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thestagthatlovedthewolf · 7 years

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HI, @notquiteandrea!!!! It’s finally here!!! I finally wrote it!!! Can you believe it... This definitely goes out to you!!! Thank you so much for spending the summer talking The Office and Dwangela with me, and for sharing crazy theories and thoughs. Dlso this goes as a super super delayed birthday present and less late, but still delayedlate engagement present!!!

I hope you like it and it works :) It was rather hard to find their voices, but feel free to always prompt me something :)

Angela was a six year old girl when she discovered about what soulmates marks were. She was asked about it by her classmates who were showing off the names on their own body; when she came home, she asked her Mother and she told her how ungodly this things were.

It brought shame to her family the thought that their daughter had a mark on her body, right in the middle of her back. Since it was on her back, Angela could never read the name, and no one ever told her, and soon she learned to always keep it covered and hidden, trying to prove herself worthy of God and to be loved and protected by Him.

So Angela never searched for a soulmate, she needed a good husband like every other woman in her family should. But even if she met her soulmate, she couldn’t know she had, when the name on her back had not once been revealed to her. So she didn’t know who he was when she was introduced to him.

It was a different case for him. The soulmate mark wasn’t a shame, but it was very rare in the family and they sure weren’t a priority – if you could marry your soulmate, good, but it was more important to be practical in a marriage – marry someone of good blood, that would be a good addition to their farm and family. But he still kept his eyes out there, but the name of his soulmate wasn’t as uncommon as his, so no matter how many Angelas he met, none had reacted.

When he met his soulmate, she didn’t react either, she had never known that her soulmate’s name was Dwight. But Dwight still kept his attention up around any Angelas and that was how it was with his new coworker.

She was a small woman. Short, skinny, her hips were certainly not big enough to birth Schrute babies, but she worked well – she didn’t spend her time goofing around like Jim and the new receptionist – and she was responsible and reliable.

Dwight was enchanted by her, but she didn’t react. She would have reacted if she had the name, if she was his soulmate. So Dwight never acted on anything, he came to work every day and sold more paper than anyone else in the office. And then something happened, it wasn’t on purpose but during the same week, Dwight stayed in the office late two nights, and Angela kept him company; as dinner time came, they sat with each other and it was rather easy to talk to her, even if it started to only be about their jobs, it then moved to animals (Dwight learned early enough not to mention the process of butchering those same animals).

Those two nights ended up not being the only ones they spent alone. Once a month, at least, Angela would have to stay late, to go over the books – Dwight learned that she didn’t fully trust the work of the other accountants. And things evolved slowly, besides sharing conversation, they would do little things for each other, Dwight would change the thermostat when he noticed her pulling her jacket on, or they would buy something for each other when they went to the vending machine – they soon learned that they both liked the Baby Ruth bars and they would always get an extra one for another.

In a few months, those things moved from being a night thing to a during the day thing as well. And then at night they started kissing, one kiss at first (Dwight didn’t realize at first but there was a tingling on his leg, that he passed off as being tired). The kiss started simpler and then bigger and deeper and longer, until it culminated on the surprise party for Michael that Jim threw (Dwight should have known to throw that party first).

The lights were out. Angela wouldn’t do it with the lights on that wasn’t proper, so she didn’t notice her name on Dwight’s leg. Dwight felt the bandage on her back under her bra, but he didn’t ask her about it, fearing that would be too personal.

Two weeks passed and they were still meeting in secret. Every few days, they would take each other’s car to one of their houses; they even started talking at work, discreetly of course. After another two weeks, Dwight finally questioned her about the bandage, worried that she was seriously hurt, and then she answered and things changed.

“It’s nothing…”

“Are you hurt?”

“In a way. But I’ve been doing my penance.”

“What do you mean?” Dwight asked, confused, turning to look at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you. I’m unclean.”

“You’re quite clean, Angela, you smell like citrus. But you can use my tub if you want.”

“I don’t mean that, and I’ll go home to shower in the morning – your soap doesn’t agree with my skin – allergies, you know that,” she said, even smiling a bit, “My soul is tainted – I’ve tried to make up for it but I’m not sure.”

“Angela… what does that mean?”

