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the dæmon meme

dæmon: the inner-self of a human physically manifested in the form of an animal called a 'dæmon'. the animal is the most intimate expression of the human's inner soul, the form of the animal directly representing that person's true personality.

they are, in effect, the other half of your soul, sharing your thoughts and knowing everything about you. and despite whether or not you want them, they are with you for life, your closest companion.

how do your character's interactions with others CHANGE now that a part of their soul is wandering around with them?

suggested ideas:

1. standard slice of life. you are going about your life, either in your canon, or in the world of the golden compass. hell, even make a modern au. the conflict here is up to you.
2. dæmons are generally the opposite gender of their human partner. however, yours shares your gender. what are the implications of this? how do people treat you in the street?
3. intercision. you have been cut away from your dæmon. you are a freak to the rest of society. you are empty, severed from part of your soul.
4. intimacy. you never touch another's dæmon-- unless, of course, you are in a sexual relationship with them. what's that first touch like?
5. settling. for younger characters: your dæmon has finally chosen their final, adult form. how does this make you feel? you're an adult now, how do your peers view you?

of course, you're free to do whatever you want with this universe, the only requirement is that your character have a dæmon!

further reading: here, if you can't pick a daemon for your character; here, for dæmon/personality matches and general info.

please, when you post, include your character's name, canon, and dæmon species! 

 

 

 

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[heforgetshispants]

[ Sherlock responds by (somehow) managing to take a sip from his mug while barely lifting his head, shifting one slide out for another. While not exactly a thanks, he does at least make a noise of acknowledgement.

At least, until he holds his hand out expectantly. When nothing happens, he makes a prompt. ]

I said, 'would you get me the clean test tubes?'

[ The raven perched on the back of the chair in the next room hops down to the seat of it, folding her wings in. ]

He's been asking for about an hour now.

[acclimatize]

[ John sets the bags down on the counter before turning to Sherlock, frowning at the other man before looking for said test tubes. ]

I've been gone for the past hour, Sherlock.

[ As soon as her mouth is empty, Emily responds to Violet. ]

Didn't you ever think to tell him we were out?

[heforgetshispants]

Mm. [ Whether that's a genuine answer or more just a sound he's made since John had stopped talking is hard to say. Really, this experiment had needed intense focus-- and thankfully he'd not accidentally drunk the reagent that John had moved away from him.

Violet's eyes twinkle a bit in amusement. ]

What good would that have done? Distracting him always ends badly. [ She tilts her head a bit. ] He hasn't eaten, though. He's hungry, he just doesn't know it.

[acclimatize]

[ When John spots the test tubes, he pauses and rolls his eyes. They are right in front of Sherlock. John moves them so they nudge at his outstretched fingers.

His daemon gives out a huff, shaking herself and stretching out her front legs. ]

Give him a peck on the head, then. He won't listen to John.

[heforgetshispants]

[ The nudge to his fingertips gives him the slightest start; fortunately, no tragic accidents occur, and he pulls back from the eyepieces (blinking owlishly for just a moment as his eyes adjust to the different, brighter lighting) to pull them in, fussing with them and arranging them in a certain order.

Violet ruffles a bit, but sighs. ]

I concede the point. [ And thus, she spreads out her wings and leaps from the chair, flying across the room to land-- directly on the eyepieces of the microscope. Sherlock scowls at her, looking indignant. ]

I'm busy. Eat something, you'll pass out. [ She gives a flick of her head in John's direction. ] You brought home groceries, didn't you?

[acclimatize]

[ By that time, John's turned back to the counter, busying himself with unloading the bags. Emily, nails clicking on the kitchen floor, makes her way out to the living room. ]

Only if you like socks.

[ Over his shoulder, ]

Don't be cheeky. Yes, I got food. And tea and milk. And more shampoo after Sherlock decided to use it all up for an experiment.

sorry for the lateness, had to take the day to recover from that episode omg

[heforgetshispants]

[ Well, he's distracted now, and he'll certainly not be getting back to his microscope with his daemon perched with her talons over the eyepieces, so he sits back and grumbles a bit. ]

Is it the brand I like?

[ Confident that she's broken his concentration enough, Violet hops down. ]

Don't let him talk too much about shampoo, John. If he still won't eat, call me back in and I'll wreck his experiments. You wouldn't. Would. [ And with that, she flies back out to the living room to join Emily, chuckling a bit. ]

i know the feeling. although the last one was more tolerable.

[acclimatize]

[ Emily's jumped up on the sofa by that point, laughing at Violet as she rubs her back all on the cushions. ]

I knew I liked you the moment we met.

[ John doesn't answer Sherlock's question, trying not to smile from the amusement he's getting from his daemon. ]

If you don't pick something to eat, I'll pick it for you.