Soulmate

[dreamlocket]

ULTIMATE SOULMATE AU

● hit 'em with the character, canon name, and preferences.
● others will hit you up with a result from the ultra-deluxe, top-of-the-line soulmate AU prompt generator bible (seriously, there's like 186 individual prompts in there, check that out; there's also gen options for platonic soulmates).
● op, that's your prompt. cry. laugh. feel all your feels.
● Curtain's up, break a leg.
● alternatively, if you want to make it a reverse prompt meme, just put the results you get in your top level! that works.

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[holdshisown]

[I have a couple and you can choose which one you'd prefer.
1. Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.
2. Meet soulmate in dreams every night (with the ability to interact)
3. You can sense when your soulmate is in distress]

[veryfond]

[ both 2 and 3 sound great to me! ]

[holdshisown]

[Maybe a combination of both then?]

[veryfond]

[ sounds good! maybe the dreams start when you are in the most distress so your soulmate can help out? ]

[holdshisown]

[Sounds good to me! Want to start or should I do so?]

[veryfond]

[ If you don't mind starting, that would be great! ]

[holdshisown]

No one had ever really told him that recovery could be so much harder than to simply endure the pain you were given, and so he was unprepared for the grief and fear that struck him like a runaway horse when he was finaly safe again.

It was understandable, he supposes, that it shhould be so. For had he not be too occupied with simply surviving before this? He had had no time to truly think about his pain and injuries in anything but a purely physical sense and now the full reality of it couldn't seem to leave him be, even for a short while. Not even in his sleep.

His distress made his dreams into dark, uncomfortable things. Not exactly nightmares, not completely, at least, but they were grey opressive things. Most often they were not that far removed from his reality, playing out in the same healing room that he had spent every waking moment for weeks on end now. But it was strangely muted, like all color had been drained from it and like all sound was muffled. And he, like always, was confined to the bed too weak to move.

[veryfond]

She has had trouble sleeping these past few nights, often waking in the middle of the night with a sudden ache in her heart that comes on fast and disappears quickly, with no explanation. It is not like anything Elia has known before, and so she is suspicious of what it might mean. But with her own history of illness, she is thinking of what it might mean for herself, and not the fanciful stories of dreaming of your destined match when they are in the most distress. Those are children's tales, after all, and she is a woman grown.

So the dream, when it comes, surprise her, though not at first. In the moment, she accepts it as she would any dream, wandering through the small room. Elia does not recognize the man in the bed, but seeing him, she feels that same ache, thrice over. "You are hurt," she murmurs softly. "Is there anything I can do?"

[holdshisown]

It has been a long time since he even thought about the old stories about your other half appearing in your dreams. He had long since come to terms with being one of those elves that never had them, that lived their lives alone and unwed instead. So it takes him by surprise not to be alone in his dream anymore, at the way his heart aches at the sight of her. That she should have to see him at his most wretched hurts in a way he hadn't imagined it would, and he feels ashamed enough that he finds it hard to meet her eyes.

"Yes..." he says, for what use is there in lying when the truth is so obvious to see? "I... I don't know." He's not sure anyone can help him anymore.

[veryfond]

She hadn't been expecting a soulmate. Elia had romantic dreams, but she was also intelligent to know that just having one did not necessarily mean you would share a life together. And yet it grieves her so to see her destined match unable to even look at her.

"I am sorry." She does not know what else to say, but she does reach for his hand, wanting to provide comfort in what little way she can. "I wish I had come sooner." Even if he is still a stranger, she does not want him to suffer alone.

[holdshisown]

There had been a time when he was young that he had been sure he would meet his soulmate, after all so many people around him had, but that certainty had faded with time. He raises his eyes a little, he can't really help it, for even though he is ashamed of his current state he remembers a time when he wanted nothing more than to lay eyes on the one that he imagined would be able to understand him in a way others didn't.

"It's not your fault." Without even thinking about it he let's her take it without protest. It confuses him a bit when he truly notices it, for before this he had always flinched and cowered back whenever someone tried to touch him. His body to used to being hurt to see such as anything but a threat. It felt good to be able to accept this simple comfort now. "No... I wouldn't have wanted you to see what came before this." She seems fairly young to him, he doubts she had been born before his captivity.

[veryfond]

"Oh?" That does give her pause for a moment, wondering what might have come before this. Something painful, that is obvious, and she does not know this man, she could regret being so open to him immediately. At the same time, how could she act any different, during a soul dream?

"I could have come even before that, then." The man does look older than her, but it is hard to tell the exact gap in their ages when he is so hurt. "I am Elia Nymeros Martell, of Dorne. What is your name?"

[holdshisown]

"Please... do not worry about it, it is over and done with now." He'd prefer it if no one knew what happened to him in Angband, there is no reason for it to darken anyones life but his own. Giving her what he hopes is a reassuring smile.

"I... I don't think you were alive at that time, my lady." It is strange, she does not feel like an elf. Not even a young one, and Maedhros is probably older than she'd be able to imagine. "Maedhros... or, at least, that is what they call me now. You can call me Maitimo, if you wish... it is what my mother named me."