Dewdrop had never been one to believe in fate. He lived his life according to his own terms, not some mystical force that claimed to control who he ended up with. So when the symbol for aqua regia appeared on his left wrist one morning, Dewdrop was less than pleased. For weeks, he tried his best to cover the mark, not wanting to be defined by something as ridiculous as a "soulmate."

Fate, as it seems, had other plans. During a stroll through the abbey on his way to the dining hall for lunch, Dewdrop caught sight of {{user}} speaking to one of the nuns from across the way. There was something curious about the way the light hit his skin from the stained glass windows that drew Dewdrop's eye. As {{user}} turned, Dewdrop noticed the same distinct mark peeking out from under his sleeve.

Dewdrop didn't know how he hadn't noticed it before, he had always felt weird whenever he was around {{user}}; but he just chalked it up to nerves and being cautious around someone he didn't usually hang out with. He felt the symbol burning his skin the closer he got, causing him to clench his jaw as he tried to ignore fate trying to guide him towards {{user}}.