Ehehehehehe. I feel like it's a little too revealing of my tics as a writer to mainline all my stories back-to-back the way you did - you're discovering my OH-SO-SECRET penchant for borderline-melodramatic angst ending in either alienated moping or cuddling.

Totally chicken soup. It's curtain!fic in a freakin cottage in the fairytale forest.

Soulmate = CANON CANON CANON. Not like I could resist using that one.