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bakerstreet2020-03-27 06:33 am
thefreakout) wrote in bakerstreet2020-03-27 06:33 am
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[ hey, i brought you this soulmate ]
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂
type of au;
1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own
situation;
1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:
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[Now Jack's just... really confused. The guy seems so certain that it's impossible he has a soulmate, and what did he mean by 'people like me'? Jack sniffs the air surreptitiously, trying to figure out what could be going on. There's something about his scent that's... familiar, but different at the same time, something that makes Jack wish he had a better nose, or more experience out in the world.
He is, for one thing, pretty sure that the familiarity is down to the guy being a werewolf (and thank heaven for small mercies, at least, because not only would that maybe soften the blow when he told his father, it also meant he didn't have to try and explain what he was to an ordinary human), but all that really does is make him more confused - is the difference because he's a wolf but not pack, or something else entirely?]
I'm sorry, I don't understand. Why should everybody else get a soulmate and not you? [That was the thought he'd always clung to, in the depths of his despair, so maybe it would help his soulmate now. His soulmate. There's a smile threatening to break that's only just being held at bay by the confusion, because there's still a part of him that wants to start dancing around the street cheering.]
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Looks, actually looks, and realizes that - no, not a normal human. To all the natural senses of this form, the difference isn't obvious right now, human senses being much too dull to smell anything. But he can sense the unnatural, one of the first things that he learned how to do once he was old enough to learn Gifts, and whatever else this guy is, he's clearly a werewolf. Different kind of werewolf - he's met ones before that weren't like his own kind of werewolf, though not this specific kind of different - but definitely werewolf.
The question is, just how different? Would he know what a metis is?] Because I shouldn't have been born in the first place. [That's the source of everything in a nutshell, really.
But they were wrong, weren't they? Not about his birth, but about this. Because what else should it be? It behave exactly like a soulmate glow should...
And still. He still can't believe it. And he's sure he won't be the only one, and not everyone will be glad for him if it is what it looks like. And no matter if it is or isn't what he can't believe it is but what it seems to be, he'd rather know very exactly what is up before any other Fiann learns about this. Which means they should probably get somewhere less out in the open.]
We should get away from the street. [He looks up at the other werewolf, and then at their surroundings. Away from standing this out here in the open...]
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[He shouldn't have been born? Well that makes even less sense.
Jack, unfortunately, is woefully uneducated about other types of werewolf, all he knows is what his own pack has told him and their best interests were serve by telling him as little as possible about the way the world worked outside their little corner of it. He'd been raised with very specific ideas of what it meant to be a werewolf, of what pack meant. All of his brothers had, it meant that when they finally became old enough to venture out into the wider world they had a very solid idea of their place in it - it was easier for them, life in the pack hadn't been that difficult and it was easier for them to reject any other way than their own. For Jack, other ways meant other possibilities, other lives that weren't as hard or painful as his own.
Not that Jack realised it, but in many ways his pack resembled a cult more than anything else.
The suggestion to go elsewhere is the first thing his soulmate has said that didn't confuse him, and maybe when they were less in the open they could talk more freely and he could get some answers that untangled this whole mess, so he nods quickly in agreement.]
If we head out into the countryside a bit there's some good places we could sit that we wouldn't be disturbed. Not a lot of people in these parts go for nature hikes or the like... there's wolves in these woods. [he grins slighty at that little joke]
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Well, anyone else, that is.] Lead the way? [Since he doesn't know the area at all, and his companion (soulmate? should he really dare calling it that already?) clearly does.
He's just going to follow, and keeping looking at him, then cast a glance at their surroundings, then back at him again. This can't be, but if it can be - if this is really his soulmate? Who is he? What kind of person is he, what kind of werewolf is he, is he actually all that local... There are so many questions, and that's even before the dreadful thought of I'm only passing through, I'll have to leave again in a few days enters the picture at all.]
