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A large part of the Cathedral was burning to a crisp all around him as he started to choke into a sob from all the smoke and fumes. All he could do was lie with the heat and let the flames of his own undoing take him.
All until, he felt the freezing, cool air dry his blooded stains garments with a sudden small pop erased crackling flames. Dolph was somehow laying on the a small hill a mile away from the flames. He saw what remained of the church from a mile away. A figure approached him from his peripheral.
The hooded figure stepped into the moonlight to reveal himself as stocky frogman.
People of Eden are born with their soulmate's name written their arm. Dolph remembered his soulmate had the strangest name he's ever seen.
Ouaouaron
But it used to be the little one's favorite tongue twister, "Oowah...oowah...ron". He couldn't begin to pronounce it but he used to whisper it to himself.
He hoped this strange person would come save him some day when he was at his loneliest in the Cathedral. He feared it was one of priests but thankfully that was the least of his worries.
As War hit around the same time, and the spoils took his arm with it. Now, he thinks 'Oua' died years ago and soulmates were all some child's fantasy for someone more privileged. It didn't matter anymore, Dolph is a vessel of God.
Dolph is meant to lure the Brotherhood by any means necessary.
डॉल्फ
"Sl-muhh...Simon"
Whatever was on Bullfrog’s forearm was completely indecipherable to any one he came across. The lines must have been a completely different Lexigraph. And for an unknown reason the lines have faded from his arm years ago.
Losing 'Simon' would have devastated him but Bullfrog has seen his mysterious lover all of his life. For he was miraculously blessed with a gift. Visions of seeing him, ...or least glimpses of him, or even what he's going through internally?
Bullfrog would get visions of pure lost eyes forming into one cold piercing eye, a looming figure sometimes. Though he couldn't complain about the rather sultry positions, cloth leaving little to imagine draping over a toned muscle. It must have been compensation for losing his soulmate mark. He lifts a hand to touch him and the bubble pops.
Bullfrog really didn't know what to make of everything all together but he knew he had to find him one day.