By request: Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme

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Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

 

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

 

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

 

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting: 
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding: 
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection: 
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection: 
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost: 
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution: 
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death: 
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner. 

oo8. Old-School: 
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style. 

oo9. Unbonded: 
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by imadeamistake 

Comments

[not_soft]

That got a small smile, "There's music, too." She replied, "And honestly, most of the videos aren't that bad. Of course, some of them are downright boring, but that's beside the point." She'd never been a fan of most of the soap operas herself, they didn't make sense to her.

Music, however, was something she'd always liked, she even used it to time her meditations now and again.

"And honestly I don't expect you to defect, and I'm certainly not going to let them recondition you." She liked the fight in him, and she wanted to be the one that finally killed it, regardless of how long that took.

[prevailsthelight]

Ben snorted, but started to eat. He watched Kura out of the corner of his eye then said, "You won't let them, but I'm sure you'll take any chance you can get to sway me." He'd honestly rather be back in the torture chair.

He fell silent for a moment, contemplating what would happen if she died - or if he killed her. If there was no Bond, he'd probably go to the crew. If there was, they'd try to force another on him before he wasted out in the aftershock.

"Don't suppose I could ask real nice and you'd let me go home, huh?"

[not_soft]

"You are home." She replied, making a circular gesture with her spoon that somehow encompassed the whole ship and not just her quarters, "I suggest you get used to it."

She, likewise, had felt those first tendrils of a Bond that morning, and had felt him shake them off, though she knew it wasn't something he'd be able to keep doing indefinitely, eventually it would stick, take root, and she wasn't sure if she was looking forward to that -because this was the first time she'd been truly compatible with anyone- or if she was dreading it -because it would be a weakness she could barely afford- but either way she was interested to see how it developed.

[prevailsthelight]

"No, I'm a prisoner of war who's been forcefully drafted into helping the enemy." Ben stared at her for a moment then said, "Even if it's with a guard, I want to be able to walk around in the halls. Or have access to a gym of some sort." He wasn't about to spend the rest of his life lazing around watching vids and waiting on Kura's every word. Every scrap of independence he could get from her, he was going to take.

[not_soft]

She nodded, "If you've recovered you can accompany me on my rounds tomorrow." She had no doubt that she could stop any trouble that might arise from other Sentinels, "And once I know you won't use it as an excuse to try killing me, you can train with me as well, until then I'll make sure you have some time in one of the training rooms, under guard, of course."

Allowing him freedoms now was easy, mostly because it meant she could take them away again later.

[prevailsthelight]

"I'm not recovered," he said immediately and got back up. He crossed to the cot and flopped down onto it, dragging the sheets up over his shoulders. Then he fumbled around until he found the holo remote and turned on the screen, poking around in the menus until finally deciding on something.

[not_soft]

She snorted softly, but didn't say anything about his apparent indecision -demanding something to do and then deciding he didn't want it- instead she just said: "Not hungry? It won't be quite as good cold."

The soup wouldn't be, at least, the bread would be fine, she often kept rolls on hand as a snack, that and fruit, training like she did -even the meditation- burned a lot of energy.

[prevailsthelight]

It wasn't so much that he didn't want to get out of here, but he didn't want to be forced to go with her. At least, not on her rounds, whatever that meant. Instead, he just grunted in response and fiddled with the remote a bit more. "What's the point in taking me with you? It's not like you're leaving the ship, I can get there in minutes if you start freaking out again," he mumbled to himself, lifting a blanket up to muffle his voice even further.

[not_soft]

I'll assign you an honor guard for tomorrow." She said, "You can go to the training rooms, the officer's mess for meals if you wish." That would keep him away from the majority of the ship's Sentinel population at least, "The observation deck, if you'd like."

She paused for thought there, chewing at another bite of roll, "I imagine you've communed with plants as part of your training in the Force. You can visit the atrium, if you like, provided there's no one else using it."

[prevailsthelight]

That... did sound good, actually. The part about visiting the atrium. It was a bit hard to imagine a ship like this having a designated spot for greenery, but he supposed it wasn't unheard of. "Sounds good," he said finally, squirming around until he could see the holo screen more fully, blanket still covering his mouth and most of his head.

Meditating would be good for his mental state. He might have been relatively weak to the Force, but he was strong enough that meditation did him good. He could levitate small objects and understand the needs of animals innately, but much more than that was lost on him.

[not_soft]

"I would prefer if you waited until I could escort you to the officer's mess and to the observation deck, but I won't make it mandatory." Not yet, at least, eventually, probably, but not yet. She wasn't too concerned about letting him learn his way around, either, because there may come a time when he needed to be able to get to her without an escort getting in the way.

"I'll leave the rest of this for if you get hungry later, though it isn't as good cold, I still have a few meetings to attend this afternoon, but I'll be back this evening, you can aid with my meditations then." Which would happen just by the fact of him being in the same room, even if he wasn't actively assisting.