[ hey, i brought you this soulmate ]

[thefreakout]

soulmate meme ;
▸ 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:

Comments

as promised.... or threatened

[dyaddyissues]

[ Kylo Ren is not having a good day.

It's fairly typical for Kylo to have a bad day, but today has been unusually bad with Han Solo's appearance on base and he'd likely never forget the way the man had looked at him when he'd driven his lightsaber into his chest, or the hand on his face that might as well have left a burn on his flesh.

There was also.. the scavenger. She was powerful, she'd been able to resist his attempts into her mind -- untrained and force herself back into his own memories.

She'd also been the reason for the heat in his chest, and he's suddenly ... super thankful for his heavy black tunic that hid the glow he knew was there. As soon as he'd been free of the interrogation room he'd had his fears confirmed with a look under his clothing. When she appeared in the forest -- alone, after fleeing the base, Kylo was waiting for her. ]

[reydacted]

[ Rey had been living a perfectly nice, if not a little bit repetitive life on Jakku.

And then a droid had rolled into her life and disrupted it more than she could have ever imagined.

She hadn't felt it when she saw him on Takodana. It was only when she was strapped into the interrogation room, when he took off his mask that she felt her chest burning hot. No. No, no no, no...

It filled her with a fury, a kind of unchecked anger as he tried to dip into her mind and she pushed against him, pushed against this, surely a mistake, some trick of his to manipulate her.

Her rage only grows as she escapes to find him, to see him kill his own father. Merciless. Wicked.

She flees into the forest only to find him. It happens again, her chest burning bright under the thin shift of her desert garb. Her face twists into a snarl, disgust and fear flashing across her eyes as her hand tightens around the lightsaber. She spits out: ] Monster.

[dyaddyissues]

[ Creature in a mask. Now monster. Kylo waved the insult off; he was focused on one thing. Two things, now as he caught sight of the glow coming from her and felt the matching one burning hotly under his own clothing.

But also... what she held in her hand.

More importantly, what she held in her hand.

He unsheathed his own blade, the red and crackling glow casting a bloody shadow on the white snow beneath him and twirled it. ] You have something that belongs to me!

[reydacted]

[ Her mouth gapes, lips quaking but no noise escaping. Her knuckles are white around the hilt. She doesn't even consciously put together what he's saying. It's like the world is sort of muted behind the blood rushing in her ears.

His own father-- a father who gave a damn about him --had come to bring him own and had repaid him with a saber through the heart.

She lifts the saber and ignites it, before charging at him, hate and fear and rage radiating off of her. ]

[dyaddyissues]

[ Han Solo is dead and Kylo Ren has never felt so lost.

It was supposed to fix the broken cracks in his psyche where the light shone through and called him back. But all he can think of his father's last look and that hand upon his face. Forgiveness. He wants to be ill, crawl into a ball somewhere and let Chewie's bowcaster wound fester but he can't.

Instead there is this feral child, a scavenger, holding what is rightfully his and charging him down. He lets his own rage in, blotting out his guilt and pain.

Kylo doesn't want to hurt her, let her power be wasted when under the proper guidance it could flourish. He raises his saber to block her strike and steps back to gain leverage, forcing himself forward and pushing her back. ]

You don't know, do you? How much power you have. I could teach you to control it.

[reydacted]

[ While he might be pulling his punches, she holds no such qualms. Every strike he blocks, she doubles down to swing back. She's no stranger to a fight, but the saber balances differently in her hands compared to a staff. She's rough, unrefined. Dangerous to both of them in the way she swings wildly and stabs forward.

She hits the ground, strikes trees. It's untrained. It's raw. But that's appropriate really. That's how she feels. Wounded and hurt. Catching a glimpse of just a little bit of parental affection--- only to have it ripped from her.

She's lonely and angry. It cuts through her gut like a hot knife.

And he's taunting her. She's not sure how he's doing this, making her chest glow hot, trying to trick her into thinking she's bound to him, she's sure of it.

He's caught her, and their sabers are crossed, muscles screaming as it takes all her effort to hold him back.

Power. The word rings through her brain and her eyes are wide. She meets his gaze and-- she feels it. Something coursing through her veins. That same force that she had felt slot into place within her when she was strapped down in the interrogation room. She can let it guide her.

She doesn't need him for that. ]

No! I don't need your tricks-- your deception.

[ Whatever he's doing to have made her chest glow, a perversion of what should be a special bond. Clearly he is doing this, manipulating it somehow. Trying to take more from her, undoubtedly.

She grunts pushing forward again. She pulls a total dirty scavenger move, swinging her saber at his legs in an attempt to knock him off his feet. ]

[dyaddyissues]

[ She is so feral and untrained, it's a wonder to watch. If Kylo could stop and watch her movements and show her the way, he would.

It's not really not the time, not when she's actively trying to kill him. Like she is: right now.

(Maybe, he should let her.)

Han Solo is dead, and Kylo feels like his very soul has been split, the light that he'd been so trying to smother bleeding through in his guilt and anguish over the act. Snoke would reward him, though, he has finally proven that he is more than the weak willed little boy his Master thought of him.

If only he could convince himself of that, maybe he could convince Snoke. And if he brought him the scavenger, perhaps he would forgive him his weakness.

Red and blue on the snow under their feet, sabers locked in a deadly dance. She is strong, stronger than she knows. ]

I'm not lying to you. Don't you want to know how to control it? To master it? Think about it. You --

[ She swipes at him, and while Kylo had been expecting another high blow, she goes low in an underhanded move that he'd not been expecting, and he stumbles back. The bowcaster wound still smoldering on his side, blood dripping down onto the snow. ]