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Sunless was born too still, too thin, too young, too small. He’s haunting, a child of the eclipse barely breathing and living. He’s not of the day, not of the night— He was something in-between. A child of the outskirts was a child of the night. They had black, dripping eyes adorning pale, soul-crushed face. Sunny was anything but night, his eyes were bright, impossibly white — the pristine white of the children of fire and light.
Sunless didn’t have night-eyes, he didn’t have the eyes of a soulmate on the outskirts, and his life will be so much harder. He’s too still, too thin, too young, too small—
When a person's eyes are a reflection of who their soulmate is, a child of the outskirts must have the colour of their place. They are unwelcome amongst the day, the wealthy. And even when a rat flees from the nest, they have eyes of sizzling amber, or the graceful elegance of amethyst, not eyes of white and death.
Or: A soulmates AU where the colour of your eyes reflect who your soulmate is.
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20 Apr 2026