[when he begins to roll up his sleeve, she brings a mouth to her hand to stifle her gasp. there had been countless cases over the centuries where one's supposed soulmate's name had graced some part of their body, only to find that person had another person's entirely.
though she had adopted the french version of her name at fourteen, as soon as she'd moved to versailles, there is her original name, clearly written on his arm.
the legends are true.
for she removes the glove from the hand that had covered her mouth, to show that "wolfgang amadeus mozart" is inked onto her arm. (at least. she's pretty sure it says that. if she squints.)
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[when he begins to roll up his sleeve, she brings a mouth to her hand to stifle her gasp. there had been countless cases over the centuries where one's supposed soulmate's name had graced some part of their body, only to find that person had another person's entirely.
though she had adopted the french version of her name at fourteen, as soon as she'd moved to versailles, there is her original name, clearly written on his arm.
the legends are true.
for she removes the glove from the hand that had covered her mouth, to show that "wolfgang amadeus mozart" is inked onto her arm. (at least. she's pretty sure it says that. if she squints.)
and she begins to tear up.]