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

Sherlock Holmes | Elementary

[i_favour_you]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[There's no real rhyme or reason to it, no discernible reason why she is sitting in the brownstone, in front of the bank of flickering televisions. She doesn't turn towards him when she hears his footsteps, but her voice floats to him, at once ethereal and as sharp as the crack of a whip.]

Let me guess, "we should stop meeting like this."

[i_favour_you]

[He hears the televisions on first. It's that strange, ethereal hum that comes with televisions on but not set to any channels. Muted or not, he can tell. When he enters the room, he swears he can see her, facing the televisions, her dark hair piled on her head. Untouchable and elegant. That is Irene Adler.]

Watson's out on a run.

I don't see any reason why we shouldn't meet like this.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She still doesn't turn around, though she does tilt her head to the side at his answer.]

No? What is meeting like this if not an obvious sign of grit in the lens of a sensitive instrument?

[i_favour_you]

Perhaps I prefer it this way.

[he steps next to her and reaches for the remote, but doesn't look at her, not properly. He doesn't know what goes into these meetings, what chemical imbalance in his brain causes him to see her, and he doesn't care. He's not going to ruin this by looking at her. By breaking it.

He flips on one of the televisions, but keeps the sound off.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[The television blinks on, to some dismal gangster movie, where the protagonist and either his rival or his some-times ally meet. Echoing the same words she'd just used. 'We should stop meeting like this'.

She rises from his seat, because of course she would be sitting in his seat, and steps away from the televisions, not towards him, but behind him, each step ringing with the sharp precise tap of her stiletto heels.]

Oh? New York has changed you if that were the case.

[i_favour_you]

You'd be surprised exactly how much.

[he flips on another television, this one going to local news. Her shoes echo in the room, creating a sharp series of notes that seem to punctuate his hearbeats.]

You're not planning on leaving so soon?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[The sharp tap of her heels do not stop until she's at his bookshelves.] Are you asking me to stay?

[i_favour_you]

I know your contrary nature far too well to do something like that.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She reaches up to the bookshelf, running her fingers along the neatly ordered spines.]

Ah, but you also know just how much I enjoy it when you beg.

[i_favour_you]

[he raises an eyebrow, and a smirk touches his lips]

Yes, I do.

Are you asking me to get on my knees, Irene?

[womanwhobeatyou]

What makes you think I'd ask if I wanted you there?

[Only then does she turn around to face him.] Don't tell me you've forgotten.

[i_favour_you]

[She turns, and he can swear she's different. Her hair is darker, her features are wider, less elvish. But it's her, and he knows it. He won't deny it, he can't]

Pretend I have. Tell me.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her lips are deep red, and her smile a curved sickle against pale skin as she takes a step towards him.]

What happened to playing to my contrary nature?

[i_favour_you]

[he, conversely, stays perfectly still. Unwilling to break this, unwilling to become too wrapped up in it that, should she vanish, his heart breaks.]

Who says I'm not?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[At his barely controlled stillness, she continues moving, curving around until she is just out of arm's reach, to his side.]

Then I'd wonder just what you were trying to prove.

[i_favour_you]

You'd be the only one who would know.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She steps close, her cool fingers resting on his forearm.]

And you wouldn't?

[i_favour_you]

[he takes a breath as he feels her fingers on his arm. She feels so real. He wants her to be real. He turns his head to face her.]

How are you here, Irene?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[As he turns his head to face her, she takes a step behind him. Now that she was close, to stay just out of his direct vision.]

Have you already discarded the obvious answer? Dream. Hallucination. A blip in the circuitry of an overtaxed and unemotional mind.

[i_favour_you]

That simple, is it?

[he lets out a low, humorless laugh]

Of course, you'd never be completely agreeable in my fantasies, either.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[A laugh, in strict contrast to his, hers is full of razor-sharp amusement.]

I know what you like. Would you rather the answer be simple, grit in the lens and all that, or a more complex problem?

[i_favour_you]

And what would you prefer, Irene? If you were to suddenly see me?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult, Sherlock? That we are that similar.

[i_favour_you]

Neither.

It was a question.