quite comfortable cooking, something Multi never truly got the hang off. The best he could do was pancakes, and he hadn’t made them in a long while. It probably has something to do with their secondary genders.
Speaking of secondary genders, Multi barely knows anything about this stuff. He didn’t have parents growing up, or at least that's what he thinks from the little childhood memories he remembers. Not to mention he presented very late in life, truly believing he was a beta up to nineteen years old. Usually people present when they are fifteen or sixteen so it came as a shock to him.
Quackity moved to season the dish, and it immediately started to smell good, slowly making Multi realize that he is, in fact, hungry too. The avian poured in the chicken stock and lowered the heat and added rice. He covered the pan and turned to look at Multi.
“Like what you see?” He asked, very smug of himself. It made Multi realize that he has been staring the whole time. He quickly turned his face away, not showing it in his expression that he’s embarrassed at being caught, which made Quackity laugh.
“I wasn’t staring.” He denied and crossed his arms.
“Yeah sure buddy,” Quackity said while giggling. “And I’m an Alpha” He walked up to Multi, now having to stare down to look him in the eyes. When they stand up he’s a few centimeters shorter than the scientist, however now, he feels kind of powerful. The big scary scientist having to look up at him. It makes his stomach twist.
Now that they were so close, Quackity could see the signs of radiation on Multi's neck, the eyebags that get darker and darker every week, and Multi could see all the little moles and the slight blush on the avian's pretty face.
“You know that some people on the island think you’re insane?” Asked the avian, completely changing the topic.
“They’re a bit late to the party if they realized just now.” He laughed. He didn’t necessarily care what others thought of him. As long as Quacity and Husaria were with him, he’ll be alright. Though it would be good to know who thought that, just in case. You never know who will be your next enemy.
“That’s one of the reasons I came here actually.” Quackity walked a few steps back and leaned on the countertop facing him. “The North wants to keep you at a distance. And they don’t like the fact that I spend so much time with you. They think you might be corrupting me or something.” He explained, his face showing that this situation is really complicated to him.
“Well, what do you think? Am I corrupting you with my ideas? Do you think you’ve changed because of me?” Multi asked sternly. How dare they put such ideas in Quackitis' head. He would never hurt him, he would never corrupt him. If Quackity one day learns about his true ideas and decides to stay with him, it would only mean that they didn’t fully understand him, and didn’t know about his potential darker side.
“I think you’re weird.” Quackity replied simply. But Multi knew it wasn’t supposed to be an insult, nor a compliment. It was simply a statement. A simple truth.
Multi raised his eyebrows. “Wow.” He commented, unsurprised of such an answer, his face as stoic as ever.
“You can be cruel with words. You know how to strike without violence, that’s why some fear you.” The avian kept on going, his ear-wings slowly drooping, now it looked like they were small dyed parts of his hair.
Multi nodded, showing that he acknowledged what the other said. “Truly devastating,” he sighed sarcastically, not actually devastated. He couldn’t care less if he’s cruel with words. It means he’s only saying what others are afraid to say. Perhaps because it may hurt the other person or simply they themselves don’t want to talk about it.
“And you work too much.” Quackity finished listing. Now looking at Multi, and shifting his weight on his feet.
“Damn. Really? No mames" Multi said sarcastically again, giggling to himself. His wings slightly curled inwards with his laugh.
“But I don’t think you’re a bad influence on me. If anything, I might be getting smarter with all the scientific terms you use” The avian smiled with his head up. His ear-wings returned to their normal position, if not proudly showing more of themselves.
The scientist rolled his eyes, “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” He shook his head and he started to smell something burning. Oh shit, they were cooking! “The dish!” Multi stood up to check on it but Quackity was faster.
“Fuck!” He yelled. He took a spatula and stirred. “I mean, it’s not completely burned. Just… slightly overcooked.” Quackity nervously laughed but at the end it turned into a sad ‘ooow…’. The Omegas' shoulders slouched, but he continued preparing the dish. He took out two bowls from a shelf and started putting a healthy amount in them. “You can eat it with tortilla chips, but since you guys don’t have any, it’s pretty good on its own,” He explained.
The avian put one bowl in front of Multi with a fork and sat across him, putting big amounts of food on his fork. Multi stared at him, lost in thought. Was Quackity safe in the North? Were they going to make him say what they are doing? It’s not like Quackity helps him much in his studies, more like observes and makes comments. Besides, he doesn’t know his actual goal, so intervening him would be useless anyway. He took a bite out of his food. It didn’t taste burnt at all.
