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Soulmates

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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"No, I will not be able to come back. Once we consummate, I will no longer age, and I imagine I won't be afraid of that forever. I already enjoy your touch even though it is not that sort of touch. I do not think it will take very long."

Sansa takes a deep breath to steel herself.

"No, this must be goodbye. This must be final."

"I'm content to do whatever makes you more at ease, dove." He unpacked the tent, closing her chamber doors to avoid looky-loos, then opened the tent into the cottage, bringing her trunk into it to tuck into the sitting room for her to have on hand when he brought them home.

"Do you want to stay for a last meal, or would you like to leave now?"

"No, we should take our leave. The longer we are here, the quicker I will lose my resolve, I am afraid, and I do not think you would be very happy here."

No, Winterfell is not the place for someone like Rowan who doesn't seem as if he would thrive in the deep snows and ice. She has to say goodbye to her home for the final time and she feels it best to snip the thread quickly and not let it fray over time.

"We should make our way to your more permanent home."

He was born in Winter, raised in the Winter Court, but Underhill had such a slapdash of seasons and lands, he never had to freeze if he didn't want to. Still, he preferred the sun. Enjoyed the ocean, and he wondered what she'd think of it, considering it didn't seem like much of a view from what he'd seen of Winterfell so far.

"If you'd like." He was quiet for a moment, hand lifting to let his fingers glide through her hair. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry for this, because I'm not. I found you, and that means more to me, but I am sorry if you're saddened."

"I think it is always sad to leave one's home," Sansa says, leaning into his comfort for the moment. His comfort feels better than any other she's ever received in her life and she wonders if it is because she is so bereft of touch or if it is because he is her mate. It doesn't matter. He comforts her.

"But I want to leave and be with you. I have never had nothing of my very own before, not since I was too small to understand the significance of such things. Also, I feel it will be easier to be...intimate in a place that is not Winterfell. As much as this is my home, it was once my prison and the place I was broken."

Which, of course, made him want to obliterate the place. He wondered what room she'd been tortured in so he could set fire to it. But stone and fire were rarely compatible, and it wasn't his rage to quell. It was hers.

He let his thumb trace under her cheekbone, looking into soft blue eyes and smiling. "As you like. Then let's be on our way. The sooner we're in my land, the sooner we can sort out how to make it yours."

"Precisely. Besides, the winter chill is miserable," Sansa says. "Especially after being out of it for a short while. It will be nice to be somewhere that the air does not bite at my face after a few moments outside."

Sansa impulsively hugs him again.

"This is where you will have to lead me. I do not know where we are going or how to get there so I trust you will get me there safely."

"It does get cold where I'm taking you, but it's seasonal. Right now, it's heading into summer. Each season lasts about four months. Winters in the north west are rather tame, especially in comparison to this."

She hugs him and he smiles, pleased that she was starting to slowly start to trust him with herself.

"We'll go back to your Weirwood and have Rue take it from there."

It does not take long to get back to the Godswood and then, beyond it, to the Weirwood grove. Sansa gives Winterfell one last look before following Rue through the woods and it changes yet again - the trees are thinner and she hears the crash of the ocean beside her. It is windy but not nearly as cold.

"I wonder where we came out," she asks, looking around. When she looks toward the horizon, she sees buildings that touch the sky, buildings higher than the Eyrie.

"Is that where you live? In that city in the sky?"

"Not entirely. I prefer the areas near the beach. The city itself is a bit crowded for me, and since I work with and around people all day, a little solitude goes a long way."

Sansa might also notice that as they walked to where Rowan left his car during his camping trip, and as they drove back to the city, all the people there, young and old, had a familiar with them. It made him wonder if her entering this world would bring her one of her own, or if her not having one would make her stand out. He expected she wouldn't like the pity from others. He held the door open for her enter the car, explaining to her what it was and what he was doing as he started it and started the drive down the long winding roads towards where he'd made his home.

Sansa has no idea what the car is, actually, and when Rowan opens the door she hesitantly settles in the seat. He explains that it is a conveyance and replaces horses and after an initial fright at how fast it is, Sansa finds herself pressed against the windows to see everything she can.

"This is absolutely delightful," she says, looking around excitedly. "You travel so quickly - you could cover the distance from Winterfell to the Wall in a day with something like this. And you can see everything through the glass, too, while having the cover of a wheelhouse."

"There are larger ones, vans, busses. There are smaller ones as well. This? This suits a single man, or a mated man and his mate. It runs on gas, which is expensive and getting more so by the day." Such was everything, including electricity, water, food. He'd have to sit her down and give her a crash course on what living in the modern world would be like. What currency was here, along with credit. He'd also have to head back down to the Night Market to talk to a goblin about making her I.D.

