The one conceit of this meme: humans (or human-expies, whatever beings they may be) mate for life. With this comes the typical trappings of "mating for life" - indescribable closeness, contentment around your "destined," and, of course, in your all-too-familiar worst case, jealousy and rage should the bond be threatened.
Oh, and there's also the little caveat that, should your mate die, you die as well. But that's not too much to swallow, is it? The whole thing is only a small conceit, you know.
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romanticism | You approach the potential of mating with a dreamy hope. It will be just like a romance novel! distaste | Ugh, mating? You're going to put it off...or maybe even try not to do it at all. imprint | That's them. That's the one. You both know it, and you can't keep away. first | The first time you come together sets the bond in stone, not to mention sets the stage for the rest of your lives. share | Some mates are able to communicate and share their secrets through a mental link; others have to do it the old fashioned way and just speak up. calm | When one partner goes berserk, there's only one person in this world who can get them to settle down. comfort | Merely being in the presence of your mate can turn your stormy day around. heal | Scars, mental or physical, can be mended with the right love from a mate. need | Your body is going through actual physical withdrawal due to being away from your one and only. protect | Whether the threat be real or jealously perceived, you have to keep what's yours from harm. obsessed | You're beyond jealous. You've taken it too far mistake | Mating with them was not the right decision, but you can't take it back. cheat | Despite your being mated, you've chosen to break a sacred trust and go outside the home. death | There's not much will left to live in you after your mate has passed. Even if there was, it's not like you have much of a choice not to die. old mated couple | You've lasted a long time. This may be your "happy ending."
[ooc: Well for Rey it's, orphaned and no family of her own, yearning for said family, but smart and a fighter. I kind of want to go with the king route. Just because what problems could come from being royal? aside from Joffrey Thinking Rey as a warrior in her own right, fighting at Jon's army and things happened?
[ Jon would be honored for a skilled warrior at his side. He doesn’t think any less of women in the battle, even helped teach his youngest sister to fight, much to her mother’s unhappiness. I’m so for it.
Maybe a share and comfort duo ? One of them calls out in the battle mentally and the other hurried to their side for comfort or helping? ]
[ooc: /nod/ I vaguely remember that from season one of GoT...past that is kind of fuzzy. Only ever got up to season three.
Ohhh, I like that idea. Or, instead of battle, they're training (for reasons?) and trying to deal with having titles thrust upon them at the same time?]
[ Drama, drama, coupled with bitchy people and death follow. Lol Jon died at one point in the show, before he became king. And he was brought back with magic.
[ooc: That, I heard, but not sure with the magic part, but let's roll with what we've got. Let me know if this works. :)]
[It had been a rather strange few days--or was it weeks now? The bastard of Winterfell had been crowned King--proving to the people that he could lead despite his birth, despite what others thought of him. He had protected his people, and defended through and through. All of it seemed like something from a fairytale, but Rey had been there to witness it for herself.
A lonely orphan, born in the sands of a desert country called Jakku. She wanted more for her life than to be sold off like livestock and produce children for some drunk lord or warrior. No, she wanted to learn, to travel, but she yearned for her family to come back to her. The hope of her family returning dwindled each year until she finally snapped out of it and journeyed across the sands. She gained different skills along her travels, learned different languages and sharpened her mind. She heard of the cause Jon was leading, and joined. Regardless of her gender, she still gave it her all.
The young woman met the future king on the battlefield. People shouting war cries, or from anguish of being slayed filled her ears as the she raised her sword to block or parry her opponent. Alive. She had to stay alive and keep fighting. Jakku did not kill her, and neither would this fight. She managed to stab her opponent and once she looked up she found herself staring at Jon Snow. Something in her mind clicked and despite her initial frustration, she knew what it meant.
As much as she wanted to deny it, he was her mate.
That battle felt like a lifetime ago, and now instead of training in campgrounds, she was training within the walls of a castle.]
Again.
[She blocked one strike, but her sparring partner was holding back. Jon was King, and he was her mate, which made her....something she was still struggling to deal with. A lady, a queen does not hold a sword. She heard over and over again until it was enough to tempt her to throw things, but found a better way to deal with her frustrations.
Sparring.
The poor man who had been assigned as her partner quietly nodded his head and returned to his stance. He wanted to go easy on her because of her status, or maybe because of her gender, but damnit she needed to feel like herself again. He moved to strike Rey again, repeating the same move, which she easily blocked again and moved to disarm him.
His practice sword fell to the ground and hers was pointed at his neck. Letting out a controlled sigh, Rey drew back her weapon.