“Sho how ish it?” Asked Quackity with his mouth full, nearly finishing the bowl in record time. Isn’t he gonna get a bellyache after eating so fast?
Multi slightly shook his head to get back in the present. “It’s amazing,” he said after he finished chewing. “I don’t think I ever ate anything like this.” He took another bite.
Now it was Quickity's turn to stare at him, his head slightly tilting to the side like if he was analyzing him. It seemed like he didn’t find what he was looking for though, but he did give Multi a warm smile.
They both finished eating in silence, but not the awkward kind. This was more like coming home from a day of hard work to just relax with your lov…. your close ones. Multi didn’t mind it. It felt like home.
After eating they both washed their dishes, putting the rest of the food in the fridge and Multi putting his coat back on, they talked about small things while cleaning, they could spend so much time like this. At least that's what Multi thinks, that the time flies when he’s with Quackity.
Suddenly the Omega's communicator pinged. “Shiiiit, I have to go, something happened at the North.” He said after looking at the message. He put it back in his pocket.
“What happened?” Asked Multi. Were they going to interrogate him? Was the North a threat to Quackity now? Was it safe for the avian to go back there?
The other only laughed. “Dude, relax, no need to worry! Nothing serious happened, they just need my help fixing something” His ear–wings flapped with laughter.
“I’m not worried!” The scientist denied, even though he knew better. He just didn’t want anyone to know he was capable of having such a weakness.
“Yeah, and you didn’t immediately furrow your brows and looked as if my life was at stake” He continued to giggle. His eyes looked like the stars blessed them. He could listen to the sound of his voice all the time. Eventually he stopped laughing, but a smile was still on his face.
That made Multi remember why they were having this conversation in the first place. “Are you going to stop coming here?” He asked. After all, Quackity did say the North wants him away from their business.
Quackity looked at him a bit more seriously now. “Do you want me to stop coming?” He asked, his head tilted slightly downwards so he was looking at Multi through his eyelashes. To anyone else, he would appear totally innocent, like if he was an angel from heaven itself, unable to harm anyone. But Multi knows that’s not true. That this angel hides a darker side of itself. A side that isn’t afraid of danger. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be standing here, talking to a scientist most of the island deems as mad and insane.
Multi stood there, he knew he had to answer. But the thought of him never seeing the Omega again deeply unsettles him. Like if it isn’t natural, like if someone sucked out the air around him and he was suffocating. Was he getting too soft? Or maybe that’s because Quackity’s the only person he can talk to freely without any secrets?
He looked to the side, not looking at anything particular. After a few seconds he finally answered. “...no.” Is all he said. The shortest answer is sometimes the best answer. He isn’t going to elaborate, he isn’t going to fumble with words just to explain. He simply looks back at Quackity who is softly smiling.
Quackity nodded. “See you later then.” He didn’t wait for a reply and flew out of the cave, leaving Multi standing alone in the middle of it. He snorted to himself and went back to the reactor, continuing his research.
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Now that Quackity could finally take a rest, the sun has begun to disappear beyond the horizon. He walked into his room in the North and faceplanted onto his nest. He didn’t feel like sleeping in his bed, he needed comfort that only a nest could provide. He took off his hoodie and pants, staying in only underwear, the clothes thrown somewhere in the room.
He stretched his back wings that now started to feel sore. The North needed help with replacing some lights in the whole mansion, not just the lightbulbs but the whole lamps. Unfortunately, only a few people on this island possess wings and it’s much easier and faster to reach so high up for them. He really should start exercising and flying more or soon he will be tired after only a minute of flight.
The stretch felt good, spreading not only to his wings but also his back muscles. He got more comfortable in his nest and took out his phone, mainly to check the news and doomscroll on social media. He sent a few cute animal videos to Tina, some weird tiktoks to Roier that would definitely make him laugh his ass off, Juan some videos about art, and much more to others.
That’s until he stumbles upon a video of someone saying that there’s always a yapper friend and the listener friend in the friend group. Quackity giggled to himself and downloaded the video to send it to Multi. He didn’t send it via the app he’s on right now because the scientist keeps insisting that having social media is useless and makes people stupid. He sends it to him on the only app he has allowed to be downloaded on his phone, even if it took weeks of begging for that to happen.
Now that he sees, the case stands even in their messages. Multi rarely sends him any message, and if he does it is something important or urgent, or simply a thumbs up emoji. He has to teach him how to properly use emojis like any other person, but it definitely will take another few weeks of begging.
