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The Soulmate? Jamjar?? Meme

So whatever you were doing - sleeping, eating, dying - you've been whisked away to a strange place. Well, no, actually it's a pretty cozy-looking apartment, it has an entire fridge and everything - but it definitely is not where you were. You should not have woken up in this apartment's only bed, along with somebody you've never seen before.

After you stop having hilarious misunderstandings with your bedmate, you may make your way outside only to find: it's pretty nice out here? Very 21st century suburbia. Some of the buildings seem a little out of place, like someone requested a jousting arena and a virtual reality room and the Angel did their best to fit them in-

Wait, back up a second.

The giant angel flying by (white wings, halo, radiance, the works), upon seeing you gawking, will happily inform you that this is your new home, and they brought you here because your soulmate was tragically born in another world. But now you're here together, living peacefully with nothing to stop your love from blossoming!

And no, they won't send you back. You'll be much happier here once you get used to it. Living side by side with your soulmate and being encouraged to get to know them, or get to know them, what else do you need?

Options, because we like options:
1. Soulmates are a known thing. Apply all the soulmate tropes you wish - not seeing color until you meet your soulmate, having your soulmate's name written on your body, etc. You can tell that at least the Angel's claims about this person being your soulmate are true. It doesn't necessarily make things less awkward.

2. Soulmates, what hogwash! Soulmates aren't a thing that everyone knows about and everyone has where you're from. You might believe in them, but you also believed in Santa when you were younger. Or you might think this whole thing is stupid, and your growing attachment to your 'soulmate' is just a coincidence.

(Post with character name/canon name/shipping preference. Due to the nature of this meme, cross-canon CR is encouraged and almost essential unless you have some alternate universe shenanigans in your canon.)

Comments

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ sneezing is infinitely better than being stuck in emotional superhell until she can remember how happiness works again, though.

anyway, there's her emotional honesty quota for the day. huffing out a breath ]

...Likewise.

On a lighter note, to return to an earlier topic— would you mind if I made something that wasn't chocolate for Valentine's?

[gemuinemanagement]

Everything you make is good

[Besides, chocolate seems like a lot of effort to make.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

All right. I just wanted to check. I'm not a fan myself and I don't want to give you something I haven't taste tested.

[ she's got Ideas, though. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

Do you like cookies

[Already thinking about what to get her for White Day.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ they're both proactive. ]

I like just about anything sweet.

[ "including you," her brain helpfully follows that with, making her go red in the face. she's not saying that out loud! no! ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[? Maybe she's feeling warm.]

I'll get you something nice
Bought
So it's edible

[ghostfromthemachine]

Let's see how you do with baking before abandoning all hope. I'd rather have something you made for me, even if it isn't perfect.

[gemuinemanagement]

I don't want to poison you

[ghostfromthemachine]

Good news! I'm pretty sure that's not actually possible. ...Or at least not something you'd be capable of.

[ she's not saying anything is impossible anymore. it just seems like a silly idea considering how much of her everything should have been, and then happened anyway. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

If you're sure
Then I'd like to make you something
It means more when you make it, right

[ghostfromthemachine]

I don't know if it does for White Day, but it does for me. —Not that I'd be disappointed with something bought pre-made, but. Um.

...it's a ghost thing. Or at least a "how I handle being a ghost" thing; I haven't met anyone else in exactly my situation.

[gemuinemanagement]

That's good to know
I haven't asked the other ghosts I know much about that

[For. Obvious reasons.]

/2

[ghostfromthemachine]

If they're holding onto their grudges strongly enough to be bothered by the way you smell, they don't need anything else.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ... no, come on. that's unfair and unkind and she knows it, no matter how salty she is. ]

...being held down by their grudges, I should say. There isn't... really anything I would consider a choice in the matter, even for me. ...I mostly use other attachments to keep myself from being pulled back in that direction, hence the metaphorical grabby hands at you.

[gemuinemanagement]

Being an attachment for you is nice
I'm okay with that

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ ...that wasn't quite what she was angling at but it also isn't really not what she was angling for so she just. goes red in the face and sticks said face against his shoulder. if he's flustered and she's flustered, then which of them is sufficiently not a disaster enough to actually function?

muffled ]

Thank you.

[gemuinemanagement]

[They're both dying a little on the inside, it's fine.

He can't actually answer her while she's got her face in his shoulder, so he just awkwardly pats her head a few times. There there?]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she unburrows enough to tilt her head back into the patting, catlike as ever. yes, please and thanks.



the day before Valentine's, Kaiko spends a few hours being gleefully territorial over the kitchen— no entry allowed while she's making things! if he wants things she'll get them for him, but he doesn't get to see his not-chocolates until the time is right.

the night before Valentine's—or technically the morning of; it's during that liminal space of time where it can be thought of as either—the temperature abruptly plummets. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[Why is it cold? I mean, obviously because winter, but why is it so cold??

Suga wraps his blanket more tightly around himself before stepping out of the bedroom. It's too cold to sleep, so he might as well get up and move.]

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ cold enough to see his breath, even, what the heck is the heating doing.

despite claiming not to need to sleep, Kaiko usually does anyway. though her actual bedtime is all over the place she enjoys sleeping in, and sometimes just curls herself into a blanket burrito and naps. she's not sleeping now, though; she's sitting up with her back against an armrest and her knees hugged to her chest, wrapped up in a blanket of her own as she stares blankly at the far wall in the dark. whatever is on her mind doesn't leave her so preoccupied she doesn't notice him come in, though; after a moment she blinks slowly and looks at him. ]

...ah. Sorry... did I wake you up?

[gemuinemanagement]

[He shakes his head. No, she's fine.]

Too cold to sleep

[ghostfromthemachine]

...I'm sorry. I can... I should probably make tea, or something along those lines. Do you want any?

[gemuinemanagement]

[Why is she apologizing? She didn't make it cold.]

Tea would be nice
Thank you

[ghostfromthemachine]

Mm.

[ ...Suga, please.

give her a second. ... a couple of seconds. eventually she manages to beat back the foggy desire to blank out again enough to roll off the couch to pad towards the kitchen. she isn't wobbling or anything, but there's a careful deliberation to the way she places her feet, like she's trying to avoid doing so. ]

[gemuinemanagement]

[...Concern. He follows her into the kitchen, and reaches out to squeeze her shoulder gently. Is she okay?]