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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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"It is the making of children that I have to get over first," Sansa says quietly. "Because I am terrified about ever having to go through that again. I know it isn't supposed to be like that. It cannot be or people would not love one another while having multiple children. There must be some joy in it for women if they choose to engage in it. It just has never been so for me. So once I cross the first hurdle then I can contemplate the second."

His hand in her hair feels nice, sending goosebumps down her skin, and Sansa relaxes back against him. What had he said earlier? That his kind reveled in touching and being touched even if it wasn't the sort of touch that resulted in the conception of children? She draws her fingertips against his forearm.

"I will have to do it, however, because the mate...bond isn't consummated until I do it and then I might well die of old age."

"I can promise you that if you ever choose to let me love you that way, I'll show you how it's supposed to be between a man and a woman. There should be no pain- unless both parties want it. There's... layers to it, but I think those aspects of it are best left until you're comfortable with the act itself. Then you can ask me about exploring. But the first touch will be at your beckoning, and it will cause no harm. And-," he stopped brushing, touching her shoulder to get her attention, "no means no. At any point of it. Even if we were to start and it's already begun. You can change your mind and say no. I need you to know that," he said. Women in relationships like hers had been often had no say. Or if they said no, it was ignored. He'd not have her thinking he'd be like her monster of a husband.

"At your own pace," he said. "Perhaps you'll be drawn to it. Or curious. You can touch me any time you please. Anywhere you please. I've nothing to hide around you, so if you merely want to watch me be naked and shower, you may. I want you to be familiar enough with me that nothing frightens you."

"I imagine it would be very awkward for you if I simply sat and stared at you while I was wearing everything and you were wearing nothing at all," Sansa says. "I would feel as if I were on display and want to run and hide, if it were reversed."

Still, it is an appetizing prospect. She shifts a little in his arms so she can look into his face.

"But you would just let me look, truly? I've never wanted to look before so this is a completely new situation for me. I've never found anything appealing about a man before but...those circumstances had been different."

"That, my love, is because you've been objectified in the past. If you wanted me to strip down to nothing, I would. I'm at your beck and call." It may sound like overexaggerating, but he meant every bit of it. She was his mate. If she wanted him to play the fiddle naked, he would.

She looked up at him and he smiled. "How better to get you to feel comfortable than to take away whatever mystery there is? I'm a doctor. I know every part of the human body, and fae ones as well. There's no mystery for me, and I can see things clinically. You, of course, are a different story. It's all but impossible for me to look at you and think clinically. But I can behave. Still, you're a woman born in a land that favors men, and you've been ill treated. Giving you control? It's not a magic spell to cure everything, but it might help take away the fear. Or the hatred, and I wouldn't blame you for hating men if you've been harmed by them. Good thing for me, I'm not a man." He grinned and winked at her, then continued to play with her hair.

"You did perfectly fine looking at me earlier," Sansa points out. "When you were healing my wounds. You were no more interested in my body than a maester would be during an examination. I didn't think so, anyway."

Sansa thinks she would have known if he was looking at her that way and she hadn't felt that he did. She only felt he was concentrating on her injuries and not her body as an object.

"I think sharing a bed for the moment will be enough," she decides. "And perhaps a kiss, if you want to kiss me. I've been kissed before but never by anyone I wanted to kiss me. I don't even know what it feels like when you want it to happen."

"Ah, love. You've much to learn in the ways of complicated situations. I was professional because I needed to be. I need to be sure you're taken care of. What I wanted to do and what I did were two very different things." The truth. He'd give her that entirely, even if he didn't have to. He didn't want her assuming things about him or anything around them. She needed to be informed.

That bit hurt. The kissing bit. He felt that bit of sad slip in and he brushed her hair so that he could tuck it behind her ear. "I want to kiss you, but I want you to want to first. The first moves will be yours. Of course, after that, when you're comfortable with me, I'll likely pounce on you every moment I can. But for the firsts, I leave them in your capable hands. When you want to, you may."

