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Wishing for Love Meme!

The Practical Magic Lover Meme!
(make a wish, you know you want to)

We all know how this goes, a childish, naive spell to outline a future lover. Someone kind, someone who likes the color red and fuzzy puppies. Or perhaps you wished when you were a little older, wanting someone adventurous and long haired to take you away from the life you know?

How it works

Post with your character/canon
Include in your post 'The Wish'. Don't make it too detailed, want someone rugged and handsome? Sure! Someone named Bill who only speaks French and has a birthmark of Venus on his thigh, well, that's a little too detailed and you may be lonely tonight.
Tag around to matching wishes!

Taggers

Read wishes! If your character can vaguely fit the parameters? Tag!

Scenarios:

You felt a pull when you were a child and went to go find it. Childhood sweethearts!
Life treated you poorly and love is a joke. Who is this person you're attracted to?!
You stumbled into each other when you were drunk in a strange city. What now?
You're not who I wished for! But you're kinda cute anyway...
I gave up on magic long ago, remind me why it's real?
We've been separated by a continent all our lives, can we overcome that?
We found each other...just as one of us was dying. Oops.
One or the other of us is already married! Oh...no....
Is this really love if it's a spell?
Create your own adventure!

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[Spock cannot help put shiver at the sudden contact...And once again, he is compelled.

He quickly calms himself as he moves slightly behind her ...his head comes to rest very close to hers as he points up at the night sky....]

It is there...

[Her pulse quickens, a burst of warmth flowing from her heart. What is it about him that inspires such strong feelings? She's not usually like this, but somehow, everything just feels...right. Even when he's standing close to her. ...Especially when he's standing close to her. Her gaze follows his outstretched hand, helping her to locate the distant sparkle and burn of a star's memory.]

It's beautiful.

[She smiles, not bothering to fight or question the impulse to tip her head until it rests against his. She simply does it.]

I'm glad I could see it.

[When her head leans against his, there is skin contact.... everything clicks into place.

The Vulcan practically jumps as T'hy'la! screams throughout his entire being... as if he had been electrified.

He stares at her, breathing heavily...]

How....?

[Orihime felt something as well, though for her, it was just a heightened sense of attraction and happiness at the contact. His reaction startles her, however. His eyes are so intense...!]

...Heh? How what...?

You...

How can...

[The Vulcan almost seemed to shake himself of the shock and once again approached the girl... calmly.]

Orihime, I made a wish tonight, and it appears to have come true....illogically.

[She's still confused, but she's not alarmed. Nothing about him feels threatening, and she's curious as to what he means.]

That's good, right? And if it came true, then it's okay to ask?

[Spock steals himself, then gently takes hold of her hand... ]

I had wished for my T'hy'la.... and she was given to me. [Spock pointedly looked at her.. a green blush staining his cheeks...]

I am not human Orihime...

I don't know what that is...

[She allows her hand to be taken, however, that same pulse of warmth in her heart spreading through her chest as his fingers meet hers. Not human...? His reiatsu is a little different, she supposes. And she's never seen someone blush green before.]

...is...that why you're so good at astronomy...?

T'hy'la is...

The translation is vague and its full meaning is lost... however, it means... everything. Soulmate.

I am Vulcan... that star I pointed out was my home.

...I believe you.

[There's more than enough evidence, and Orihime's always been very quick to adapt. But still...wow...her first alien encounter, and he's fallen in love with her? A blush of her own appears, her cheeks a rosy contrast to his green.]

But...why me? We only just met...

[Sometimes that's all it takes, though. She knows that very well.]

Vulcans are telepathic creatures... my mind recognized yours as T'hy'la the moment I saw you...

[In a bold move, Spock rubbed his fore and middle finger against Orihime's...]

Telepathic...? You can read my thoughts...?

[Did he know about earlier? That would be a little embarrassing. Even so, what are the odds that she would find him like this just after her heart had been broken? Was this really meant to be?]

[Her gaze shifts to their joined hands. She doesn't understand the gesture, but she smiles. It does feel kind of nice, and she's been starved for affection for a very long time.]

I would never read your thoughts against your will... but I cannot help but feel surface emotions.

You are... troubled. [Spock gives her a look... one of concern.]