“My skin was marked when I was born.”

What?! Could she be?

“What does it say, Angela?”

“I’ve never read it, Dwight!!” she complained affronted, pulling back and for her blouse to cover her back. “It’s a sin.”

“It’s not a sin, Angela. And I have one,” he said, and he immediately continued, “it’s Angela.”

“What?” she was scared and this couldn’t be happening. Dwight after pulling on his underwear – white kickers – showed her the top of his leg. “Is it me?” she asked. Angela pulled on her clothes slowly, not being able to dress on her first try, and in a very not-Angela-like-fashion, she mumbled over what she did.

Dwight didn’t answer. He didn’t know the answer. He thought it was a no, but now if she never knew the name before...

“I need to go…” she whispered, before disappearing out of his room and down the stairs and out of the farm. Angela didn’t drive home at that, she drove to her church, needing to pray, because right now, she wanted to look at her back for the first time in a long time.

Dwight didn’t sleep any more that night. He went outside, looking over his beets and making sure they were the best on this side of the hemisphere could produce, before working on the rest of the farm.

The next day, or better later on that same day, Angela didn’t show up to work. And Angela didn’t take sick days. In the years she had been working at Dunder Mifflin, she had only taken a few sick days once and that was only when her mother had been sick – Dwight had checked and it had been true.

Angela hadn’t seemed sick yesterday, neither during the day or when she left him. Dwight pondered if he should talk with Michael, but he decided not to – he wondered if that was fair, or if it was only based on his personal feelings.

Dwight ended up spending more time than he should thinking about Angela and where she was. Every time he went to the common room, he had the intention to get something out the vending machine for her. So that day, he couldn’t wait to leave the office and drive up to her house.

He knocked on her door and called for her; his worries about being found by others forgotten, the need to check on Angela overpowering him. He could be her soulmate if she let him, the thought of her never knowing who her soulmate was, of never looking. They may have lost years together. Angela sure wasn’t the ideal woman, but she had good morals and Dwight couldn’t deny he liked her.

Angela didn’t come to the door. But Dwight knew how to get in – he had warned her that her house was too easy to get in – he went around the back and with a paper clip he opened her window and climbed in. He was in her living room and he searched for her in the usual places and in her room he found her – she was sleeping on top of her covers, her eyes were red and she had The Bible next to her.

Dwight wanted to go forward and take a peak of her back, pull the bandage off; but Angela would probably consider than an invasion of privacy, so he didn’t do it (she would probably already complain about him coming in through the window).

Instead of touching her, he picked up the Bible – he had read parts of it when he was younger, his family believe parts of it, but not all. There were passages underlined and he read them over and over, they were the ones that people supposed referenced the marks.

But Angela didn’t have all those referenced quotes underlined, only the ones that seemed to talk about soulmate marks as impure and dirty. So Dwight had a mission now.

Dwight took off, he started going for the window, before turning back to the door. He went to the closest bookstore in Scranton and asked for the Bible, and then went back to the office, using his (non-official) spare key to open the office. He went to his table and turning on the internet the computer, he started on working.

It was well into dawn when he got it done and he honestly pondered about just staying and sleeping at the office, but instead went home for a few hours, after putting the new Bible on Angela’s desk, under papers, so Oscar and Kevin would not find it, but he was sure that she would.

After less than the doctor-advised sleeping hours (not that it mattered what doctors said), he came to the office, early as ever, wanting to see Angela as he got in. He observed her the entire day, but she gave no sign of having found the Bible or that he was in the office with her.

Angela found the Bible first thing in the morning. She had been distracted since she was pretty sure someone broke into her house, but she recognized the book anywhere, it wasn’t hers she knew. Angela dropped into her bag, knowing she couldn’t be reading during work hours. She pretended to have forgotten about it the entire day, but it was burning a hole in her bag and when she got to her car she opened it and she immediately noticed the underline passages in red.

Angela couldn’t wait; she pulled her legs up and read each one of the passages, and with tears in her eyes, she finished it when it was already dark outside. And sadly Dwight had been too distracted to notice that she was still there.

She went home and sat at her table with both Bibles in hand – two visions of soulmate marks; and she was more confused than ever. She couldn’t make sense of the words and what God wanted of her, so she went to the only good place for answers.