"I wouldn't be opposed to a kiss now. Rowan, I don't even know how to kiss," Sansa admits. "Short of just sort of pressing my lips to yours and hoping for the best, I have no idea how you're supposed to do it. I was very young when I got ripped away from my mother and anyone who could have taught me about kissing was in a position to take advantage of me."

Petyr Baelish, for example, when he'd stolen a kiss from her at the Eyrie when she was fifteen. Or Ramsay, at their wedding.

"I've never kissed anyone with the expectation that it would be enjoyable."

"Then I am at your mercy, dove. Come claim a kiss." He'd not be the one to pull her to him. The need for her was something that would build the longer he was with her, and he had to make sure that when she came to him, it was at her behest. Not his desire.

But he did smile and spread his arms wide, letting her come as she wanted- or not.

Sansa is incredibly nervous about kissing him because she's never properly kissed anyone in her life but she falls into his arms and lifts one of her hands to cup his cheek. He's a very handsome man - blonde hair, warm brown eyes, a bit of a beard growing that is just enough to lend a shadow to his face.

She closes her eyes and leans in to kiss him, just a touch of her lips to his. She doesn't know how to take it further than that, she's never been taught how, but she's made the first move and claimed the kiss.

He melts as she touches him, smiling at her before she comes closer and lays one of the more innocent kisses against his lips he's felt. It's completely ingenue, and he knows that most of what they'll wind up doing together, while not her first time by far, will be the first in its pleasure. So he has that much he can give her.

His hand comes up to brush his thumb against her cheek, to cup the side of her face as she kisses him, and he leans into it. His lips barely part, but he lets his tongue slip out enough to wet her lips, to make it a kiss in truth.

Sansa isn't quite sure of what to do when he parts his lips and slips his tongue out so she mirrors his action and parts her own lips to see what he does in response. His hand on her cheek feels nice and she turns her face into it for a moment, just soaking up the touch.

It feels very intimate to be doing this even though they are both clothed because they're in a bed they intend to share and she's never slept with a man that she isn't married to.

The most important thing about it is that she does not feel objectified or used the way she has before when she's been touched by a man and that is a new and uplifting feeling. She feels wanted, more than anything, and she doesn't think she's ever had that before.

He doesn't turn the kiss into anything too much, keeping it slow and simple, but when he draws back, he's smiling at her and petting her hair. "That, my dove, is a kiss. A simple one, but one that's true. Now, before you distract me with more thoughts of what you taste like, lay your head down and get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning and we can sort out the rest of everything then, aye?"

"I imagine I just taste like anyone else," Sansa says, blushing at the implication of it. She has a general idea of what he might mean especially in combination with the kissing and she needs to put that idea to rest so she can actually rest.

"I don't want it to distract you, though, if you don't want it to," she adds. She lies back in the bed and settles herself; it's easy to get comfortable when the bed is so soft and she's warm for once.

"Are you tired?"

"Not quite. I'll likely stay up for a little while and make sure you sleep well." Fae normally don't have to sleep as much as humans, but he sometimes works himself down to where he needs to. Tonight had not been one of those nights, and he was left knowing he was going to sit quietly in wonder over the fact that after so long, he'd found the being that was his and his alone.

Now he just had to convince her he was worth staying with.

"Tomorrow, I'll handle everything," she says, yawning a bit halfway through her sentence. "I'll do it so quickly that they'll have no chance of convincing me to stay behind."

Sansa is half-sick of duty and she wants pleasure now. She wants a chance at a life of her own and she thinks she will never get that unless she goes off with Rowan and discovers his world instead of staying behind in Winterfell.

"Wake me up when dawn breaks so we can get started? I'm terrible about sleeping late."

"A bit after dawn. You don't need quite that early of a start." A soft reprimand. Who was the doctor here, Sansa? This one.

But he was certainly pleased that so far, she seemed to be on board with his plan. No cold castles and barren archaic times for him. Or her, now.

"A bit after, then," Sansa says. She yawns again and snuggles down into the bed, pressing her face against her pillow. When she speaks again, it's slightly muffled.

"You don't have to watch me," she says. "I assure you, I'm going to sleep." Sansa does, easily, and for the first time in a long time her bed isn't cold and she's quite comfortable.