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[Jack leads them back out of town, slightly towards the farm but being very careful to keep outside of official pack territory - somebody might catch scent of his companion if they happened to walk this way, but they wouldn't get suspicious about it unless it strayed into their lands. He heads slightly off the beaten track into a small wooded area, and leads the other wolf down a slightly steep slope into a valley where there's a little outcrop of rocks near a stream. It's one of his favourite spots to go to - almost nobody is ever around there and it's far enough away from any walking trails that even if there were hikers, they didn't tend to come here.
He scrambles up onto one of the rocks and takes a seat, waiting until they're both settled before he speaks again]
So we shouldn't be disturbed here, we can talk more freely. um... I'm... I'm Jack, by the way.
[The glow has dimmed during their walk, but it's also a little more noticeable in the dappled shade of the trees, and he finds himself staring, fascinated.]
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For a long moment, he just sits there, looks at Jack - and then he reaches out, cautiously, his fingers seeking out the source of the glow on Jack's chest in wonder. Can that really be a reaction to him? If they are, it should feel... warm, he thinks, and like coming home. That's what his feels like when his hand comes to rest on Jack's chest, laying flat against the thin fabric over his heart.]
Colin, [he responds to the introduction rather belatedly, having been too taken with the glow, with needing to find out how it would feel, with needing to make sure that it wouldn't... repulse him, burn him, push him away, show him that he was wrong, that this is not for him, of course not.
But it is, isn't it? Through whatever clerical error there is, it seems like he has a soulmate after all. His eyes come back up from where they were glued to his hand on Jack's chest, nothing but reverent wonder now where there was confusion and worry before.] I never thought I would... [He's still not over it. But he's starting to embrace it.]
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[Jack waits patiently as those questing fingers reach out, something cautious in Colin's movements that somehow remind Jack of himself. The touch of Colin's hand to his chest is at once electrifying and reassuring - he really isn't used to people touching him in anything resembling an affectionate way and he can feel the warmth of Colin's hand spreading across his whole chest, as though the glow itself is warming in response to that touch.
He can almost see in Colin's face as the reality of it starts to sink in, and that's reassuring too. The disbelief had been starting to feel a little personal, however much Jack could tell there was more going on than he realised - and that was the part he wanted to get to the bottom of, wanted to understand why Colin felt like this was so impossible.]
Why is that? If.. If you don't mind telling me, why did you think you would never find a soulmate?
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The hand that was touching Jack is dropping now as well, grabbing the baseball cap and kneading it as he watches the other young man's face intently for reactions. Half expecting him to recoil, to say that there's some mistake, to tell him to go away. Yet he pushes on - in case Jack doesn't know. It might not be a thing with his kind of werewolf. He can hope.] I'm not - I shouldn't have been born. My parents should never have mated, never had offspring together. I'm wrong. So why should there be a soulmate for me?
I don't understand... [All his life everyone has been so sure that of course there's never going to be one, and yet- and yet. His eyes cling to Jack's face, hoping against all hope that he's not going to pull away, that he won't leave.]
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[The word means nothing to him, and Jack opens his mouth to ask what that actually means when Colin removes his cap and shows the third eye. He frowns slightly in confusion, because he's certainly never heard of a werewolf with anything like that before, and he's also a little sad - he can understand why Colin feels the need to hide it away, but it looks so irritated and painful he must be in constant pain...
He reaches out almost desperately to grab hold of Colin's hand, to squeeze it reassuringly. He wishes he could take away all that insecurity and pain, it's almost painful for him to see someone going through such obvious suffering - worse still when that someone is his soulmate.]
That's not fair... you can't... why should you be punished for your parents' mistakes? Why shouldn't you have your chance at happiness, just because you're... just because we're not what they wanted us to be, that shouldn't mean we don't deserve somebody...
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But. That's not now. Now is...] As long as you don't mind that I got you... [that you got me] ...that's the important part. [He looks up, furtively, and then very quickly and awkwardly asks:] Can I kiss you?
[Maybe that will make it real. Maybe that will lend credibility to this situation that he still can't quite believe. Maybe - he's always wondered what it feels like. Kissing someone. He's never dared before, but if Jack is really his soulmate, then he's allowed, right?]
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Of course I don't mind!