"Well, I shall have to get used to it, then." Sansa is used to riding her own horse even if she would never consider herself a fine horsewoman but this is something else entirely and she questions whether or not she could make this vehicle function. Perhaps someday.

"How far is it to your home?"

There'd be time for getting a license when she was more comfortable with the world in general. "Not far. Another ten minutes or so." The beach was becoming more visible through the trees, and the houses that were starting to show were large wooden manors with a large amount of glass as windows and walls. He wound up pulling up to a less gaudy version, but something that still fit in with the others.

"Oh...look at all the glass. It would cost so much to have this much glass in Westeros. They only make it in Myr," Sansa says, gasping at the sight of it. "You can see everything from inside the house."

It's a beautiful house, even if it's much smaller than Winterfell, and Sansa can see why anyone would want to live there.

"It's too cold to have that much glass in the North."

Unlike Winterfell, this was just to house himself, and now her. Even if they added a child to it, there'd be room still for more. If it ever came to expanding their little family, a new home would be procured, though he had a feeling by that time, they'd have moved to another part of the world to avoid him and his unaging being detected. "Without central heating and air conditioning, it'd be too cold when winter hits as well. Especially this close to the water."

Sansa doesn't know what either of those words mean but she takes them to mean that the house can be heated in such a way that the amount of glass would not matter even in the winter. She gives him a bright smile.

"I cannot wait to see the inside," she says. "There will be no touches of me there, of course, but that will change soon."

"Indeed, it will." He'd never had a woman's hand, or another man's, in his design; not outside of the initial setting that he wound up just buying along with the home. Sometimes he rented, sometimes he bought. But he'd bought this place out of a spur of the moment desire, and he would be interested to see what she came up with.

"Your room has room for me in it, yes?"

Sansa might not have consummated the mate bond yet but she knows that she will, eventually, and she wants to share a bed with Rowan even if she isn't ready for everything. She touches his hand lightly when she says it and waits for him to let her out of the car (she hadn't exactly followed the door mechanism when she got in before).

He comes around and opens it for her, pleased in an odd way that there were things she'd expect of him to do that more modern women rankled at sometimes. Chivalry. A little bit of treating her like the precious thing she was. He smiled and helped her out of the car. "My bed in here is a little bigger than the one in the tent, so yes, there's room for you in my bedroom."

The house was more modern than the cottage entirely, and as he led her in, he was already pulling out his phone to look up places online that he could get clothing for her to at least be able to wear more comfortably here. Her gowns were lovely, but they'd make her stand out and he doubted she wanted that.

"Well, if there was a small bed, we would simply have to be close," Sansa says, grinning at him.

"I suppose you would not have a problem with me being close at night? Or shall I have to find a new place to sleep?"

It was a gentle, innocent tease, but he found the idea of her pressed up against him pleasing enough that a warmth went through his body. His eyes glowed, and he looked at her with a slightly hungry look before he regained control. "No, Sansa, I most certainly would not."

He'd gone long stretches before in celibacy, more out of not wanting to attach too deeply to someone when all he had available were women looking for a husband or mate. He knew better, so he avoided it. Now? Now he had his mate and she was standing in his home- their home, and he'd already spent one night surrounded by her scent. The thought of her pressed up close to him was just too much to not prod at his need to seal their bond.

"We will have to see how much comforting I need at night," Sansa says, leaving it ambiguous for the moment. She's very skittish about the things between men and women and she wants to be with him, no questions asked, but she is nervous about it. She's entirely too nervous.

Part of her wants him to make the first move toward her, to guide her into things when they are wanted and not horrible, but she knows that she will be shy regardless of how it comes about.

"We should talk more about how this mate bond works. I never heard of it before it happened. We do not do such in Westeros. Marriages are not for love, they are for political alliance."

"Marriages are mostly that everywhere. But there's the concept of fated mates. Soulmates. At the creation of a soul, it's split apart and set adrift. It's chance where each soul lands and it's fate that leads them to be drawn together. When they meet, it's at a level beyond merely finding the other attractive. It's... coming home."

A quick bit of magic has the wards sealing when he closes the door, and a few adjustments allow for her to come and go as she pleases. Then her trunk was placed at the foot of his bed and Rue was already curling up on his bed near the exit to the beach. He liked to roam, but he seemed worn out now. "That's part of what little devils like him are for. If a soulmate is around, they help draw us together."

"I have to wonder if Lady wasn't meant to find Rue and because she died, she was unable to do it," Sansa says. "Direwolves are not the same as a pet dog or even another wolf. They're special. They were only bonded to members of House Stark and ours were the first that had even appeared in centuries."

It had been a strange happening, finding the litter of Stark direwolves, and it has never happened since.

"It seems it didn't stop Rue any, at least."

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