#i drew most of this when i first read the fic

Nick frowns, brows drawing together. “I can’t see it, either. It guess it makes sense that the person who eats the cake is the only-,”
“It’s gold,” Ace interjects. Nancy’s head shoots up. His voice is soft- there’s wonder saturating his words. “I thought it would be red.”

The string of fate- the line that is supposed to draw Nancy to her soulmate, her other half- is wrapped firmly around Ace’s left hand. It flickers briefly before settling into a more solid form.

Couldn’t get this lovely image from @gernades‘sSoulmates AU ficlet out of my head.