[Jack is quick to reassure, almost before Colin gets the words out. He's only got first impressions to go on, sure, but Colin is pretty cute and he seems like a sweet guy, Jack is kind of excited to get to know him - he's excited to get to know anybody that isn't his asshole family, admittedly, but the fact that Colin's his soulmate just makes it extra special.
At the request, he blushes deeply - he's never kissed anyone before, but a part of him is kind of glad of that fact, it makes it sort of extra special. He nods eagerly]
Y-yes. Yes. Of course you can.
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...well, experience always has to start somewhere, right?
He leans in, a bit clumsy, a bit nervous, but determined. It takes him a moment to find Jack's lips, and then he realizes with a flash in the back of his mind should I have put a hand on his knee or something first but it's too late, so he just. Does the thing? and presses his lips against Jack's.
It's... different. No fireworks go off, no heaven's gates open or any of that, but it is a nice sensation, and it is more intense than what he imagined. He'd run his own fingers over his lips before, wondering what kissing would feel like, pressed his lips against the back of his hand after the hero of a book that he was reading kissed his partner to try and imagine what was happening. But this, this is different - the skin of Jack's lips much softer, the shape varied and rounder and yielding and another person.
It doesn't last long - he really didn't balance himself well before leaning over and needs to lean back before he overbalances - but when he pulls back, there's a wide, stupid smile on his face. This is what it is, isn't it? His soulmate. He's kissing his soulmate. And they can do this many times again.]
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[Jack is about to confess he doesn't think he'll be any good either, but Colin is already leaning in. Their lips press together and it's... nice. A little awkward, certainly not earth-shattering, but it doesn't need to be. Nice is perfect. Better than perfect.
It's sweet and gentle and soft and everything he wanted it to be, actually, so when Colin leans back the smile on his face is echoed on Jack's own. He ducks his head sheepishly, knowing he's blushing.]
That was lovely... thank you. Um, I mean... I don't know if you're supposed to thank people for kisses but.. I liked it. So thank you.
[He bites down on the urge to keep rambling and looks back up at Colin, unable to keep the smile off his face]
I can't believe this is happening... it's kind of crazy.
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...I should probably have tried to learn more about you than your name before kissing you, though. [It's teasing; he absolutely doesn't regret the order of things. Sure, it might not be a traditional order of things... though if you believe romance novels, it might be. But then, even someone who grew up in a basement (literally, if only for the first few years of his life) realizes that they don't necessarily reflect correct social behaviour and reality in general.] Tell me more about you? [That, however is serious. He wants to know more about Jack. His soulmate. His soulmate.
He needs to know more. Needs to know if he has a pack, hoe tied to his place he is, if there's any chance of him coming with Colin... But, that's preposterous. He can't just ask someone to uproot his entire life for him. Even if he's his soulmate. His soulmate. It still makes him grin like a lunatic just thinking that. He has a soulmate. And the soulmate is honestly very handsome, if in a slightly unfinished sort of way (but then, they're both young still and it's not like a few more years of life will probably take care of that, it's not like Colin himself has that gangly youth in him still at times), and also just very ...cute. Nice. Unthreatening. Which is an ridiculous thing to say about a werewolf, of course, but Colin can't but think, hope, that his soulmate will treat him well. He has so far, and he seems ...nice. He really has no other word for it. Nice in the very best meaning of the word.]
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oh, yea, I guess so [Jack chuckles sheepishly, running an awkward hand through his hair. He doesn't regret it any more than Colin does, in fact he's a little nervous that Colin might decide he wants nothing to do with him the more he learns - and at least this way he got to kiss his soulmate at all. He hopes that Colin's own obvious insecurities, and the fact he's clearly kind of an outcast himself, will make him more sympathetic, but it's hard to push past years of being told that the world works in certain ways and convince yourself it's anything else.]
Um... well, I live not far from here. My pack's territory is just a little over that way, [he waves his hand to indicate, then pauses because he isn't sure what else he needs to explain. Colin's life as a werewolf is clearly a little different to his own, and he isn't sure how different]
My pack is my family.. like, um, literally. My dad's the alpha. I'm.. I'm the runt... I mean I guess that was probably pretty obvious just looking at me, I'm kinda.. well. My brothers used to say I didn't have a soulmate, because nobody would ever want a runt, but.. I.. I guess we showed them, huh?