[ Life flows quickly after a battle, the rain washing away any blood reminders of battle, the dead burned in pyres to both honor they’d fallen in battle or in honor of their deeds. Jon had only done what he’d felt had been right at the time, he always moved to try and do what was right for the people around him, his family. His people now that they’d crowned him king.
It wasn’t something he’d asked for, and he’d been hesitant to accept the title, but who else would lead? The North didn’t want to be part of the seven kingdoms ruled by an iron throne and a highborn brat. They’d rather be their own, ruled by their own. And Jon had lead his men to win that fight, to stake their claim on their own land.
The young woman on the battlefield he’d run into hadn’t surprised him in general. While the South in general, save for Dorne, frowned on women learning how to fight and use weapons, it’s not something Jon ever adhered to. Quite the contrary, he was all for people learning to fight if that was their wish, men or women. He’d even helped his youngest sister learn, much to the distain of her mother. What had struck him like a blow to the head had been that snap between them, a bond forming between two people that didn’t know each other, unbidden but as sure as the sun would rise each day.
He’d had a few things to do, to see to, but he’d made sure that the trainers were aware that if she wanted to spar they weren’t to say no to her. The men who had been telling her that a queen does not hold a sword were morons.
Jon admired Rey for her spirit and her fighting ability. The meeting with advisers was let out early and Jon watched from an archway as his mate took down the man she was sparring with. There’s just enough distance that she shouldn’t be able to feel that bond between them tell her where he is, but he knows she’s good enough she might still sense being watched as a whole. He could see where the man pulled his swings, moved slower than he was known to move, giving the session to his queen. But that’s not what she wants, she wants a real session.
Moving once it looked finished, Jon dipped to grab the practice sword where it had fallen. The blade is turned a little in his hand, adjusting to the weight of it, it’s lighter than Longclaw at his side. ]
Leave.
[ Her sparring partner bowed at them both before he slipped out of the way, toward where the weapons were stored. Jon settled into a waiting stance, brow arched at his mate. If she wanted to spar with someone who wouldn’t hold back, he’d be happy to give that to her.
Being this close to her, he can feel her agitation through their bond. He wanted to calm her, but he also wanted to give her an outlet she felt comfortable taking. ]
[Rey felt a shift in the air, a sudden presence that brushed along the fringes of her mind. Jon was nearby, and if she had to guess, he was watching her poor excuse of a sparring session. She was used to harsher conditions, and more brutal fights. To have someone hold back was more than insulting, but they didn’t want to harm her. Which....was weird in itself.
Along with having ladies in waiting, there to dote on her. It was the complete opposite of her upbringing. Anyone else would’ve relished in it, whereas Rey....she was still adjusting.
She watched her mate enter her space, picking up the practice sword and dismissed her parent. Her agitation rolled off of her body in waves....but his presence helped curb some of her annoyance.
Rey stood there, analyzing his stance before lounging forward to strike. Something easy for him to block. ]
Enjoyed your meeting?
[ Talking helped...and kept her mind off what her next task would be: fittings for dresses that she had no business wearing. ]
[ Eventually he'll find someone that won't be afraid to give her a real workout, a true sparring session. He may find one or two of the men he knows well to do it too, a couple of his friends, after being told it's fine, would be happy to do it if they knew giving it their all was in the clear.
Not anyone else. Rey reminds him a lot of his sister Arya, wanting to throw expected propriety to the wind in order to live the life she wanted instead of the one expected. He's still settling into all that comes with being king himself, still waving people off so he could do things for himself. Being raised a bastard, he never would have imagined that this is where he'd end up, with all of these things his.
There's a pull to just wrap his arm around her, let his presence calm her down. But he doesn't think that will help as a whole, he hasn't known her long but she strikes him as a person that needs to work her muscles and wear herself out. At least he can still help her this way too.
He blocks her strike easily, moving into parry with his own. The move isn't slow, isn't pulled. She wants to spar, he'll give her a sparring session. If she doesn't block him, he'll hit her side with the practice sword, not hard enough to bruise but enough to feel it. ]
Boring mostly. You're more than welcome to join me if you want. I'm of a mind to have you be my equal, to help me and have a say.
[ He's already gotten to the seamstress. He'd asked her for a few options that contained pants for her as well. She'd tried to argue with him, but he'd stopped her and put his foot down about it. There's also going to be something tough and leather that she can wear when they need to go to battle again. He may not know Rey well yet, but he's trying. ]
[ Jon seemed to have an easier time slipping into the role of king. He was a natural leader, regardless of his birth. But, it could be a mask he wears, a way to instill confidence into his people.
