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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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"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."

"He's an old fox, as old as I am. He has his tricks and secrets." From the bed came a yip, as if to tell him off for daring to question his foxy ways.

Smiling, he held a hand out to Sansa. "Would you like me to show you around the house? Tell you what everything's for?"

"I would love that, actually. Everything in here is foreign to me other than seats, windows, and beds," Sansa says. She takes his hand and squeezes it lightly, wanting to feel the connection between them even if she hasn't taken the final step.

"I would like to know everything about my new home if you don't mind showing it to me."

"And I'd love to show you." With her hand in his, he takes her from room to room, showing her everything in the kitchen, along with warnings of how a stove worked and not to put hands on it, the guest bathroom, their bedroom, the bathroom adjoining, and wound up down in the living room with the large windows that looked out to the water. He was patient answering questions, amused if anything by her fascination with what he currently took for granted.

"I think I could grow used to this," Sansa says, putting her fingertips to the glass of the window and gazing out over the water. She has never had an opinion on the sea, really, having never lived near it other than the harbor in King's Landing for a short while but here, it is beautiful.

"I wish I knew how to swim," Sansa says. "It looks as if it would be very fun to swim in those waters with the sun coming down on you. I cannot, however, and I would drown to my death if I tried to walk into the ocean."

"I'll teach you. Or find someone better at doing so. There are places, indoor pools that one can learn. There's plenty of everything to learn, and lots of people inclined to be able to teach you. We've all the time in the world, Sansa. There's no rush to do everything at once."

"Very true. It seems I have quite a balance of years left to live." Sansa pauses for a moment and looks at him, lifts her hand to touch his face with her fingertips.

"Well, I suppose that does not take effect until I consummate the bond. I shall have to do that very soon or I will be too old for you."

"Too old," he said with a laugh, holding her hand close and kissing it. "You said you're twenty-one. You've ages to go before you're 'too old'. I'm going to be the one looking as though I robbed the cradle. You will be ready when you're ready. I'll not pressure you into it, nor allow you to fuss. I can live without... fulfilling our bond. For as long as you need." Being as he couldn't lie, it was the truth. That, of course, didn't mean that he wasn't already aching for her. His next shower was going to be productive.

"Perhaps you can," Sansa says softly. "But you do not deserve to. You are a good man and unlike any man I have ever met or been given to before. You deserve for me to come to you as your wife even if this world is not my own and this bond is no mere marriage."

Sansa leans in and presses a soft kiss to his lips and pulls away. "So I merely need to face my fears. That is all."

He hums as she kisses him, eyes closing before he lifts his hands to sink them into her hair. "There is no merely about it, love. You were done badly. Hurts like that aren't easy to get over. Nor would I expect you to tumble into my bed. For all intents and purposes, my dove, you are a maiden, as you've not had any pleasure in the bedroom yet."

"The only thing I know to be true is that it will not hurt," Sansa says. "Because you healed what he did to me. I used to be able to feel it every day in my body, the things he did, but since you used your hands on me I have not felt those pains. That is why I think it will feel as if I am a maiden and hurt very little if it even does at all."

She isn't a true maiden, after all, so there's no maidenhead to breach. If that's the case, she doesn't think it will hurt at all.

"My mind is a different matter but knowing my body will not hurt is a great help."

He drew her in, slowly, an arm moving around her waist, giving her time to move away if she wanted. "If I could do anything in the world, it'd be to go back in time to before that bastard got his hands on you and slaughter him slowly. Or better yet, keep him alive in the same state, carving away a piece at a time." Thinking back to the mess that prick had made of her, the scars she'd borne as if they were her cross to bear, it burned at him. Fury made his glamour ripple, and he was going to need to do a better job of controlling that. He'd had four hundred years, minus a few, to master his glamour and the thought of her being harmed stripped his control away.

"I will cherish whatever parts of you that you wish to share. I'm already in love with your hair."

"It will be a pity if the rest of me does not stand up to that," Sansa says drily. It's a tease, however, and she grins at him. Men have always found her beautiful and she has no reason to believe that Rowan won't find her naked body beautiful. If nothing else, she's always had that.

"Since it is so much warmer here, perhaps I will not be able to stand wearing my heavy linen nightgowns as I do back in Wintefell. I might get too hot."

"I've ordered a few things. Lighter nightgowns and a few shirts and jeans, and dresses. They should be here in a couple days, and after that, I'll take you shopping. As lovely as your gowns are, they are not... the style here. You'll get a lot of attention that I doubt you'll want."

He was speaking almost lazily as he held her closer, his other hand teasing through her hair, letting it slip through his fingers. "You'll need a lot of clothes. For when it's wet and cold, and for when it's warm. I expect you may be a bit, ah, shocked at what's in style here. It can be very... skimpy in the summer. Practically nude."

