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seadevil[Soulmate marks can be a tricky thing. You never know quite when they're going to emerge and even when they do, there's not telling just what it is that's going to appear. They usually come to the surface around when a person hits puberty, though sometimes they'll appear earlier and some late bloomers find themselves still fretting and checking the mirror for them years later. Sometimes they pop up fully formed, clear as day and perfectly recognizable as what they're supposed to be. Sometimes it takes years for them to coalesce into a distinct image. Most people say that that occurs when your soulmate isn't old enough for their own mark to appear yet, but when you have a whole country of people to sift through to find the one who has the mark that matches yours, generally you don't find them until they're trying to find you, too, younger or not.
Motochika has never made the slightest attempt to hide his mark as it's shifted and spread in its spot right over his heart. It's not the only reason why he generally refuses to wear a shirt, but it's certainly on the list. He hasn't quite been able to make sense of the shape until recently, though it's been the topic of much hushed discussion (and quite a few betting pools) among his crew over the years. It's now clearly two intertwined flowers, which suits him just fine, he thinks. Much to the consternation of the crew, though, they're quite simple ones and there's been a great deal of arguing back and forth over what kinds they're meant to be, exactly. Motochika just figures he'll find out when he finds out.
Today finds him eavesdropping on yet another clandestine discussion of just who it is he's meant to spend the rest of his life with. They're all supposed to be repairing one of the spike walls on the Hyakki Fugaku, but it seems while he looks over the mechanism from the deck above, the men on the lower deck are spending more time gossiping than they are moving spikes back into place. Basically, a typical afternoon in the ChÅsokabe army. He's about to yell at them to get back to work when a commotion further down the deck draws all of their attention.]
Motochika has never made the slightest attempt to hide his mark as it's shifted and spread in its spot right over his heart. It's not the only reason why he generally refuses to wear a shirt, but it's certainly on the list. He hasn't quite been able to make sense of the shape until recently, though it's been the topic of much hushed discussion (and quite a few betting pools) among his crew over the years. It's now clearly two intertwined flowers, which suits him just fine, he thinks. Much to the consternation of the crew, though, they're quite simple ones and there's been a great deal of arguing back and forth over what kinds they're meant to be, exactly. Motochika just figures he'll find out when he finds out.
Today finds him eavesdropping on yet another clandestine discussion of just who it is he's meant to spend the rest of his life with. They're all supposed to be repairing one of the spike walls on the Hyakki Fugaku, but it seems while he looks over the mechanism from the deck above, the men on the lower deck are spending more time gossiping than they are moving spikes back into place. Basically, a typical afternoon in the ChÅsokabe army. He's about to yell at them to get back to work when a commotion further down the deck draws all of their attention.]