Rey was still learning about him. A bond didn’t make up for years of living separately. It didn’t ease the loneliness she felt since childhood. Companionship, and kindness were very rare things in Jakku. Usually, they came at a price be it in the form of coins or....other services a woman could provide.
It never came to that. Rey was fortunate to never experience such a thing. There were times when she was barely able to find food. Or find items to barter for what she needed. The young woman went from having nothing to her name to anything she could want. Never in her wildest dreams did she think such a thing could ever happen. Not to her. She considered herself to be no one, at least no one worth mentioning or maybe even remembering.
If anything, she thought her life might end in battle, or of old age. It never crossed her mind that she’d find her mate.
Fate was full of surprises.
She blocked Jon’s parry, moving forward to try and push him back. Sparring helped ease the frustrations she felt. Though, there was part of her that did want to be closer to him. But, how to go about asking for that, she was unsure. The words were hard to form, stuck in her throat and unable to move. It wasn't something she did, asking for time or the affections of another. Gods, she never thought she’d want such a thing.]
I don’t think your council would approve of seeing me there, especially if I’m not dressed as a ‘lady.’
[ Full dress, hair done in some intricate fashion, and jewelry on her person. It would only way her down and it....it wasn’t her. She didn’t want to change who she was. ]
It shouldn’t bother me, I know, but it builds and grows more frustrating the more they talk about it.
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aside from JoffreyThinking Rey as a warrior in her own right, fighting at Jon's army and things happened?And thinking of share, calm, or comfort?]
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Maybe a share and comfort duo ? One of them calls out in the battle mentally and the other hurried to their side for comfort or helping? ]
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Ohhh, I like that idea. Or, instead of battle, they're training (for reasons?) and trying to deal with having titles thrust upon them at the same time?]
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Ohhh that would work well! ]
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[It had been a rather strange few days--or was it weeks now? The bastard of Winterfell had been crowned King--proving to the people that he could lead despite his birth, despite what others thought of him. He had protected his people, and defended through and through. All of it seemed like something from a fairytale, but Rey had been there to witness it for herself.
A lonely orphan, born in the sands of a desert country called Jakku. She wanted more for her life than to be sold off like livestock and produce children for some drunk lord or warrior. No, she wanted to learn, to travel, but she yearned for her family to come back to her. The hope of her family returning dwindled each year until she finally snapped out of it and journeyed across the sands. She gained different skills along her travels, learned different languages and sharpened her mind. She heard of the cause Jon was leading, and joined. Regardless of her gender, she still gave it her all.
The young woman met the future king on the battlefield. People shouting war cries, or from anguish of being slayed filled her ears as the she raised her sword to block or parry her opponent. Alive. She had to stay alive and keep fighting. Jakku did not kill her, and neither would this fight. She managed to stab her opponent and once she looked up she found herself staring at Jon Snow. Something in her mind clicked and despite her initial frustration, she knew what it meant.
As much as she wanted to deny it, he was her mate.
That battle felt like a lifetime ago, and now instead of training in campgrounds, she was training within the walls of a castle.]
Again.
[She blocked one strike, but her sparring partner was holding back. Jon was King, and he was her mate, which made her....something she was still struggling to deal with. A lady, a queen does not hold a sword. She heard over and over again until it was enough to tempt her to throw things, but found a better way to deal with her frustrations.
Sparring.
The poor man who had been assigned as her partner quietly nodded his head and returned to his stance. He wanted to go easy on her because of her status, or maybe because of her gender, but damnit she needed to feel like herself again. He moved to strike Rey again, repeating the same move, which she easily blocked again and moved to disarm him.
His practice sword fell to the ground and hers was pointed at his neck. Letting out a controlled sigh, Rey drew back her weapon.
So much for dealing with her frustrations.]
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[ Life flows quickly after a battle, the rain washing away any blood reminders of battle, the dead burned in pyres to both honor they’d fallen in battle or in honor of their deeds. Jon had only done what he’d felt had been right at the time, he always moved to try and do what was right for the people around him, his family. His people now that they’d crowned him king.
It wasn’t something he’d asked for, and he’d been hesitant to accept the title, but who else would lead? The North didn’t want to be part of the seven kingdoms ruled by an iron throne and a highborn brat. They’d rather be their own, ruled by their own. And Jon had lead his men to win that fight, to stake their claim on their own land.
The young woman on the battlefield he’d run into hadn’t surprised him in general. While the South in general, save for Dorne, frowned on women learning how to fight and use weapons, it’s not something Jon ever adhered to. Quite the contrary, he was all for people learning to fight if that was their wish, men or women. He’d even helped his youngest sister learn, much to the distain of her mother. What had struck him like a blow to the head had been that snap between them, a bond forming between two people that didn’t know each other, unbidden but as sure as the sun would rise each day.