"Then it is a good thing my skin is now unblemished," Sansa says nervously. It is one thing to wear very few things inside the privacy of her own bedroom or even her own home but it was quite another to wear revealing things out where others could see her. She guesses this is just something to get used to in this world.

"Otherwise, I would get unwanted questions or, worse, pity."

Sansa likes it when he plays with her hair and she closes her eyes and just remains close for a moment to let him touch her. After a few moments, she turns to look at him, examining his face and features.

"I have not told you how handsome you are nearly enough."

"You have not," he said, but he couldn't quite keep the pride out of his voice as she looked him over and seemed pleased with what he saw. Dimmed down, he was merely human in appearance, but at least that appearance was something she liked. He couldn't stop playing with her hair, though, and he found himself starting to sway a little. Dancing to some unheard song in his head as he stood in his living room with his mate.

"Pretty or not, I feel filthy, and I think I should go avail myself of the shower," he said, voice soft, and not expanding on the fact that there was a secondary reason for said shower. Being this close to her was making that ache turn into something demanding, and if she was pressed any closer, she'd feel it. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her off.

"You will have to teach me how to use that later," Sansa says, nodding her assent. "But yes, I will not keep you."

Sansa thinks for a moment back to something he'd said in the tent the day before.

"Did you want me to come in? I remember you saying that I could, if I wanted. I did not know if you wanted that or if you wanted to bathe alone. It is entirely up to you."

He stilled for a moment, torn between answers before he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I said that all I am is yours, and if seeing me will help ease your mind about things, I'm all the more thrilled to give you that. Fair warning, though. I'm... in a state that I won't be able to hide when undressed. It's nothing that will be used on you in the moment, but my reaction to you can't be helped, I'm afraid."

Nope. If she wanted to come in, she was welcome, but he was going to be aroused around her, and more so when he was naked with her watching him. He didn't think he'd be able to stop from pleasuring himself if only to keep from making her feel like she was pressured into anything.

Sansa feels her cheeks heat. She's not an innocent girl who doesn't know what that means and she shakes her head. No, that's too personal for the moment and she doesn't want him to have to be uncomfortable in that condition with her watching him.

"Oh, no, that's all right," she says. "I understand what men...need. I'll wait on you to bathe while I take out my embroidery or something."

"I need you, Sansa. Any way I can have you. If you want to know what I look like in all states, it wouldn't embarrass me. I plan on having you get to know every part of me rather intimately, and I you. I'm fae, darling. We have no shame in nudity." Her blush was entirely endearing, and he gave her another kiss on her forehead.

"But as I said, no pressing, so if you'd like to do your embroidery, by all means, do so. Just know that what I do in the shower is because of you, and my reaction to how much I want you. Only you."

"I just do not wish to make anything more difficult for you," Sansa says. He reminds her that he is fae and that they have no shame in nudity and that only makes her blush more because she does have shame in nudity unless it is with her lord husband or with a dressing maid.

"You will have to train me in the bedroom arts anyway. I wasn't ever in a position to...learn them and I did not want to learn them besides. It is different with you. I want to learn how to enjoy it. I'm rambling. Go and enjoy your bath."

"You make nothing difficult. You are my most worthwhile endeavor. I'm showering, but the door will be unlocked. Spy to your heart's content. I want you used to me. Not frightened." He dipped his head down and gave her a gentle kiss, then turned to head to the master bathroom.

He'd meant what he'd said. She may as well be a maiden for all the pleasure she'd had. It would be his delight to show her what could be, and those images were in his mind as he ran the hot water, undressed, and stepped in to clean himself. Thoroughly.

Sansa goes to the bedroom where there is a chair set up beneath one of the wide windows and pulls out her embroidery, using the natural light to her advantage.

She can faintly hear Rowan in the shower but not enough to know what he’s up to or anything like that and after he’s gone for a while, she gets up and pokes her head in the bathroom door.

“Almost finished?”

It's her voice that does it, funnily enough, and there's a clear sound of a male in the midst of pleasure that echoes quietly in the shower. Hand on the wall, he hangs his head and laughs softly. "Done with that bit."

He'd been lost in the thought of her, of how his hands had felt soothing over the old marks that he'd melted away. Her scent. The soft taste he'd had of her that still lingered on his lips. Lifting his head into the spray, he cleaned away the rest of himself before turning it off. Whether she was still there or not, he opened the glass door and reached for a towel, wrapping it around his waist. And that was how he'd go out into their bedroom.

Sansa catches the very end of him pleasuring himself and nearly trips over herself to try to get away so he doesn’t realize she saw him.

She thinks she’s too nervous to pull off the ruse, especially when she pricks her finger with her needle.

“Oh, Gods be good, it isn’t as if I haven’t seen a naked man before,” she says half to herself when he comes back into the room. He is swathed in a towel and only a towel so she makes a point of looking at his face.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt just now.

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