The Soulmate Meme

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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.

Comments

Dennis Rafkin | Thir13en Ghosts | OTA

[ghostsgoddamnit]

7-ish, sort of? With some *thing* instead of *one*.

[nosybrunette]

She can't touch him.

That's probably the thing that bothers her the most, because Lois? She's kind of a touchy-feely person.

She's only known him for a few days, but she's fallen for him. His smile, his laugh, his undoubtedly twisted sense of humor. She even understands what he does and what it's about, and at times, it's sort of intriguing. Something he's made all too clear he doesn't want her around.

But she stays around anyway, refusing to leave, because she wants to be with him. Call her crazy, but just being in his presence is enough for her.

She just wishes she could touch him. Just once, at least. To show how much she's grown to care. A kiss, a hug, a gentle caress of the hand. But she's so afraid. So afraid making his head explode with everything she knows, and everything she's seen. She doesn't want to cause him any more pain than he already experiences.

She's afraid that his special abilities and his lack of basic human contact will be too much for her, but right now, she's dealing. And even trying to come up with an alternate method of some sort.

"So..." she starts, as they sat, having coffee. "They don't have any special suits for this kind of thing, do they? Gloves... something? Like... Rogue from the X-Men?"

[ghostsgoddamnit]

"Oh, yeah. Because there are so many people who have to worry about going into seizures from touching anybody. They make a whole outfit. $19.99 at the freak store."

Dennis stares across the table at the young woman and immediately regrets having said that. She's smart. She's beautiful. She could be sitting across from anyone right now, but for some reason she's here, with him. Dennis isn't sure what to make of that. His lack of a self esteem supplies the notion that probably she pities him or something. And the rest of him says: hey, he'll take that. It's not like he deserves more; he barely deserves that.

She's never laughed at him, though; never treated him like a mental case. It seems wrong to push her away, even if it would be for her own good. She should find a nice, normal guy. That's not to say Dennis wants her to. He's just well aware that he isn't any good for anyone, no matter how much he wants to be. She'll catch on soon enough. Until then, he'll bask in this unlikely attention. He's committing it all to memory: the way she looks at him like he's a person or something.

Rubber, it makes him want to tell her, although he doesn't. Because while rubber does seem to dampen his psychic abilities, he's not sure how sufficiently or for how long it would do so, and he doesn't want to spoil this. Everyone has something in their mind: a memory, or a thought. Something deplorable and awful they've done or seen or imagined and he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to see her lies, or her failures. He doesn't want to know her hates. That stuff is ugly. He wants her to stay this beautiful girl, who was kind to him.

He's a selfish fuck.

"Sorry."

[nosybrunette]

His words sting her a bit, but she swallows it down. She knows he's hurting, too, it's why he lashes out like this. He's had to deal with the consequences of his ability his entire life.

"You're not a freak, Dennis." she says softly. "You have a gift. One that comes with a not-so-great price, but it's a gift." And she honestly believes that, no matter what he thinks. And she's said that already, so he knows how she feels about it.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

"Yes, I am," he tells his coffee, because he can't look her in the eye when her voice goes all soft like that. It makes him want to curl in on himself, like he's afraid her words might have teeth: quiet sharp teeth that will gut him.

"I'm a freak, and it's no gift. Nothing about it is an upside: it's all price."

It's hard to explain to people who've never seen the inside of someone else's head how crappy seeing the inside of someone else's head is. It ruins people.

[nosybrunette]

[ooc: I apologize for the delay! RL issues, unfortunately. :/]

She wants to touch his face, to make him look up at her, but she doesn't. She holds back. He can probably see the way her fingers are practically twitching, lightly thumping the table between them.

She swallows down her emotions, but feels them when she speaks. Her voice is shaking a bit. "But you can help people, Dennis. And I'm sure you have, at some point."

No worries. If I disappear: hurricane. Or just sleeping.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

[Oh he can. And they're almost hypnotic in their movements. There is a part of him that does want to reach out and tangle them in his own fingers; to feel her smooth skin slide against his own. He can almost convince himself that it's possible: that just this once there won't be any pain.

But the rational part of him knows that isn't true at all.]

Really. And what makes you so sure?

[He can't imagine that he has.]

[nosybrunette]

He's so disbelieving, so wound up in the idea that this is a curse, and nothing else. She wishes more than anything she could change his mind.

"I know there are people who needed closure... they lost someone, and you were able to communicate with who they lost. I'm sure you were able to help close that gap." She tilts her head, studying his face. "And how does your ability effect someone who has amnesia? Maybe you could help them retrieve what they've lost."

She might be picking at pins and needles with that one, but it seems logical to her.

[ghostsgoddamnit]

"For money," he reminds her. "I did it for money. And guess what? Sometimes I faked it for money."

Not everybody's lost loved ones stick around, but that doesn't mean their money isn't green.

"And I don't know, I've never linked with somebody who had amnesia. Because people who have amnesia don't have money. Maybe a better guy with my powers would be a super hero, but I'm just a guy trying to keep a roof over his head and painkillers in his pocket. And I'm sorry if I...led you on."

He shouldn't have flirted with her before she knew, is what he means. He'd thought it was harmless. He'd never considered for a second that she might actually return his affections.

[nosybrunette]

The truth hurts, probably more than she's willing to admit. She feels tears threatening her eyes, but she refuses to cry. That would probably hurt him just as much as seeing the contents of her mind.

"Everyone does what they have to do to get by sometimes." she says, her voice soft, quiet, her eyes lowered to the table. Truth be told, Lois has never had to worry about that... the General had always made sure she was taken care of. Well, except for that one time she had to work at the Talon to make extra cash. But Lois has known many people who'd had to do things they hadn't really wanted to do just to make it.

"It could be different, you know." she says, her voice still hushed. "Things could change."

[ghostsgoddamnit]

"They're going to," he says. And he does believe that. Once this job is done, and Cyrus pays him the money he's owed, he'll be set for a while at least. He's not actually sure what he'll do with himself beyond 'nothing'.

Nothing sounds good.