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."
[Legit something her species does, but the odds are this is a cross-species romance and your guy may or may not know it? Also cross-canon and Natalie Portman face-twin confusion are both super welcome.]
[ 25+ characters pls, and he's going to be grumbly if his mate's not a water breather, but we'll get him to chill. definitely no on cheating, distaste, or death. ]
( gwen has never been sure whether or not she envies those who've bonded to their partners; the reassurance of a continuous link, of never truly being alone. then again: never truly being alone. being known in a way she finds hard to imagine, and can't be entirely sure she wants. the silence in her own mind is a comfort and a millstone both. no thoughts but her own. no one who might interrupt, or examine—
she's at an event in gotham when it changes. it's not obvious, immediately. it's nothing like the clear-as-a-bell connection that she's heard described in tones of yearning and horror both. at first, it blurs into the ambient conversation around her that she isn't really paying attention to, smiling and nodding and looking past the people around her while dangling a champagne flute she isn't really drinking from. it's a nudge at the edge of her awareness, it's—
she frowns into her glass. it's like someone's watching her, but that's not it. it's an...awareness. she sets her shoulders. )
[ He's trying to play diplomat, emphasis on try when he's distracted. Orm pauses for a second, his eyes flaring bright blue before he excuses himself.
She's here, and he had to find her. He moves away from the small group of people he had been trying to persuade into agreeing to sit for treaty talks, his eyes scanning the room. He could feel her thoughts at the edge of his, melting into them, the boundary of her and him blurring.
He spots her finally, dark-haired, and so tiny that he felt an instant surge of protectiveness.
Orm makes his way to her, focused solely on her, his mate. Finally. ]
he's halfway across the room to her when she turns, looking straight ahead of her and then up, slightly, and taking in the whole of him and the purpose of his approach. it occurs to her only momentarily to just turn around on her heel and walk straight out, and then she thinks: maybe that's not actually a terrible idea, like, not doing whatever this is about to be in the middle of a crowded room.
what is this about to be?
she sets her half-empty glass down on a passing server's tray and straightens. adjusts her hair, somewhat awkwardly, aware that his purposeful walk is beginning to draw attention. )
( she still hasn't completely ruled out bolting, but she is increasingly aware that the tamped down panic she's feeling is something he can feel her feeling and she is trying, hard, to choke that down before it spirals. it takes her a moment to find her voice and answer, )
All right, ( handling herself a little like she's a skittish animal. breathe out. breathe out.
she steps past him for the balcony, her hands flexing at her sides, apparently simply taking for granted that he'll follow in her wake. which only belatedly seems to occur to her might have been inappropriate—to presume that of royalty.
the thought doesn't actually make her stop, but it does cross her mind as she catches her hand on the balcony's balustrade. )
[ Orm sighed a little internally at Gwen's skittishness, and followed her, not really caring that she had ordered him around, and he was a Prince of Atlantis.
He stops close to her, and rests his hands on the balustrade as well, instead of touching her like he dearly wished. ]
so that's promising. and tolerant of her imperiousness, which will probably be useful because if this is anything to go by, she isn't likely to lay off. )
[[This has a canonical bent for her, though in that case she lost her one true mate and went through a ton of partners looking for them again. No cheating or death, and ask about obsession first.]]
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bakerstreet2019-10-20 06:36 pm
Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA
Ariadne | Original | F/M
Orm Marius (Ocean Master) | DCEU | M/F
imprint / share.
she's at an event in gotham when it changes. it's not obvious, immediately. it's nothing like the clear-as-a-bell connection that she's heard described in tones of yearning and horror both. at first, it blurs into the ambient conversation around her that she isn't really paying attention to, smiling and nodding and looking past the people around her while dangling a champagne flute she isn't really drinking from. it's a nudge at the edge of her awareness, it's—
she frowns into her glass. it's like someone's watching her, but that's not it. it's an...awareness. she sets her shoulders. )
no subject
She's here, and he had to find her. He moves away from the small group of people he had been trying to persuade into agreeing to sit for treaty talks, his eyes scanning the room. He could feel her thoughts at the edge of his, melting into them, the boundary of her and him blurring.
He spots her finally, dark-haired, and so tiny that he felt an instant surge of protectiveness.
Orm makes his way to her, focused solely on her, his mate. Finally. ]
no subject
he's halfway across the room to her when she turns, looking straight ahead of her and then up, slightly, and taking in the whole of him and the purpose of his approach. it occurs to her only momentarily to just turn around on her heel and walk straight out, and then she thinks: maybe that's not actually a terrible idea, like, not doing whatever this is about to be in the middle of a crowded room.
what is this about to be?
she sets her half-empty glass down on a passing server's tray and straightens. adjusts her hair, somewhat awkwardly, aware that his purposeful walk is beginning to draw attention. )
—hi.
no subject
My name is Orm Marius. May I speak to you on the balcony?
no subject
All right, ( handling herself a little like she's a skittish animal. breathe out. breathe out.
she steps past him for the balcony, her hands flexing at her sides, apparently simply taking for granted that he'll follow in her wake. which only belatedly seems to occur to her might have been inappropriate—to presume that of royalty.
the thought doesn't actually make her stop, but it does cross her mind as she catches her hand on the balcony's balustrade. )
no subject
He stops close to her, and rests his hands on the balustrade as well, instead of touching her like he dearly wished. ]
Thank you for letting me speak to you.
no subject
so that's promising. and tolerant of her imperiousness, which will probably be useful because if this is anything to go by, she isn't likely to lay off. )
Uh.
You took me a little off-guard.
no subject
[ quietly as he assesses Gwen from the corner of his eye. ]
brigitte fitzgerald | ginger snaps (1 or 2) | ota
Hero Robot "No. 2" | Electroma | OTA
Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA
tifa lockhart | ffvii | m/f
euphemia li britannia | code geass | m/f
kazami tachibana | root double | m/f
jacob black | twilight saga
no subject
Vish | OC | OTA
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Loki | Dogma
Paul Lahote | Twilight
Zero Two | DARLING In The FRANXX | F/M
Ethan Steiner | Teen Wolf | M/M
Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | M/M
Renly Baratheon | Game of Thrones | M/M
akemi morishita | original | m/m
Colaidos | Greek mythology OC | f/m
jyn erso || rogue one || ota
cassian andor || rogue one || ota
Makoto Kino | Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | OTA