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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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Sansa nods in agreement. It takes a while to gather all of her lords in the throne room and once she has, she takes her place at the Winter Throne, Rowan at her right side.

"I have brought you all together to tell you that I have been chosen for a holy pursuit by one of our Old Gods, Rowan of the Weirwoods," Sansa says, motioning toward Rowan. He is still glamoured but he will remove it when the time is right, she thinks, so she continues.

"As this will take me from Winterfell, I decree that Jon Stark will be my successor and he will be returned from exile beyond the Wall and installed as your King in the North once more."

There's a riot from the crowd and Sansa speaks over them, holding up a hand. "Silence. Your God has yet to speak."

He didn't miss this part, but when the crowd started to raise their voices, and he detected some of the voices holding more than ire, he dropped his glamour, some small magic making his voice reverberate for the single word he barked out. "Silence!"

He waited, watching eyes turn to him, watching people fall, some kneeling, some fleeing. His hand came out to take hers, holding it gently. "I have been longing for a mate for longer than any of you have thought of breath. I have finally found one worthy. Her consent has been given, and that is the only word that matters in this discussion, barring mine."

He hated adding that last part, but for the men sizing him up, he knew his word mattered more than hers.

There's a feverish murmuring at the idea of being the mate of an Old God but mostly the room falls silent. Lord Manderly begs for leave to speak and Sansa grants it. She feels that he will support her in this and she has faith that he will support Jon being king once again.

"We have supported our queen even before she was our queen. If a woman of House Stark is chosen as the mate of one of our Old Gods made manifest, we are bound to fulfill the decree issued by her to retrieve her brother to become our king once more. Pledge your allegiance to the Queen in the North once more and the King in the North yet to come."

Now the crowd does just that, chanting her title and Jon's title to be, and Sansa lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She holds up a hand once again.

"I consider the matter concluded. I have to leave before we install the new king but Lord Manderly will have the throne in my stead. If there is any thought of rebellion, know that the gods will retaliate swiftly."

Sansa does not believe that to be true since Rowan isn't actually a god but it is a threat strong enough to keep any ambitious lords in check. She reaches for Rowan's hand and squeezes it.

"I think that's done," she says quietly.

"Good," he says, dimming himself and slipping his glamour back on. There's a thread of control that's still frayed and he finds his eyes not wanting to be covered yet. Perhaps there's a reason for it. Either way, he leaves it be and Rue keeps close between the pair of them as he squeezes her hand back. "Now, if there's anything you want to take with you, I suggest we gather it. Anything and everything. And if you have missives you'd like to leave, take the time to do so. We may be able to come back at some time, but I don't tend to make plans on the capriciousness of Underhill allowing the tear to remain. Or maybe adding more. Take the time to say goodbye to your siblings and your people, Sansa. I'm not going anywhere without you."

"I cannot wait for my siblings to return. It could be months. The best I can do is leave them letters for when they arrive," Sansa says. She does not want to wait months for her new life to begin even if she is nervous about leaving everything she's ever known to go somewhere she's never been before.

"There are certain things I need to bring. Will it be possible to bring one trunk with me? I do not know how much we will be able to carry but I would like to bring my sewing and my harp."

Dresses can be left behind as she can always make them anew but she will want her coronation gown along with her needles and thread and current embroidery. No matter where she goes, she will want to sew.

"Darling, I have a portable home rolled up on my back. We can take everything in your rooms if you please. I want you to be comfortable, and having things from home, whether you use them or not, will ease you. One trunk, five, a dozen. It matters not. Only your happiness."

He could almost feel the nervousness and anxiety thrumming through the bond that hadn't solidified yet.

"I should have thought of that," Sansa says, blush coloring her cheeks. Still, she does not want to take terribly much. His home is different from Winterfell, from what she understands, so she does not think she will need so very many things from home when she goes with Rowan.

Still, she goes to her chambers and packs a trunk with her most precious things. It does not take her long. The thing that takes her a long time is writing letters to each of her siblings and when she is finished, she is crying.

"I know there might be a way to see them again," she says softly. "But I know I will miss them."

"Leave an addendum that you'll attempt to come back. We can try once a year, an anniversary of sorts, to bring you home to visit. Or every five. If Underhill is feeling kind, perhaps it will allow us that. I don't want to remove you entirely, but it's not going to take long for your siblings and others to recognize you've not aged since the last time they saw you. I don't want your people frightened of you."

For the long term, it wouldn't work, but at least for a year from now, he could give her a meeting with her siblings to say goodbye in person. He lifted his hand and wiped at her cheeks, brushing away her tears. "If I could make it easier on you, I would."

"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."

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