THE SOULMATE MEME

[mypowerpole]

The Soulmate Meme

A soulmate (or soul mate) is believed by some to be the person with whom one has a feeling of deep or natural affinity, similarity, love, sex, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality, or compatibility. In our world, the concept of soulmates is quaint, but frankly antiquidated. But somewhere out there, in the vast cosmos, there is a world that still values this tradition. No, not just values. Society is practically built around it. After all, they've found the powers of the soulmates. When they're together, both halves of the whole can find a peace that is desired by all; not only that, either, but also the two can unlock the. Everyone is believed to have a soulmate, and those who have yet to find there's a sense of emptiness that cannot be filled by other distractions. There are few limits on who can be destined for each other. The fates have often chosen people completely opposite of each other, some even on opposing sides or factions. Attraction between soulmates is instantaneous upon the first meeting, though relationship styles can very. It's almost always romantic, but sometimes not sexual, despite that usually being the case. Some even say that procreation can only be done by soulmates, but that's only a rumor and highly untested. Yet this bond is not always sunlight and rainbows. You'll practically feel each other emotions The problem, of course, comes in finding one (if you even want to at all, as some rebel against the system as much as they can). How many people are out there, and what's the probability of finding them in a lifetime? What if they're not in the same country or even the same planet! There's also the dilemma of having only one soulmate. Though people can have plenty of lovers, those in this world can only find true satisfaction from their other half. It's a twisted and difficult web, and sometimes unmatched people can face prejudice from those around them and the established order, but finding that one special person is said to trump all of that. HOW TO PLAY: 1. Comment with your character 2. Reply around, using whatever option you want OR the RNG. 3. Play out some threads. Be soulmates, friends, other lovers, etc.

Prompts

1. First Meeting: You'll feel the spark almost on first sight. Yes, he's not your type. No, she's is a villain and your a hero. It doesn't matter. You can't chose these things. 2. Not Accepting: No, this person can't be it! They're so...so not what you've expected! 3. We Belong Together: You've decided to come together, like it's intended, and you're reaping the benefits. 4. Like Ships in the Night: The obligatory sex option. The two of you are cementing your bond in the most traditional of ways, and you'll soon learn that sex with others can't compare to sex with someone who's completely yours. 5. Stronger as Two: In battle or in life, the two of you combined are unstoppable. 6. There's Someone Else You've met your soulmate...but you're with someone else. Now that you know your other half is out there for sure, can you keep that up? 7. Love Will Tear Us Apart: Someone is hurting one half of the pair, and it's bringing pain to both of you. Maybe you can protect or save the other. 8. Not Fortune's Fool: You're flying solo. You have no intention of becoming a matched pair. Forget about what anybody else says, just focus on you. 9. Soulmates Never Die: Except when they do. Somehow, yours has passed on or is dying in your arms, leaving you alone in the world. How do you feel? 10. WILDCARD: Choose your own.

Comments

[i_favour_you]

[he, conversely, stays perfectly still. Unwilling to break this, unwilling to become too wrapped up in it that, should she vanish, his heart breaks.]

Who says I'm not?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[At his barely controlled stillness, she continues moving, curving around until she is just out of arm's reach, to his side.]

Then I'd wonder just what you were trying to prove.

[i_favour_you]

You'd be the only one who would know.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She steps close, her cool fingers resting on his forearm.]

And you wouldn't?

[i_favour_you]

[he takes a breath as he feels her fingers on his arm. She feels so real. He wants her to be real. He turns his head to face her.]

How are you here, Irene?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[As he turns his head to face her, she takes a step behind him. Now that she was close, to stay just out of his direct vision.]

Have you already discarded the obvious answer? Dream. Hallucination. A blip in the circuitry of an overtaxed and unemotional mind.

[i_favour_you]

That simple, is it?

[he lets out a low, humorless laugh]

Of course, you'd never be completely agreeable in my fantasies, either.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[A laugh, in strict contrast to his, hers is full of razor-sharp amusement.]

I know what you like. Would you rather the answer be simple, grit in the lens and all that, or a more complex problem?

[i_favour_you]

And what would you prefer, Irene? If you were to suddenly see me?

[womanwhobeatyou]

Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult, Sherlock? That we are that similar.

[i_favour_you]

Neither.

It was a question.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her fingertips trace up his arm, and her breath is warm against his ear as she answers.]

A question you pose to what is, ostensibly, a figment of your imagination. In that case, you already know the answer.

[i_favour_you]

[He shuts his eyes at the feeling of her breath against his ear. Where another Sherlock might've tried to hide the shudder from her touch, this one doesn't bother hiding that. He knows attraction and arousal well.]

Are you implying you can't surprise me?

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her lips curve into a pleased smile at the shudder he doesn't bother to suppress, and her hand stills at his shoulder, her fingertips resting against his collarbone.]

Wrong assumption. Let's say I'm hypothetically curious how you'll interpret being surprised by your subconscious.

[i_favour_you]

I'm simply wondering if you know the answer to the question at all.

[he turns to look at her again, his eyes immediately dropping down to her mouth. He has never been one to be subtle in his sexual desires, simply subtle in his methods of deduction.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[His eyes linger on her mouth, and her grip tightens on his shoulder, pushing downward, as if to force him to his knees.]

You're hardly giving me incentive to share, as you haven't answered any of mine.

[i_favour_you]

[He doesn't move at first, letting her grip tighten and relishing in it. In the strength of her hand on his arm and there and it doesn't matter if it's a hallucination and---

He slowly moves downwards with her push, moving carefully to his knees, but keeping his eyes upwards on her face.]

Perhaps I did, and you simply didn't observe the answer.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Her smile is cold, like steel blades and ice, as he kneels. Somewhere outside the walls of the brownstone, the sound of footsteps, perhaps just a jogger running past, or approaching. She steps around him until she's face-to-face again, one hand still on his shoulder, and the perfectly shaped nail of one finger on the other tracing along the line of his jaw.]

Now, how likely do you think that really is, Sherlock? Just between us?

[i_favour_you]

[he can hear the footsteps and he recognizes them. Watson. Coming back from her jog. No, not now. Not while he's like this, with her.]

Stay. Please. That's what I want.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[The tip of her stiletto heel digs into his leg, and the hand that traces along his jaw follows the curve until her hand cups the back of his head, her grip like iron. Her lips are blood red in the dim, flickering lights of the televisions as she leans in close, blocking whatever light remains to illuminate them.

The jingle of keys at the door lingers in her low chuckle, her lips a hairsbreadth from his.]

I'm always right here, Sherlock. Just out of sight.

[i_favour_you]

[he lets out a pleased gasp at her stiletto in his thigh, and he opens his mouth just slightly as she leans in. He can taste her breath with his. She's so close.

His eyes slip shut and he tries to focus on her, tries to keep her there. Right there. She can't go. Not yet.]

Please.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She doesn't evaporate like a dream, doesn't fade away like London fog. Her lips barely brush his, and her hands lets go, the pressure of her heel against his thigh withdraws. She is still close, for a moment, still warm and so very near, as she all but purrs her approval.]

I do like it when you beg.

[And the warmth of her nearness draws back, the sound of her heels on the brownstone's worn floors fade, walking away as the door opens, and the sound of trainers hitting the floor replaces the staccato gunfire of stiletto heels.

But in that there is a lingering promise as her presence fades, as she walks away.

Until the next time.]