When she does wake, she can tell that it is after dawn and she sits up in bed, looking around for him.

"Rowan? Where did you get off to?" He had said he wasn't tired so possibly he hadn't slept at all and only waited in bed until she fell asleep (logical) but she keenly misses his presence.

He'd slept, but it had been short, and he'd been woken by Rue, who insisted that he get up to make something for their mate to have for breakfast. Considering how little she'd had the night before, he thought about what she might like for the morning. More tea, of course, but perhaps some fruit? There were fruit trees that bore fruit humans could consume with no issue nearby, and he'd had Rue go out and pester a dryad until a small pile had been left on the other side of the ward.

So fruit and bread and some poached eggs for breakfast. He was setting the table when he heard her stir and call out for him. "Here, dove. Getting breakfast ready for you, if you've an appetite for it."

"Oh, well, I cannot say no to breakfast."

Sansa normally eats very little for breakfast, wanting her portion to go to a child or an elderly person who needs it more than she does, but the idea of having it all to herself this morning is an appealing one. Will Jon be able to get Winterfell through the winter? She thinks so. He isn't unclever, her brother, and while she might be better at running a kingdom through famine instead of war he won't be terrible at it.

She slips on the robe from the night before and belts it tightly before going to the small kitchen. "Is there anything I can do? I don't know how to cook but I can be shown how to do anything."

"Nothing at the moment. The place will pack itself up when I take the tent down. Wonderful bit of gnomish magic that I've found incredibly useful. I've gotten spoiled from being out among humans and what they've built for creature comforts."

He'd changed, but his attire was something that would fit in with an older lifestyle. Lace front breeches, undershirts, tunics, and an overcoat that would be more fitting for a renaissance faire, or going to a medieval land to steal its Queen away. A cloak was hung at the door, and he'd made a second one from another dressing gown he had, one that matched the look of the gown she'd arrived in. If she needed alterations, he'd make them on the fly.

"Is this what I am expected to look forward to in my future?" Sansa thinks she might be able to get used to it, especially the ability to obtain hot water at a moment's notice. She has never had such a thing in her life. The lack of chamber pots is also quite nice, even if it took her a moment to figure out the one in the tent.

Her food looks wonderful, fresh fruit that she can hardly get at Winterfell just now and eggs so she feels a bit spoilt.

"I could get used to it, I believe."

"I think some of the things I've gotten to learn to take advantage of might throw you for quite a spin. Grocery stores. Malls in general, though they're usually a bit crowded for my liking. Still, there's a lot in store for you to make your way through, and I look forward to watching you learn to navigate it." The pleasure, her pleasure would be something he'd be thrilled to help expand on, even in something so simple as choosing what she wanted to eat.

He mentions many things that Sansa does not recognize but she thinks she will understand the context later when she has moved on from Winterfell and to her new home with Rowan. The business at Winterfell must be conducted quickly, she thinks, because if it is not she fears that she will be trapped there for the rest of her life - however long that life is.

Her crown feels more like a shackle than an honor and she doesn't know how that happened so quickly but she believe that she needs to follow her heart for once and move on.

"I am sure it will be...quite the adventure. I think the best way to attack the situation at Winterfell is for you to briefly show your true self and for me to announce I have been called by the gods to move on and name Jon as my heir. They will accept that. We are a god-fearing people."

"Then that's what we'll do." She knew her world better than he had an inkling of, and if that was the smoothest way to gain her freedom with little fuss and yet ease her need to care for her people and make sure that another ruler was in place, he could manage that much. And it wasn't as if the tent wasn't going with them. He could easily set it up in her chambers, or somewhere else to let her stay within his reach while she dealt with her people.

"If I, with divine authority, name my successor as Jon...well, they will not want to break that promise. They would fear repercussions from the gods if they did not. While we fear the gods, they do not manifest to us regularly so a missive from a god made flesh would be taken quite seriously."

Sansa thinks it will have more weight than simply her own word and will not require her presence to carry out. Bran will ensure no rebellion will break out and Jon will take the throne once found. It will be wrapped up quite neatly.

"I will be free to leave with you after that. I have to embark on my holy journey, after all."

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