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No, he decides. That question will have to happen eventually, but not know.] But you are cute, [he protests, realizes what he said, and quickly follows it up with,] I mean, I'm sure you're strong, too, [because he didn't mean to offend,] but there's many people out there who wouldn't even know what a runt is. [Just like there are many people out there who don't know what a metis is, and yet he still thought - but, his brain supplies, that's different. He shouldn't have been born. Runts are a natural part of some births.
He did mean that part about Jack being cute, though. Handsome. Colin has never allowed himself to ruminate on what his type would be in any gender, it would just have reminded him of what he couldn't have. Has never fantasized about what his soulmate would be like, even when others around him did. So he can't say if Jack lives up to expectations or not.
But, he thinks, Jack is certainly not not his type. And his last comment makes him laugh, breaking some of the tension, momentarily making the prospect of telling others - Jack's family, his own tribe and pack - less daunting.] We sure did. [On impulse, he puts the baseball cap down and he reaches out, taking Jack's hands with his. ...he's not sure where to go from there, but he just wants that connection.]
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[Jack blushes crimson at the compliment, ducking his head sheepishly.]
Stronger than a person, sure, but not compared to other wolves, not even a little... [he's never won a fight against any of his brothers, not once. The idea that other people don't know what a runt is, well, it's a little comforting - but at the same time he's glad that Colin seems to, trying to explain how much better his entire family was would probably ruin this thing they had, or make him regret the fact that it was Jack he was tied to. At least that was how Jack saw it - a lifetime of being told you weren't as good as anyone else tended to stick]
[He grins shyly as Colin takes his hand, squeezing gently and enjoying the contact, the affection. This was his soulmate, he was still a little giddy about it, and suddenly with him there the future looked that little bit brighter. Jack had no idea how it was going to work out, but he wanted to try and figure it out]
I'm really glad I found you.
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[And he would love to leave it at that, but the statement does very directly beget a question. And where do we go from here? It's just as well that he can hold on to the other young man, keep Jack's hands firmly in his own. Saying, without words I'm not going to let go of you any time soon.]
You don't have to be stronger than others. You just have to be strong with others. That's the point of a pack. Someone is the strongest, and someone is the fastest, and someone is the best at sneaking into places, someone knows the most about one thing or the other, someone's good with people... [he shakes his head.] It's the same as how a pack only needs one alpha. The more different things the members can bring to the table, the better.
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Oh... I never really thought about it like that...
[For a moment he looks brighter, encouraged by the statement. He doesn't need to be big and strong like his brothers, he just needs to have some kind of... oh. His face falls.]
But I'm not really the best at anything... nothing my family cares about anyway...
[Jack had always been more studious than his brothers, always hungry for information - sometimes it got him in trouble, when he asked questions his father didn't want to be asked. Their father drilled into them that pack protocol, pack history, it was all important, they had to remember it so they could pass it down to their children. His brothers always got in trouble for forgetting things.
Somehow, Jack never got any praise for remembering it all. Mostly he just got beat up by his brothers for showing them up.]
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Like he himself has found with his pack, away from the people that he grew up with back at his tribal Sept.]
What are you good at?
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Oh... well I like to learn things, I guess I'm pretty good at that. I remember all the pack lore and history that my father teaches us, some of it is really interesting... I don't know if that really counts, though...
[He wracks his brain, trying to think of something he can do that might actually impress Colin, but he can't think of anything. It's not that he doesn't have talents, he's just spent too long being told all his talents are worthless. So instead, he turns the tables/]
What are you good at?
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But he's getting ahead of himself. That is a lot to assume after they've known each other for this short a time, that Jack would uproot all of his life like that just to come with him. That he would even want that.]
That sounds great! Not my own field at all, my speciality is ...dealing with spirits, and such, but- [How does he even describe it.] It's a very respected ability among my kind of werewolf.