The priest was still there when she came in, and he greeted her by name, inviting her in to his office.

“Have you thought about your dilemma, Ms Martin?”

“I got a second copy of the Bible with other passages underlined, none of the ones my mom and priest back home talked to me about.”

“The Bible can be read in many different ways.”

“But how do I know which is right?”

“I can’t tell you, Angela. It’s your read of the book – your interpretation of His words.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come to my sermon this Sunday.”

Angela then waited for the sermon, but until the weekend, she looked over the words underlined over and over and didn’t let herself be caught looking at Dwight. Every time she showered she wanted to look to what was under the bandage, it burned her skin all day, calling her name, but she didn’t give in, knowing it was dangerous.

Dwight tried to talk to Angela but she didn’t let him. He could never catch her alone, she wouldn’t even answer his calls; she even sent Kevin on her place when he said he needed the help of an accountant. She didn’t even catch her eyes in meetings like she normally did – there was nothing, just emptiness… And Dwight finally wondered if he had been right in pushing her (would have Starbuck pushed? She definitely would have, he concluded).

The weekend came and with work done, he focused on working on the farm and rewatching his favorite Battlestar Galactica episodes, wishing that in some way he and Angela could be like Laura and Adama – those two would be together by the end. Time passed and he had no notion of hours, besides counting how many episodes he had and the sun coming down outside.

And then the door bell rang. Dwight almost didn’t want to get up, but he knew Mose wouldn’t open the door, he was recently scared of the doorbell sound. Thankfully he was the one who went to the door, because Angela was on the other side – she looked even smaller than normally.

“Angela…”

“I need you to read my back. Now.”

“Angela…”

“I really don’t know this, Dwight. I just don’t. I’ve been to church every day this week. And I don’t know. But for the first time I’m questioning what I was taught, so I need to know.”

“Come in,” he told her. Angela already knew her way around the house and got into his room upstairs.

Dwight waited at the door of his own room, with her standing in the middle, he waited for a sign to step forward, and he got one when she started unbuttoning his jacket. He closed the door behind her and waited, she had never taken her clothes in front of him, it was always done in the dark and in expectation for something more.

Her jacket came off and with her back to him, she took off her blouse and then finally her bra, which closed on top of her bandage.

“Can you?” she asked, looking over her shoulder, and he closed the distance. And he pulled the bandage off carefully, afraid of what was behind it – it was Pandora’s box. And then there it was, the six letters than made his name – it could be another Dwight, but he doubted it.

“What does it say?” she asked, not looking at him.

“Dwight… It’s my name, Angela.” And she broke down at that, her head was miles an hour and she couldn’t – she didn’t know how to handle this.

“Angela, are you okay?” he called for her, but she didn’t answer. “Angela, Monkey,” he said and noticed that she was lost on the bed, she hadn’t passed out, but she was on the verge of it. “I’ll get you my aunt’s tea,” he said disappearing to the kitchen.

He was quick and soon he was back with a mug which he gave her, the smell overtook her and she finally spoke.

“There’s blood in this, isn’t it?”

“Pig’s blood – it’s good for--”

“Dwight,” she said exasperated, but also with a small laugh behind it – she was used to his antics by now. She was still turned to him, with his name flashing at him, and he finally got her shirt to cover herself.

Angela now dressed, in her pants and his shirt sat on the bed, looking at him, waiting for something. She looked even smaller than normal, and he just didn’t want to push her away or scare her way.

“Angela…”

“I really don’t know anything, D. I don’t know what this means… you’re my… soulmate… and I don’t know what that means.”

“Okay. The dictionary--”

“Dwight, no!! I know what it means. I don’t know what it means to me and God.”

“What do you want to do now then?”

“Come and join me,” she told him. Dwight opted to join her instead of going back to the Cylons downstairs, and once again he wasn’t sure about what to say. No words were needed then, Angela pulled herself closer to him, resting her head on his belly, before falling asleep, exhausted after a week of barely sleeping.

Dwight pulled a book from his bedside table, but he couldn’t properly focus on the words, only hoping that his Monkey would find peace with the words on her body.

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