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the soulmate meme

The Soulmate Meme

A soulmate (or soul mate) is believed by some to be the person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity, similarity, love, sex, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, or compatibility.
In our world, the concept of soulmates is quaint, but frankly antiquidated. But somewhere out there, in the vast cosmos, there is a world that still values this tradition. No, not just values. Society is practically built around it. After all, they've found the powers of the soulmates. When they're together, both halves of the whole can find a peace that is desired by all; not only that, either, but also the two can unlock the. Everyone is believed to have a soulmate, and those who have yet to find there's a sense of emptiness that cannot be filled by other distractions. There are few limits on who can be destined for each other. The fates have often chosen people completely opposite of each other, some even on opposing sides or factions. Attraction between soulmates is instantaneous upon the first meeting, though relationship styles can very. It's almost always romantic, but sometimes not sexual, despite that usually being the case. Some even say that procreation can only be done by soulmates, but that's only a rumor and highly untested. Yet this bond is not always sunlight and rainbows. You'll practically feel each other emotions

The problem, of course, comes in finding one (if you even want to at all, as some rebel against the system as much as they can). How many people are out there, and what's the probability of finding them in a lifetime? What if they're not in the same country or even the same planet! There's also the dilemma of having only one soulmate. Though people can have plenty of lovers, those in this world can only find true satisfaction from their other half.

It's a twisted and difficult web, and sometimes unmatched people can face prejudice from those around them and the established order, but finding that one special person is said to trump all of that.

HOW TO PLAY:
1. Comment with your character
2. Reply around, using whatever option you want OR the RNG.
3. Play out some threads. Be soulmates, friends, other lovers, etc.

Prompts

1. First Meeting: You'll feel the spark almost on first sight. Yes, he's not your type. No, she's is a villain and your a hero. It doesn't matter. You can't chose these things.
2. Not Accepting: No, this person can't be it! They're so...so not what you've expected!
3. We Belong Together: You've decided to come together, like it's intended, and you're reaping the benefits.
4. Like Ships in the Night: The obligatory sex option. The two of you are cementing your bond in the most traditional of ways, and you'll soon learn that sex with others can't compare to sex with someone who's completely yours.
5. Stronger as Two: In battle or in life, the two of you combined are unstoppable.
6. There's Someone Else You've met your soulmate...but you're with someone else. Now that you know your other half is out there for sure, can you keep that up?
7. Love Will Tear Us Apart: Someone is hurting one half of the pair, and it's bringing pain to both of you. Maybe you can protect or save the other.
8. Not Fortune's Fool: You're flying solo. You have no intention of becoming a matched pair. Forget about what anybody else says, just focus on you.
9. Soulmates Never Die: Except when they do. Somehow, yours has passed on or is dying in your arms, leaving you alone in the world. How do you feel?
10. WILDCARD: Choose your own.

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(ooc: So, I rolled a 6. Is there anything specific you want to try?)

[ooc: hmmm ... ouat au? he's with his princess but he wants to try some lycanthrope?]

(ooc: walking on the edge, bones? :) that sounds perfect. would you like to start, or would you like me to?)

It had started out in a totally innocent way. Leonard hadn't wanted to go back to the house straight away, so instead he'd gone to the diner to get a cup of coffee and a quick bite to eat.

And that was when he'd noticed the gorgeous waitress.

...and he kept coming back, and kept coming back, and one day he'd finally said to the waitress, "Hi, I'm Leonard."

It hadn't gone to anything physical yet, but the tension hung heavily between them, and Leonard felt like he was cheating anyway, even without having touched her.

He settled in to what had become 'his' booth and searched the back for Ruby, picking up his newspaper absently.

Repeat customers were nothing new at Granny's diner. In a small town like this, it really was how they made their living. Strangers, however, were a whole other matter entirely. Despite being quaint and picturesque, Storybrooke wasn't known for it's tourist trade, and it was even less common for those so called tourists to stick around.

Ruby was well known throughout the town as a flirt, if only because it was one of the few things that she truly felt like she was any good at. Sometimes they would flirt back, sometimes they wouldn't, but it almost always garnered her a bigger tip than the rest of the girls. Of course, the shorts and cropped shirts even in the most inappropriate weather probably didn't hurt.

But with this mean, Leonard he'd finally introduced himself as, she found herself hoping he would flirt back. Looking forward to his visits a little more every day and, whether he sat in her section or not, she always made sure that she was his waitress, if only to get to spend a little more time around him. She wasn't oblivious to that ring on his finger, but talking...flirting...that was harmless, right?

In the back filling up the ketchup dispensers when he came in, she knew as soon as that bell went off over the door who had come in, and she had to force herself to finish her actual job, and not just run out front. Thankfully by now, most of the other girls had taken the hint, and left him alone. When she finally did approach his table, more eager now than she had been all day, it was all swaying hips and bright smiles. Totally innocent.

"You just can't stay away, can you?"

He stopped pretending to read his newspaper when Ruby approached and tilted his head to her in greeting, trying to act like his heart hadn't just sped up a few beats, and that he wasn't watching the way her hips swayed in those tiny shorts.

"Best coffee in town. There must be something secret you put in it."