Of course the Alpha doesn’t immediately see it, probably too focused on his calculations or whatever other sciency thing he does in there. It’s not like Quackity doesn’t know what Multi does in his reactor, he does. But probably not the whole thing, just the summary of it, since he wouldn’t be able to understand it.
It’s cute honestly, how such a person who everyone is wary of can be soft and kind. He truly doesn’t understand why the North is worried about this guy. Yeah, the idea of a reactor is scary, but it’s not like Multi doesn’t have any prior experience with it. He has told Quackity about when he was younger and had a different reactor, it wasn’t quite as big and advanced, but it was enough for whatever use it was for. Unfortunately due to some events that the Alpha was too embarrassed to tell him about, it exploded. But he gave Quacikity his word that he has precautions in case something similar was about to happen.
It was nice to see that side of Multi. The one that blushes while admitting to a mistake he did, his shoulders going up and his arms wrapping around himself as if to make himself smaller when telling the embarrassing fact, also nervously laughing while saying all of it. So not alpha like. But that’s what’s cute about it. The fact that the scary scientist Alpha is capable of acting so soft.
Not only is he soft and kind, but also caring. The Alpha will deny it with all his might, but he does care about a few people, such as Graf, Nexe, Ewron, Quackity and he dares to say maybe even Haiper, why else would he be giving him pills that slow down the radiation poisoning? Or why when today, when Quackity came to him today to complain about how he felt for the past few days, he started scenting him to calm the avian down.
He’s not sure if Multi even realized he was doing so. But the scent of a cold night in the middle of nowhere calmed him down instantly. He does like Multis scent. It’s a nice mixture of cleanliness, dark coffee and steel.
Now that he was recalling his day, it got even better because he got to see something very rare. Multis arms and wings. He knows he needed to take off the coat for cooking, but golly does that coat hide his actual body build. Multi has quite broad shoulderblades while his waist and hips are a bit smaller, but both practically the same width, making his torso seem more broad. The Omega could also see that the scientist sometimes does heavy labor, just by seeing his arms. They’re not as big as Quackitis but they are there and you cannot miss them.
Speaking of things he could not miss. The wings. The Alpha hides a nice pair of bat-like wings under his coat. He wonders if he is able to fly. They are a bit rough around the edges, and he could see a bunch of scars and some holes in them. He wonders if they hurt, and if Multi even knows how to take care of his wings, since he is prone to forgetting about his health. He wonders if the Alpha would let him take care of them.
He got thrown out of his thoughts by the door to his room opening. He tensed and shot his head up to see the intruder, which turned out to be none other than Aldo. He looked pissed, but maybe he’s just stuck with a face like that.
“Give me my coat back.” Said Aldo, already walking towards the omega and his nest.
“I don’t have your coat.” The avian shots back instantly, even though he knows that the coat Aldo is looking for is somewhere in his nest.
The Alpha stood before the nest with his arms crossed. “That’s a lie, and it wasn’t a request. Give it back.” He said in a serious tone, trying to intimidate the Omega. He released his authoritative pheromones, which smelled like gun powder to make him listen. The Omega didn’t budge.
“It looks better in my nest anyway.” Quackity put his phone down and stared at Aldo, not moving a single centimeter to give the coat back.
“It literally smells like me. I wore it yesterday and didn’t even get to wash it!” Aldo argued, putting his hands in the air annoyed. Why does he need this specific coat anyway? He has like two more in his closet.
“Duh.” Quackity rolled his eyes. Doesn’t he know that's the whole point? To take things that smell of comfort and put them in your nest. To provide a sense of comfort and allow the Omega to relax, like if he was surrounded by the people he can trust?
Aldo groaned and stepped closer to the nest, standing right before it, if he leaned in he would be in the territory of the nest. That made the avian sit up, a defensive hiss starting to build up in the back of his throat, ready to defend what’s his. “Hey! Don’t dig through it!” His wings puffed up in a defensive way.
But the Alpha didn’t listen. “I’m literally here just to dig through it.” He crouched and began to look through the nest, invading the space and picking it up, not even bothering to put things back in their original place. The Omega hissed, clearly stating that what the Alpha is doing is unwelcome.
Aldo put a few blankets aside, a scarf belonging to Graf, a sweater that is definitely Vegetas, and a second sweater that is most likely Tinas. ”Listen, I told you this already. I don’t care if you steal other people's clothes, all I want is for you to stop stealing min-” He stopped mid sentence.
