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."
[ Something had shifted when he'd seen Sansa at the Wall. Coming out of the building to see her standing there in the coutyard of Castle Black. She'd been the last person that he'd expected to see, and yet she'd been the person he'd needed to see everything. That snap he'd felt in his very soul hadn't had a long time to figure out what it meant though, before he'd been off to do exactly what Sansa wanted, and deep down what he'd known was what was right. Taking back Winterfell.
The battle had been hard, and he'd nearly lost his life until Sansa had come through with the army from the Vale, saving him. Most of the day had been spent trying to clear out the Bolton trash, rehanging the Stark banners, and generally getting everyone settled. Dinner was a quiet affair as they ate with some of the army that had helped them get their home back.
As people go their separate ways, Jon's hand slides around Sansa's and he quietly leads her to his room. His heart is hammering in his chest with her near and he's desperate to know if this raw feeling he's had since they separated is felt by her as well. ]
[ Sansa had felt the same snap when she arrived at the Wall. Seeing him again for the first time in years. Seeing how different he looked compared to when they were younger. She had thought it was just relief. The overwhelming sense of home in finally seeing another family member again. Another Stark.
She hadn't thought it was more than that.
Until the battle neared, until the threat of losing more than just their home again seemed more and more likely. Sansa did what she thought was necessary to win even if it meant letting Lord Baelish think he could win her love (or more). It was worth it to save Jon, to save their home.
With the Boltons gone in every sense of the word, her friends and family there with her, Sansa wondered when the feeling would ever be soothed. She was still wondering through dinner and even when Jon's hand found hers. She goes with him silently, squeezing his hand and knowing she could never thank him enough for what he's done for her. For them.
She waits until they are in his room before she blurts out, apologetic, ]
I know I should've told you about Littlefinger and the Vale but I--
[ She hadn't even been sure they would come in time. ]
[ He's going to hate that she let Lord Baelish thing he could win her heart or body, claw at something raw and primal in him. It didn't matter that he needed the help, and it didn't matter that he would have died without it. The thought of anyone touching Sansa like that only caused him to want to stake his claim on her, mark her and make her his.
It was a very wolfish feeling. A mate feeling.
But he's never had a mate, obviously, so he doesn't know what this between them is. If it's one sided. If he's just being possessive over the family member that's with him, the one he wants so desperately to keep safe and do right by. He wants her to be able to feel at home in their home, with him.
As she starts that apology, he squeezes her hand where they're still joined, his other sliding to cup her cheek gently. His thumb slides along her cheek gently, wanting to soothe away her feeling of having to apologize. ]
We needed them. You have nothing to apologize for, Sansa.
[ He gives a breath and rests his forehead against hers. ]
[ She sighs softly at his reassurance, closing her eyes when their foreheads touch, comforted deeply by the contact. She doesn't want to think about Littlefinger and what he wants (which she's known ever since they were at the Vale). It should've been so obvious to her. The way he looked at her, always tried to touch her.
How could she have known such a thing? Her mother had never prepared her for any of it. Only when looking back, does it make sense why her mother never wanted her to go to the capital.
Shaking her head slightly, she opens her eyes and leans away from him. ]
What he wanted to hear. He claims he loves me but I don't think he can ever love anyone as much as he loves power.
[ Power through knowledge and favors. He had taught her that and while she was a slow learner by her own admission, she did learn. And learn well. ]
I wonder now if he always meant to teach me as his prodigy or groom me as his wife.
[ He can feel how she relaxes into his touch some, how it seems to comfort her. It causes him to keep his hands around her a little so even as she leans away she won't get too far. He'll let her go if she really wants him to, but he's hoping she won't mind that he's trying to keep her close, at least a little bit.
It makes him feel better to have her close. Even if the talk of Littlefinger raise his hackles a little more. ]
Either way, he won't have you as his wife, Sansa.
[ That comes out a little harsher than he meant it to, more possessive and a tad jealous if he's being honest with himself. He hates that someone else was thinking of her that way, but also, maybe more so, it's that she was being used as a pawn to get her there too. ]
[ Sansa's eyes widen slightly at the way he says it, never having heard Jon sound like that before. But she just shakes her head again, slowly, her smile to him soft. Understanding, ]
No, it's... it's good to hear someone else say it. For so long I've been told by this person or that who I would marry. Who I had to. Never given a choice.
[ She leans in to press her forehead to his again, eyes closed and relishing the contact. One "wolf" to another. ]
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The battle had been hard, and he'd nearly lost his life until Sansa had come through with the army from the Vale, saving him. Most of the day had been spent trying to clear out the Bolton trash, rehanging the Stark banners, and generally getting everyone settled. Dinner was a quiet affair as they ate with some of the army that had helped them get their home back.
As people go their separate ways, Jon's hand slides around Sansa's and he quietly leads her to his room. His heart is hammering in his chest with her near and he's desperate to know if this raw feeling he's had since they separated is felt by her as well. ]
it's perfect! thank you!
She hadn't thought it was more than that.
Until the battle neared, until the threat of losing more than just their home again seemed more and more likely. Sansa did what she thought was necessary to win even if it meant letting Lord Baelish think he could win her love (or more). It was worth it to save Jon, to save their home.
With the Boltons gone in every sense of the word, her friends and family there with her, Sansa wondered when the feeling would ever be soothed. She was still wondering through dinner and even when Jon's hand found hers. She goes with him silently, squeezing his hand and knowing she could never thank him enough for what he's done for her. For them.
She waits until they are in his room before she blurts out, apologetic, ]
I know I should've told you about Littlefinger and the Vale but I--
[ She hadn't even been sure they would come in time. ]
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It was a very wolfish feeling. A mate feeling.
But he's never had a mate, obviously, so he doesn't know what this between them is. If it's one sided. If he's just being possessive over the family member that's with him, the one he wants so desperately to keep safe and do right by. He wants her to be able to feel at home in their home, with him.
As she starts that apology, he squeezes her hand where they're still joined, his other sliding to cup her cheek gently. His thumb slides along her cheek gently, wanting to soothe away her feeling of having to apologize. ]
We needed them. You have nothing to apologize for, Sansa.
[ He gives a breath and rests his forehead against hers. ]
What did you have to promise him to help?
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How could she have known such a thing? Her mother had never prepared her for any of it. Only when looking back, does it make sense why her mother never wanted her to go to the capital.
Shaking her head slightly, she opens her eyes and leans away from him. ]
What he wanted to hear. He claims he loves me but I don't think he can ever love anyone as much as he loves power.
[ Power through knowledge and favors. He had taught her that and while she was a slow learner by her own admission, she did learn. And learn well. ]
I wonder now if he always meant to teach me as his prodigy or groom me as his wife.
[ Probably both since King's Landing. ]
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It makes him feel better to have her close. Even if the talk of Littlefinger raise his hackles a little more. ]
Either way, he won't have you as his wife, Sansa.
[ That comes out a little harsher than he meant it to, more possessive and a tad jealous if he's being honest with himself. He hates that someone else was thinking of her that way, but also, maybe more so, it's that she was being used as a pawn to get her there too. ]
Sorry. I mean, not if you don't want it.
/pretends this isn't 4ever late
No, it's... it's good to hear someone else say it. For so long I've been told by this person or that who I would marry. Who I had to. Never given a choice.
[ She leans in to press her forehead to his again, eyes closed and relishing the contact. One "wolf" to another. ]