Soulmate Meme ;

[engagements]

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:

Comments

4 - 5

[caelus]

[he'd hardly had time to process the fact that he was in the 24th century, much less anything else. apparently, this timeline was not the one he came from, and his own personal history was confusing at best. it had been weeks since he'd first arrived, and he'd donned civilian clothes for the most part when he traveled around the station.

it was strange, though. he had seen bashir when he first arrived, he was the doctor who took care of him, but nothing had happened. at least not until he'd woken up for the second time, and julian's face swam into view. he'd spent most of his life seeing in monochrome, and he'd gotten used to it. he'd nearly rolled himself off the biobed in shock when, after a bout of sharp pain in his head, everything (literally everything) was in bright color again.

he handled it with decidedly less grace than his usual, and spent the next two weeks avoiding dr. bashir. not to mention avoiding what he's dubbed as his fan club.

so, today, he's found himself in a little nook that he's found for himself, a book (one he'd managed to barter for) in his lap as he watched the stars.]

[asklepian]

[Julian had long since gotten used to the idea that he'd always see in faded, muted color--not properly black and white, it never had been, and he supposed he had his augmentations to thank for that. Just one more thing to pretend wasn't happening. If someone asked for the light blue mug, pass the light green one instead, oh I'm so sorry I couldn't tell the difference...things such as that.

At any rate, he'd accepted it. It was likely that when his genetics had been tampered with, it had done something that rendered him incapable of finding a true soulmate, and he'd gotten some slight color vision in recompense. Or that was what he'd thought, at least.

The first thing he'd seen in full, striking color, had been the eyes of a man who shouldn't even be in this timeline.

He wondered what would happen when Chief O'Brien determined what had caused the wormhole to spit him out here, and he and his crewman were sent back--the uncertainty, and the fact that Kirk had been avoiding him, not even wanting to talk about it, made sure that Julian avoided the displaced Captain just as much as he seemed to be avoiding him.

At least until Jadzia got involved and said that if Julian didn't go talk to him, she was going to lock them in a cargo bay until they did.

He knew she'd do it, too. He supposed that's what he got for telling her. But the idea of approaching made him terribly nervous, so he was standing just out of sight, fretting. What was he supposed to say?

And then he felt a hard shove, right between his shoulder blades, the hand the right size and warmth to be Jadzia's, and he was going to put something unpleasant in her raktajino--but for now he was stumbling forward, into Kirk's--Jim's--line of sight, nearly tripping over his own feet.]

[caelus]

[jim had long since stopped reading, though his hand still rested on the pages in order to keep the book propped open where he was. he was lost in his thoughts, like most days, and he wondered how his crew were doing. technically, they were all dead (except maybe spock), but wasn't there some principle that said that it was always sort of happening no matter where you were?

maybe he was making things up to soothe his frazzled nerves.

he was about to call it quits, take his book, and shuffle back to his temporary quarters after checking on his crewman, but then julian was stumbling into the area over his feet. he found himself getting up before he could stop himself, and reaching out to grab for his arm to steady him. his book tumbled to the floor in the process.]

Dr. Bashir---hey, are you---[he stopped, breath catching briefly at the realization that he was so close, actually touching him, and god, why the hell was he feeling like a kid with his first crush? he'd been attracted to plenty of people in his time. he was kind of known for that.]--you okay?

[asklepian]

[Julian recoils, gains his footing back, shoots an absolutely murderous look back over his shoulder towards Jadzia, who's just giving him a thumbs up--she had to have picked up that gesture from a human, sometime in the past, her or Dax itself--and shooing motions.

Julian nervously straightens his uniform. He's got as much of a reputation as Kirk does, hell, he'd purposely cultivated it. But he feels completely out of his element here.]

Yes, yes...I'm perfectly fine.

[Embarrassed, but fine.]

[caelus]

[he doesn't miss the glare back the way julian had come, and it doesn't take a genius to realize that this was probably set up. still, maybe best not to bring that up. maybe?

he pulls his hands back a little as the other man straightens his uniform.]

Good. That---uh, was almost bad.

[he pats his shoulder, and turns to retrieve his book from the floor. he carefully smooths out the pages that had been a little rumpled, and closes it.]

[asklepian]

[You boys were doing a spectacular job of avoiding one another, someone had to eventually take matters into their own hands.

Julian looks back up at the pat on the shoulder, and is once more struck by just how blue his eyes are.]

Erm. I suppose it was. Your book didn't get banged up too badly, did it?

[Julian knows the value of paper books, they're so incredibly rare anymore.]

I'm sorry about that, really I am.

[caelus]

No, it's fine. It's just a page, it'll fold out easy enough.

[he chuckles at the apology.]

Really, it's okay.

[asklepian]

[Julian is as awkward as he is brilliant, okay. His intelligence didn't come with matching social skills.

He smiles, fleetingly, nervous like he's never been before in a situation where he's with someone he likes, who's attactive, smart, funny...granted they hadn't talked much because it's been wholly uncomfortable but what interaction they have had...well. Julian had always heard that it sort of hit you like lightning, and he had to agree with that assessment.

Damn. He's falling hard. This is going to go nothing but badly.]

Ah, good.

[Seemingly convinced this is going nowhere fast, a Bajoran fruit that looks rather like a pebbly apple comes flying at Julian's head--lobbed by Jadzia.]

Hey!

[caelus]

[jim thinks that's pretty damn adorable, if he's being honest. he's heard a few things, the couple of times he's been brave enough to talk to any of his fan club, and wasn't brave enough to approach the doctor himself.

he still feels way out of his element here, standing in the other man's personal space and ---it's just really strange, okay? he never counted on anything like this ever happening.]

Yeah, so, uh, don't worry abou---Hey!.

[said just a second or two after the fruit was lobbed in julian's direction. jim may not have expected company, but he also didn't expect it to come with its own mini-warzone. he acts before he thinks and grabs julian's hand (his other still holding the book), and tugs him towards the other exit.]

Come on, before I have to come up with some daring story of a battle against the exotic fruits of wherever that's from to explain why the doctor ended up in sickbay.

[no, he's not letting go. at least not until they get out of there and somewhere they aren't going to be attacked by flying fruit.]