(Um so, I've returned… sorry lol. I had an unexpected hiatus, but things should be back to normal, so I should be active again.)
Arther gave James one last glance before turning around and slowly walking back to his office. So much was running through his head. He looked at his hands with pure confusion. How could that have happened, and why did it have to be now?
(hey!! Oof don't worry about it)
James looked down at his glowing wrists, and closed his eyes. "God damnit." He muttered, accent thickening more than usual. "Goh' bloh'y damnit!" How could this be happening? He was a prisoner of the bloody Nazis, and now his soulmate was one too?? This couldn't be real.
(Thanks!)
Arther reached to the doorknob to his office. His glowing hands were slightly shaking out of worry and confusion. He shook his head and went into the building. Going right to his desk, he sat down and lied his head on the desk. Maybe fate made a mistake, this was just a one-time thing and it was not going to show up in the morning. He ended trying to convince himself that was the case.
(np!)
James shook his head vigorously. This couldn't be happening. "Goh. Bloh'y. Damnit!!" He shouted, then immediately shut up when someone slammed on the door to his cell, jabbering at him in German. "Shut yer bloh'y trap, ya bleeding bugger!" He snarled back at the German.