[ 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

[reydacted]

[ His words hang awkwardly in the air, and she's not sure she wants to do this. Well, scratch that-- it's easy to want to do it, to want to indulge in that curiosity, scratch the itch to know more, one that she mostly buried while counting days in the desert.

But she guesses they're doing this. ]

No. I wouldn't have. Brooding isn't worth the time.

[ It hardly seems practical, and it doesn't get you far when anything but survival can't help but be top of mind. They'd be quite the pair, she thinks. Scholarly, serious, and brooding juxtaposed with her scrappy resilience and the optimism that she knows is a bit unearned and might have exasperated him given what she knows from Han now.

She can't quite tell if this is helping more than it's hurting for either of them. ]

He didn't ever say anything..?

[ She taps her wrist, even if that's not necessarily where her name was inscribed. ]

[scruffier]

[ He shakes his head, just a little. ]

Not to me. Or Leia, I don't think.

[ She would have said something. Maybe not early on, she might not have betrayed it if Ben shared it in confidence-- and maybe to spare Han's ego, because isn't that the sort of thing a boy should tell his father? But after everything-- if she'd had any hint, any lead, any scrap of information that might have meant something it would have spilled out. They shared everything so fully, at first, in that flood of grief; and then they followed different trails until they lost sight of one another, more or less, and it just seemed simpler to stay that way.

He misses her as much as he ever has. But he knows what she sees when she looks at him. So apart they stay. ]

I think-- well, I don't know, [ he admits. Isn't that the problem? They never knew him well enough, in the end. ] But like I said, he was serious. Maybe he didn't want to say anything until he knew more about you.

[ Not that it would have mattered. They would have tried to find her. In those happier days they would have welcomed her with open arms, and under the circumstances Han obviously knows he'd have gotten along well with his presumptive daughter-in-law. But it's easy to imagine the Ben he remembers being cautious- wanting to understand before he took a step. Ben, who did so well at so many things and struggled to contain his frustration when he didn't. Maybe he just wanted to be less of an awkward screwup than his old man, whose first encounter with his wife ended up being chased down a trash chute.

There's all that bantha fodder about avoiding attachment the old Jedi used to prattle about, and sometimes Han wonders if maybe Ben took that to heart. He's not sure how; not when Luke radiated love for his family like a blue star. But he doesn't know. Can't know. ]