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The Immortal & Mortal Romance Meme

You'll outlive this person, it's a given. Their lifespan compared to yours is but a speck, an ant in the eyes of a god. You're immortal - or, at least, extremely long-lived - and they're doomed to die. Yet, somehow, you've begun to love them. Will you nip this in the bud and try to cut things out from the root...or will you let yourself be set up for inevitable loss?

how to play;

Comment with your character and your preferences (ie, m/f, no smut, etc). Also, be sure to include what part your character will play, otherwise you become nearly impossible to tag.
Reply to others.
Use my prompts or make up your own.

prompts;

unspoken: There's something between you that is more than platonic, and you both understand it though you've never discussed it.
pursuit: Someone admits their feelings; an attempt at courtship may begin, though what qualifies as "courtship" or "dating" may differ between the two of you.
push them away: You, the immortal, know you'll only watch the mortal die and no matter how you view them, you want them to look for someone better. So you'll try to drive them away from you.
inexperienced experience: Despite your many, many, many years, you actually have no experience in romance...or in sex.
unique show of affection: When you've been on this earth as long as you have, you may have ways to show your love that are beyond the norm.
actually forbidden: Your long-lived race is forbidden from romantically fraternizing with the ones
accept it: Damn all the consequences, you both know the risks. You want to be together.
lovemaking: The obligatory smut option. Is it as you'd expect, or do your differences raise their heads here, too?
differences: Speaking of differences, your cultures and your experiences sometimes clash. Do you work through them and learn from it or does one of you get frustrated?
condescending: Despite your years, it's important to remember to not be patronizing to your partner.
make the most: You only have a limited time together. Make every moment count.
baby mine: The two of you have an offspring. Who do they take more after...and will they have their immortal parent's traits?
come and go: A partner who has lived for centuries or longer may find themselves drifting away or finding they need to keep traveling as they always have, but they know there's always one place and one person they can return to.
i watched you change: You can only watch them grow older and weaker. They may doubt your love now that they are not as young or beautiful as they once were. There is no need for that.
the end of the line: Your love cannot keep them alive, but you will be with them in their last moments.
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immortal.

( Mortal )

[Immortal (kinda).]

( the still-very-young immortal. )

Edited 2019-07-04 02:13 (UTC)

[The immortal one. Not good at letting stuff go]

[ And to think, he kinda used to hate the mortals... ]

[You know, views change.

Muns have schmoopy needs.]

[ And sometimes Loki really does just need a hug. ]

[So many hugs]

[ And to make friends with a little girl who was too young to be afraid of him, and to watch her grow into the lovely young woman she is? ]

[Yaaaaaaaas. Would you mind starting?]

Admittedly, politics had never been her forte. As an only child of a military family, Aulea had been raised on the principles of discipline and respect. And as the sole heir to a militian legacy, she had also been taught from an early age to fight. The Kingdom of Lucius, after all, had been on the brink of war for generations. And after the long years spent hovering in this tense stalemate of a truce between them and the Empire, things were only getting worse.

It would be a matter of time before the damn would finally break open. Until then, she waited and trained; as was expected of her. And, in moments between, found peace where she could.

Today, it came in the form of what little bit of greenery that existed within the capital's walls, tucked away behind a cage of black marble and grey stone, trimmed in opulent gold. The Citadel stood tall and imposing as it ever had, shining like a beacon of hope and prosperity for all the citizens of Insomnia. Only a few trusted handful were ever gifted the privilege of walking its garden paths, and she had been glad to be considered among them, however precarious her actual rank.

Aulea would exploit any liberties she was given if it meant being allowed to hide away from the cruelties of the world in this little pocket of perfection.

That is where he will find her (if he's actually looking), pruning back the vines brought in from her last trip to Galahd and watering the wildflowers she'd found along the back roads of Duscae. She was off-duty for the day and dressed casually modest if not practical to account for the warmer temperatures that had blanketed the city for the past week, hair pulled to the side and braided out of the way in a lose plait.