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soulmate meme ;

soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;

1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;

1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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[everybody knows about it. well, everybody on earth anyways. they know that when you meet your soulmate the world goes from these dull, grayish hues to vibrant color. like that old earth movie the wizard of oz, apparently. jim wouldn't know, he'd never met his soulmate, and casual hookups tend to be his area of expertise.

but then pike and the academy happened and he's getting ready to run around the universe in a starship (still gonna be a captain in three, mind). but there's this test, and it gets under his skin. nobody can beat it. it was made up by some former cadet who's a commander now. jim doesn't really care. it's the unbeatable part that irks him. so he finds a way, through a girl, and installs a subroutine that makes it beatable.

he feels like pretty hot shit, until they are calling a board to talk about cheating and then jim is calling up his accuser to face him.

he's not even moving and he feels like he's going to fall over. the world shifts, literally shifts, and everything that he's ever seen in the normal, dull tones of life is bright and blinding. he rocks on his feet, cause he sees bones give him a worried face out of the corner of his eye, but he ignores this. like hell. this guy? this pointy eared son of a bitch? no. no. jim didn't see anything. he doesn't see anything.

he's going to pretend this never happened.

only life would hardly have it that way and things go to hell in a lot of ways pretty quick. vulcan. nero. earth. everything. they don't talk about it. jim isn't even sure if it works that way for vulcans. so he just keeps his mouth shut.

things are going pretty great, minus screwing up things with the prime directive. losing his ship. losing the closest thing he had to a father. fighting against a superhuman psycho and a maniac of an admiral that wanted to start an interstellar war with the klingons.

did jim mention he died? yeah, that happened too.

but things are great outside of all that. his ship is getting ready for it's first segue into its five year mission, and spock (still a pointy eared bastard but jim is pretty sure he loves him in a not soulmatey kinda way because it isn't cute the way he saw the tips of his ears go green once cause he's pretty sure he was embarrass---he's just gonna stop now) is his first officer.

things are peachy. which is why he spends most of his time alone. burden of command, he argues to himself. he hasn't even told bones, his best friend, that he found the other half of him. bones---would laugh him out of the room if he found out who it was. jim might be inclined to help him laugh himself out an airlock.

jim spends nights that he isn't pouring over reports with his first officer, on the viewing deck. he still can't get over the fact of how everything looks now and years have passed. maybe he'll never get used to it. he hopes not.]

( it doesn't work that way for vulcans. or at least, it isn't supposed to. being half human, spock is different, a fact his parents discovered when he was just three and he nearly failed a color differentiation test. vulcans naturally have heightened eyesight, are able to see colors of the spectrum humans cannot. amanda speculated his lacking vision was due to his human blood, that he was meant to find his soulmate someday. sarek frowned when she told him such things, but he never corrected her or tried to tell spock otherwise.

despite amanda's (admittedly romanticized) stories, spock grew up skeptical. for vulcans, soulmates were a legend, bonds between warriors that supposedly occurred before the time of surak. he wasn't actively looking for his soulmate anyway, too focused on improving in his studies and attempting to impress and then later pass his peers. it was the same at the academy.

until it suddenly wasn't.

spock's world went from dull to vibrant not the day of the board meeting but the day he watched him perform the kobayashi maru for the third time. even through glass, in a completely different room his vision went from muted tones to vibrant hues that made him blink rapidly as he adjusted to the abrupt, unexpected change. it took him five seconds to decide he had no desire to act upon the knowledge of who his soulmate was, and that was that.

except it isn't.

opinions change with the gathering of information and experience, and on the brink of their foray into starfleet's first ever five year mission, spock can't stop wondering if he made a mistake. when jim died, his vision had dulled again, color leached out of the world as if he'd taken it all with him. it wasn't until jim opened his eyes two weeks later that the vibrancy came rushing back in — and spock realized he couldn't be with nyota, that it wasn't fair to her when he knew she wasn't his soulmate, and that she might find hers someday. they parted amicably, still friends.

that night, he can't sleep, mind too fixated on what-ifs and maybes regardless of his many attempts to meditate, and he finds himself stepping onto the viewing deck only to pause when he spots jim's form. there's a quick internal debate regarding whether or not he should stay. he ends up stepping further in, arms held behind his back. )

Jim. I hope I am not intruding.