I...

[She blinks, surprised. She'd given no indication of being upset, so if he can tell what she's feeling so easily, there must be truth in what he says. She smiles faintly, and inclines her head.]

You're right.

[It's not easy to admit, and yet, it's much easier than she thought it would be, considering they met only five minutes ago.]

I just...there's someone I cared about very much, and...

[Orihime shrugs, her smile growing wider, even as her eyebrows knit a little further upward.]

...and...he felt that way for somebody else. A friend. I can't be angry, but I'm not really sure how I can feel.

[Spock shifts so that his arms are suddenly around Orihime... as if shielding her.

A low growl emits from his chest.]

He is unworthy of you... You need no further concern yourself of him.

[Is he...angry for her...? The blush in her cheeks grows hotter as he holds her close to his strong chest. His embrace feels...strangely comforting. Nice.]

H-he's a good person...he saved my life, he just...he never knew. I didn't tell him.

[And she thought she'd missed her chance, but now, she's not so sure. Maybe he just wasn't the right one, and she was the one who was blind. She looks up at Spock, studying his face curiously. When she speaks, her voice is quiet.]

You care so much already...

[Are they his honest feelings? Or is it just what's expected of him? She knows nothing about his culture or behavior.]

Of course I do... it is only logical to care for ones T'hy'la...

[Spock hesitated...] I.... I can show you how much I do care...

It would involve me connecting us telepathically. Are you amenable to this?

[Her heart begins to beat faster. He's willing to show her his mind...that's incredibly intimate. It'll leave him vulnerable to her, won't it? And yet... Orihime nods once, slowly. She desperately needs to know that someone cares for her, to know why he cares...to feel like she's worth caring for.]

...Yes.

[Spock takes her once more by the hand, and leads her to a more secluded spot...

He wraps one arm around her... the other hand fitting over the psy-points on her head.

He looks into her eyes...]

My mind to your mind.... my thoughts to your thoughts.

[They are plunged into an inky darkness that is fluid with emotion, each one vying for Orihime's attention. The Vulcan's mind practically sang at her presence.
He gave her everything... there was nowhere in his mind that she was not allowed to go.]

[It's unlike anything she's ever felt before. It's so much to take in! She's never been in a place that has welcomed her with such warmth and enthusiasm. It feels like home, and family...something she hasn't had ever since her brother passed away.]

[She isn't sure where she wants to go, or if she can even move. So many wonderful emotions... Orihime feels herself drawn toward something vibrant and warm. That's where she wants to go first.]

[The Vulcan hums as she ventures towards his Katra...]

Orihime... if you go there, we will be linked forever... Exercise caution.

[She pauses, listening. The thought of belonging to someone forever is admittedly enticing. But if she goes there first, she knows she'll only be reacting to the pain of a broken heart. She wants to know him first...and to let him know her. Even if she is his soulmate, he should know all that she is -- her joy, her warmth, her insecurity, her jealousy. She has good points and bad ones. If he can accept all that she is...]

Where should I go first...?

[She ventures the thought carefully, unsure of how to respond, but trying to communicate just the same.]

...Are you seeing my mind too?

[Probably not. He'd said he wouldn't intrude without permission. She weighs this in her head for a moment.]

You have permission.

[Spock's mind gently embraces hers as he shows her everything about him...

Flashes of memory speed by.. Growing up on Vulcan, alone and misunderstood. The abuse at the hands of his peers. A child of two worlds, never completely accepted. His mother... defying the council, going instead to Starfleet. No love... no friendship. Along.

The destruction of Vulcan, the death of his mother....losing everything...

Showing him as he was now... Commander and First Officer of the Enterprise... friendships were beginning to happen.. but he was still very alone.]

Spock-san...

[Her heart aches for him. She can empathize with much of his pain, but some of it is still so fresh...is it any wonder, then, that he would be so willing to accept the appearance of a t'hy'la? His planet, his people, his family...to lose so much, and still stand strong is amazing to her. He's a good man.]

[And he needs her.]

The Enterprise. That's where you live now?

[She pauses.]

Is that were we would live?

Yes...[There was no hesitation... But would she be willing to separate herself from everything she knew here on earth?]

Are you capable of such a move?

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