He’d had a few things to do, to see to, but he’d made sure that the trainers were aware that if she wanted to spar they weren’t to say no to her. The men who had been telling her that a queen does not hold a sword were morons.
Jon admired Rey for her spirit and her fighting ability. The meeting with advisers was let out early and Jon watched from an archway as his mate took down the man she was sparring with. There’s just enough distance that she shouldn’t be able to feel that bond between them tell her where he is, but he knows she’s good enough she might still sense being watched as a whole. He could see where the man pulled his swings, moved slower than he was known to move, giving the session to his queen. But that’s not what she wants, she wants a real session.
Moving once it looked finished, Jon dipped to grab the practice sword where it had fallen. The blade is turned a little in his hand, adjusting to the weight of it, it’s lighter than Longclaw at his side. ]
Leave.
[ Her sparring partner bowed at them both before he slipped out of the way, toward where the weapons were stored. Jon settled into a waiting stance, brow arched at his mate. If she wanted to spar with someone who wouldn’t hold back, he’d be happy to give that to her.
Being this close to her, he can feel her agitation through their bond. He wanted to calm her, but he also wanted to give her an outlet she felt comfortable taking. ]
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[Rey felt a shift in the air, a sudden presence that brushed along the fringes of her mind. Jon was nearby, and if she had to guess, he was watching her poor excuse of a sparring session. She was used to harsher conditions, and more brutal fights. To have someone hold back was more than insulting, but they didn’t want to harm her. Which....was weird in itself.
Along with having ladies in waiting, there to dote on her. It was the complete opposite of her upbringing. Anyone else would’ve relished in it, whereas Rey....she was still adjusting.
She watched her mate enter her space, picking up the practice sword and dismissed her parent. Her agitation rolled off of her body in waves....but his presence helped curb some of her annoyance.
Rey stood there, analyzing his stance before lounging forward to strike. Something easy for him to block. ]
Enjoyed your meeting?
[ Talking helped...and kept her mind off what her next task would be: fittings for dresses that she had no business wearing. ]
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Not anyone else. Rey reminds him a lot of his sister Arya, wanting to throw expected propriety to the wind in order to live the life she wanted instead of the one expected. He's still settling into all that comes with being king himself, still waving people off so he could do things for himself. Being raised a bastard, he never would have imagined that this is where he'd end up, with all of these things his.
There's a pull to just wrap his arm around her, let his presence calm her down. But he doesn't think that will help as a whole, he hasn't known her long but she strikes him as a person that needs to work her muscles and wear herself out. At least he can still help her this way too.
He blocks her strike easily, moving into parry with his own. The move isn't slow, isn't pulled. She wants to spar, he'll give her a sparring session. If she doesn't block him, he'll hit her side with the practice sword, not hard enough to bruise but enough to feel it. ]
Boring mostly. You're more than welcome to join me if you want. I'm of a mind to have you be my equal, to help me and have a say.
[ He's already gotten to the seamstress. He'd asked her for a few options that contained pants for her as well. She'd tried to argue with him, but he'd stopped her and put his foot down about it. There's also going to be something tough and leather that she can wear when they need to go to battle again. He may not know Rey well yet, but he's trying. ]
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Rey was still learning about him. A bond didn’t make up for years of living separately. It didn’t ease the loneliness she felt since childhood. Companionship, and kindness were very rare things in Jakku. Usually, they came at a price be it in the form of coins or....other services a woman could provide.
It never came to that. Rey was fortunate to never experience such a thing. There were times when she was barely able to find food. Or find items to barter for what she needed. The young woman went from having nothing to her name to anything she could want. Never in her wildest dreams did she think such a thing could ever happen. Not to her. She considered herself to be no one, at least no one worth mentioning or maybe even remembering.
If anything, she thought her life might end in battle, or of old age. It never crossed her mind that she’d find her mate.
Fate was full of surprises.
She blocked Jon’s parry, moving forward to try and push him back. Sparring helped ease the frustrations she felt. Though, there was part of her that did want to be closer to him. But, how to go about asking for that, she was unsure. The words were hard to form, stuck in her throat and unable to move. It wasn't something she did, asking for time or the affections of another. Gods, she never thought she’d want such a thing.]
I don’t think your council would approve of seeing me there, especially if I’m not dressed as a ‘lady.’
[ Full dress, hair done in some intricate fashion, and jewelry on her person. It would only way her down and it....it wasn’t her. She didn’t want to change who she was. ]
It shouldn’t bother me, I know, but it builds and grows more frustrating the more they talk about it.