What he pulled out was a coat. but it wasn’t one of Aldo's. It was white and heavy, no one in The North wore anything like this. The closest guess would be Foolish because he is starting to get interested in science, but he definitely isn’t that far yet. He pulled it out fully and the room went even more silent.
It was a lab coat. Aldo unfolded it and looked it over, trying to figure out whose it was. He didn’t have to think long because on the breast pocket was a logo and a very familiar name tag still attached to it. Dr Multi.
Aldo looked at the coat and then back at Quackity and then back to the coat. “...oh.” Was all he said about it. His face was stoic, no emotion showed.
Quackity tensed again, he forgot he even had it in his nest. How could he forget? “...Aldo.” Said Quackity warily, to test the waters, if the sea remains calm or if the waves will dance in anger.
“Tell me that’s not his.” The Alpha demanded, clearly disturbed at what he found in the Omega's nest. But the Omega didn’t answer, he remained silent. Quackity couldn’t lie to him, but he also couldn’t deny the truth. Unfortunately, his silence was an answer of itself. Aldo's jaw tightened, his teeth grinding and anger building up. “Tell me!” He yelled.
The avian jumped a little at the yell. What could he possibly say that wouldn’t anger the man before him even more? All he can do is deny. He can’t risk putting Multi in danger just because of a dumb mistake of stealing one of his lab coats. “It’s just a coat.” Quackity stands his ground.
Aldo, still holding the offensive clothing, closes his hands into fists, wrinkling the coat even more. He looks away, whether to calm down or because he is disgusted, Quackity has no idea. “It’s his coat. It says so on the badge.” The Alpha growls through his teeth.
The avian's wings ruffle, now standing all stretched out and tall, showing he’s not scared of Aldo. “So what if it’s his? So what? It’s not the end of the world!” He argues. Because so what? He can have whatever he pleases in his nest, it’s his for a reason! No Alpha, bond or no bond, will be telling him what he can or cannot put into his safe space.
Aldo drops the lab coat on the ground and puts his hands on his face and drags them down. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Aldo sighed, clearly already fed with the conversation. “He’s mad, most of the island hates this guy, do you have any idea how this looks? If this goes out, do you know what people will think of us?” He gesticulated around him, growing agitated
Quackity picked up the coat and put it back on his nest, tucking it somewhere safe. “It’s not that big of a deal! And he’s not mad! You all look at the situation from the wrong perspective!” He was growing angry too. How could they tell him who he can and cannot see? He will not allow others to dictate his life.
“You didn’t even know him a few months ago!” Aldo argued, but his point is flawed.
“Duh! Just like almost everyone on this island!” Quackity put his hands up in the air in frustration. He knows how to handle himself for fuck’s sake.
Aldo paced around the omegas room, clearly thinking things over in his head. Like if this was his business. Which it’s not. Quackity lets him calm down, because the Alphas smell was starting to sour and he doesn’t want that to stick to his nest.
Allo slowly came to a stop, further away from the piles of blankets and other things. “How often do you go see him?” Was all he asked, his voice once again without emotion. Quackity has no idea how he can change from one emotion to another so quickly.
Quackity didn’t answer. Because all the answers would be the wrong ones. He can’t say he goes there almost everyday, because then the argument will start again, he can’t say once in a while, because that would be an obvious lie, so he stays silent. Aldo sighs, it seems he picked the right answer. “Okay, listen.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “I won’t tell the rest about this. However if this gets out of control one day, I will tell them. But for now, do what you want.” He shrugged, and simply walked out.
Quackity groaned and fell on his back on the nest. This whole interaction has exhausted him mentally. Aldo was always a tough person to talk to, with his mood swings and all. But the North is accepting, that’s why he’s still there.
The avian stands up from the nest, he feels sweaty after the whole day and his wings need preening after moving them so much, so he makes his way to the bathroom connected to his room. He lets warm water gather in the tub while he looks over his wings, trying to see how many knots there are.
Suddenly, he sees something in the mirror. He tries dusting it off but it doesn’t come out. It’s something at the back of his neck, mostly covered by his hair that’s why he didn’t notice it earlier.
He takes a mini mirror while standing in front of the first one and sees… a toxic waste sign? He doesn’t remember ever getting a tattoo, and it definitely wasn’t there before the island. How could this happen? Unless it’s… no. No, that’s impossible. Such things are unheard of. A myth. It’s a fairytale for children.
There is no way he actually has a soulmark on the back of his neck… right?
…right?