[jim is sitting on one of the small, cushioned benches, a book (an actual book) held in his lap and open, but his eyes are up to watch the stars.

human stories, they don't really go into what happens when one soulmate dies. jim knows about it, course he does, his mom had lost his dad the day he was born. she used to tell him fantastic stories of the way things looked before she lost him and met frank. frank, a man of whom jim was not a fan at all, was good to her she argued, but didn't change the way she saw the world.

jim tries not to think about having died. it still makes him sick, remembering that last handful of moments in engineering. of how he felt like his heart was getting torn out of his chest with bare centimeters of glass between his hand and spocks. so much to say and he couldn't bite out any of it. it's just best not to think on. yeah.

he doesn't hear any approaching steps until spock is already there, and he startles, only slightly, away from his own internalized musings. his eyes land on spock and he grins.]

Spock, nah. I couldn't sleep so I drug this old thing up here with me to read.

( he hadn't meant to startle jim, but he tends to do that a lot anyway, being too quiet and 'cat-like' as the human insists on describing his movements. dark eyes drop to the book that's open in his lap and spock tilts his head. he sees so few real books and the fact that jim has one is just another intriguing fact he adds to his catalogue. (yes, he has a catalogue of people in which he keeps track of their habits, likes, dislikes and general information. all mental, of course.) when he looks back to jim's face, to his eyes, he has to consciously regulate his heartbeat, keep it from skipping into a faster rhythm. before jim, what did he think blue looked like? certainly nothing as deep or bright or ever changing and illuminating as his eyes. )

And yet you were looking at the stars instead of reading.

( there's something soft in his voice, something that wasn't there until he came to terms with the fact that jim had more far layers than he could count. not that that would ever stop him from trying, of course. )

[jim has pretty much gotten used to the fact that spock will always, probably, more than likely startle him. jim likes books. he likes antiques, he's got a whole lot of things like this in his apartment back on earth. his quarters on the ship is a lot more---sparsely decorated. bones snorts at him whenever he drops by and sees another dusty old relic.

he ducks his head at that, nodding, but the grin doesn't falter.]

Guilty as charged. Old habits, I guess. Whenever I couldn't sleep as a kid, I'd climb out onto my roof to watch the sky. [jim nods his head over to the space next to him.]

You wanna sit?

The view is tempting.

( particularly now that he can see it in full color. the thought makes him hesitate when jim nods at the space next to him, but it's barely long enough to be noticeable before he's moving closer and sitting down with an almost feline grace. he folds his hands in front himself, comfortable despite his ramrod straight posture. )

Climbing onto a roof to watch the sky seems dangerous.

Yeah, that it is.

[jim has always been kind of in awe of the way spock carries himself. it's almost regal. wholly unlike the general slouch of jim's. he chuckles when spock comments.]

Well, if that was the most dangerous thing I did as a kid? I'm pretty sure my ma would've been happy.

( that earns a raise of one elegantly slanted eyebrow. spock knows jim to be reckless, something of an adrenaline junkie. discovering he was much the same as a child doesn't come as a surprise. )

I did not need to climb onto anything to watch the sky as a child. We had a terrace where I could sit. ( there's a pause, a moment of deliberation before he continues. ) My mother grew flowers there. ( it's a rare offering of personal information, particularly considering how infrequently he chooses to talk about the deceased lady amanda. )

[he can't help but chuckle at the eyebrow. he's come to expect that sort of reaction by now. his grin nearly falters, because spock doesn't talk about his mother often, if at all, but---he feels honored that he'd share something like that.]

Sounds nice. [he shuts the book in his lap, and sets it aside in lieu of continuing their conversation.] I'll bet it was beautiful.

( when jim closes and sets the book aside, spock can't help but not the title. it's an old terran classic, one he's read himself. )

Indeed. She had several hybrids from Earth, including roses.

[charles dickens. he has a soft spot.]

Wow. I, uh, had a bunch of farmland to stare at. Crops mostly. Guess I couldn't help but have my head up in the clouds for a while there.

( spock tilts his head ever so slightly again, seeming to consider jim's words. mainly if they have another meaning. humans are known to speak in riddles and layers, and he hasn't quite got the hang of interpreting them yet but he'd like to think he's getting better. )

Vulcan did not have much farmland.

( being a desert planet, that's probably not surprising. )

I'm sure it had some pretty amazing stuff though. Even flowers bloom in the desert.

[of course it's rare, and usually doesn't last long. jim wishes he'd been able to actually see it. you can't catch a lot of detail in free-fall. now, unfortunately, there wasn't a chance to see it.

it's been years, but it is still hard to think about. the fact that an entire planet is just gone. he can't imagine what it feels like for spock. he lost both his mother and his planet on the same day.]

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