"Well we've got to do something to keep people coming back, don't we?" Scarlet lips stretching into a broad grin, in a better mood now that she had been since waking up, she leaned in closer to him without thinking twice, lowering her voice to a near whisper. "But don't tell anybody, that's our little secret."

That nearness was a mistake, though. From this distance, she was certain he'd be able to hear her heart beating, racing erratically in her chest. Clearing her throat softly, she straightened just as a faint blush started rising in her cheeks. "I'll just go get that for you, then."

Leonard cleared his throat too, picking up his newspaper with suddenly nerveless fingers, feeling heat rushing over his cheeks and neck as well. Goddammit, here he was, thirty-two years old and blushing like a girl on prom night.

"Um, yeah, thanks. Room for cream."

(Luckily -or maybe unluckily, she could use a few more moments to calm herself back down- she had just brewed a fresh pot, so it only took her a seconds before she was headed back to her table. Affecting an air of confidence that she didn't quite feel as she set the mug down in front of him)

So, can I get you anything else? I can come back if you need more time.

"No, yeah, this is fine." McCoy took a sip of the coffee, wincing a little at the heat of it. He blinked a few times, then held it up to her. "Fresh brewed?"

"As fresh as it gets, yes." Confidence slipping, she reached for the cup with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry, I totally should have warned you." Granny might actually kill her if she knew. "How bad?"

"Oh, no, it's fine." Realizing that what he'd meant as a toast was being interpreted as trying to give the mug back, Leonard lowered the cup awkwardly, feeling his cheeks heating slightly. "It's just, um. You know. Really hot."

Like you, his brain added cheerfully, and he chased that away.

Relaxing somewhat when she realized he wasn't actually upset about the coffee (it isn't as if he'd be the first, after all). A grin making it's way onto her lips, she shifted slightly, one hand resting on her hip.

"You know, you're kind of adorable when you blush like that." Every now and then her mouth managed to move faster than a brain. This? This would be one of those times.

"What?" Blushing? Shit. Is he blushing? ...yeah, that's heat on his cheeks. He's blushing like a schoolgirl because a pretty girl gave him some coffee. Great. Awesome. He scowls at her, though he's so flustered it loses some of its edge. "I'm not adorable. I'm never adorable."

She can't help thinking adorable is actually the perfect word, even when he's trying to look all serious. Or maybe especially because he's trying to look all serious. Barely stifling a laugh, she wiped non-existant crumb off the table, a pathetic excuse to let her stay there for just a moment longer. "You are, actually. But don't worry, I won't tell anybody. Can't have you losing your edge on account of me."

He tried to deepen his scowl, make himself look more menacing and badass, but the blush still covering his cheeks didn't help in the least. "Thanks," he said, sarcastically. "I'd hate for my patients to lose respect for me because they heard a pretty girl call me 'adorable.'"

...wait. Crap. He'd said that part aloud. Goddammit.

He was married. He was married to a woman Ruby had never actually met but who was, nonetheless, probably very nice. This was what she kept telling herself over and over. An effort to slow her heart, which seemed to be beating at twice it's usual speed. Something she would never quite understand. Guys had called her pretty before. Granted it was usually said mid-makeout while they were trying to get into her pants, but still....

Teeth pulling at her lower lip, one brow arched slowly and her voice lowered. After all, this wasn't necessarily something the entire diner needed to be able to hear. "You think I'm pretty, huh?"

Leonard didn't look at her, focusing on his coffee instead, taking another sip as it cooled a little bit more.

"Yeah, well." He tried to sound grouchy. "You are. It's just a thing."

Feeling a little of that old confidence returning to herself, knowing what he thought of her certainly helped, she pulled a chair up to sit directly beside him. Something Granny would doubt chew her out for in the not so distant future. But for right now, she wasn't quite ready to leave.

Lips quirked up into a devious little smirk, one long leg crossed over the other as she searched his face. "So why do you sound so upset about that?"

Leonard still didn't look at her, even as she sank into the seat across from him and - oh, God, she was crossing her legs and Jesus H they were about ten miles long and perfectly shaped.

"It's not exactly an acceptable thing for married men to tell other women they're pretty."

And there it was again. He's married. With the ring on his finger and everything, she can it from here without even looking. But that doesn't stop her from shifting in her seat, that smirk melting off her face as she plasters on her very best, most innocent expression.

"It's not a crime to think another girl's pretty, is it? It's not like you did anything....inappropriate."

"No, I guess not." He looked up at her, finally, just after the smirk disappeared and as the innocent expression settled in. "Besides, it's not like it's a secret, is it?"

"I suppose it's not." She acknowledged. As humble as ever. "But I don't usually hear it from somebody who's not trying to sleep with me." Perhaps, after what they just went over, she should be a little ashamed of saying it, but that wouldn't make it any less true. "You shouldn't discount yourself, though. Adorable might not be the best word, but you're a handsome guy."

Leonard flushed slightly, taking another swig of his coffee, lowering his eyes again. "You might be pretty, but you must have something wrong with your eyes, you think I'm handsome."

Her grin returning in full force, she shifted to the edge of the chair, until her leg just barely grazed his own. "I'll have you know there's absolutely nothing wrong with my vision. You just need to learn to accept the truth." And then, almost as an afterthought. "Your wife's a lucky woman."

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