hadriel_logs | Event Log: Soulmates

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Event Log: Soulmates

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Soulmates event
Where: All over the city
When: February 14th-February 22nd
Warnings: None

Oh shit, what even happened last night? You're pretty sure you had a normal night, no crazy drunk antics (unless that is your normal night). But this morning you woke up with a brand new tattoo, and it's... a name?

Maybe it's a name you recognize, one of your good friends. Maybe it's a stranger. Maybe it's someone you can barely stand. No matter who it is, you kind of feel like you should look for them and figure out what's going on with this weird tattoo. And when you find them - well, they've got one too, except this one is your name. It would seem weird, except as soon as you see each other you kind of understand. Of course you'd have a tattoo with the name of the person you've found such an amazing connection with. You were meant to be together.

So enjoy your time with your newfound soulmate. Who knows, you might wake up tomorrow with a whole new name on your arm, a new connection, a new love. Make the most of it!

► This log covers February 14th-February 22nd
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► If you try to pull off a stupid stunt to impress your soulmate and fail so miserably you die, please let us know here.

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(Part of her struggles against this change, questioning it. Every sweet thing that has happened to her has been followed with something doubly sour - or downright tragic. Yet Maria feels warm to her; genuine. What could a woman do to her that a man hadn't already done?

Sansa's fingers strayed to Maria's lips before taking hold of the other woman's hand.)

I would like to see to your comfort. (She takes the lead, making good on her promise, leading Maria back to her home. There are blankets and pillows aplenty - most bearing Sansa's embroidery - and soon, with a little coaxing, there is a fire glowing too.)

Are you hungry? Thirsty?

[ Sansa's touch was sweet, it reminded Maria that she was alive and that she was no longer trapped in the Nightmare of the Hunters Dream.

As she was lead back to the home, Maria was patient and soft, letting Sansa take her time to get comfortable in their surroundings. Once the fire was finally stoked and roaring gently, Maria took a seat among some of the beautifully embroidered blankets and pillows.

They reminded her of home, of Cainhurst Castle and the fine attire that the women wore there. She was also reminded of the Hunt, curious what the Wolf figurehead meant to the young woman? But that was a question for another day. ]

I am.

[ She nodded, answering the question. Glancing up at Sansa from under the peak of her tricorn hat before plucking it off her head. Waves of ashen hair cascaded to shape her face, the bow had come slightly loose. ]

Though I hunger not for food and my thirst cannot be quenched by water.

[ Sliver eyes alive with adoration for Sansa, there was even a faint pink tint to her skin now, mostly around the bridge of her nose and flooding softly into her cheeks, like flecks from an artist paintbrush. She reached out for Sansa to join her where she sat. ]

My hunger is relentless, the pit of my stomach sings, guttural in desperation for you, Sansa. My lips feel a drought that can only be sate by your kiss... Though, I shall starve before force myself, my needs onto you.

[ A small smile, almost bashful. Maria wasn't used to these feelings, she struggled to express herself without coming across too strong. ]

(The Direwolf is important to her; she is a Stark no matter where she journeys. Maria may have a chance to notice that the same symbol is embroidered on her dresses - usually on the skirts - though most of the time the wolves are underneath, pressed against her hip or her leg.

With the fire built up, Sansa returns to Maria's side, smiling helplessly at shade of the other woman's hair. She has the intense desire to run her fingers through the pale strands - that color is so rare in the North.)

Oh? (Her breath catches and she mirrors the blush on Maria's cheeks. Gracefully, she sits, unable and unwilling to look away from her face. The last time she had kissed anyone, it had been unwanted. Petyr Baelish had stolen those kisses and she hated him for taking advantage of her. But Maria is another matter entirely. Sansa wants to kiss her.

Though, I shall starve before force myself, my needs onto you.

She can't know what those words mean to Sansa. Blinking back small tears, she shifts closer still and lets her long fingers slide through Maria's hair, loosening the mesmerizing strands from the bow that holds them.)

I won't let you starve. (Her hand comes to rest on the back of the other woman's neck and then she gathers her courage, bringing their lips together. The kiss will be innocent - she hasn't had much experience with passion - but it won't take much urging to encourage her to experiment if Maria is willing.)

[ In Maria's world the Wolf was a sign of the Beast, the scourge that punished the people of Yharnam, that which the Hunters tried to purify. It would be interesting to learn of Sansa's House and of the Direwolf they kept as kin.

Everything is pale where Lady Maria comes from, the snow, the shade of stones used to build the castle and even the dresses only worn by screaming ghosts and memories left behind.

There was no way Maria could have known how important her words would have been to Sansa and had she known the unwanted affections she had been victim to, well... She would have slain those who did wrong to Sansa like they were blood starved beasts.

As Sansa threaded her nimble fingers through her hair, Maria's gaze intensified. She was naive to such things as simple as a loving touch, it stoked a fire much like the one they sat before, only this one was deep within her chest, setting fire to her blood and heating her veins.

The kiss was welcomed warmly, Maria's pale lips pressed just as sweetly against Sansa's. She'd never been kissed at all, there was no time for such things though Maria wished she'd made time for it, seeing as it gave her a dancing, tingling sensation all over her skin. She set one hand upon Sansa's lap, fingers kneading softly, the other hand cupped the side of Sansa's flushed face, fingers feeling the heat from her cheeks.

Lady Maria parted the kiss for but a moment, just long enough to give Sansa a small, almost coy smile. ]

Your lips. They taste like no wine I've ever supped. As sweet as berries, as plump as plumbs. May I?

[ She whispered as he leant in for another sample. ]

(Direwolves are so much more to the Starks - and to the North. They protect their pack ferociously and raise their young with gentle love and care. Sansa had practically been a pup once - naive and silly in her pretty dresses. Eddard and Catelyn had loved her so much so that they had protected her from the world. That had sadly been a mistake with their premature demises.

Without the alphas of the pack, the pups had struggled to live and, somehow, miraculously, Sansa had survived and become wiser by far. Wise enough to appreciate a stunning lady like Maria. Her younger self would have shied from her and that would have been a terrible, terrible waste.

The pale strands are like silk against her fingers and they encourage her to keep her touch gentle. Ultimately, her touch strays to Maria's neck, tracing vague patterns on the equally attractive skin. The kiss distracts her from her intriguing journey - how can she mind? - and she smiles slightly. Any nerves she might have felt disappear and she feels herself relax, her free hand laying over Maria's on her lap.

In answer to the coy smile the other woman gives her, Sansa looks dazed and happy.)

Please. (Her gaze sharpens and she tries to memorize Maria's face and how she looks in this moment. She doesn't want the warmth between them to end; for the first time, she feels safe doing this sort of thing. It isn't forced; it isn't an expectation; it's just for them.) I would like that very much.

[ They couldn't be more different if they tried. Maria didn't remember her parents or if she had any siblings, just the Cainhurst Knights, just her relative Annalise, Queen of the Vilebloods. She recalled becoming a Hunter to the Castle then after that Gehrman and the First Hunters. Memories of being on horseback and learning how to fight with great dexterity instead of relying on her Bloodtinge.

Perhaps Sansa had survived so that she could be brought here? So that they could meet and influence one another's lives? The Beast Hunter and the Direwolf.

Maria has been admiring Sansa's hair all this time too. She'd never seen such a vibrant shade before, like an autumn sunset or embers dancing from the flames. As her touch strays to Maria's neck, a breath hitched in her throat.

She was close to her cravat, her bloodstained cravat that was tucked in just enough to hide it. Did Maria even scar anymore? She didn't want Sansa to find out and so she delicately took her fingers, kissing the back of them, before pressing them to her chest, letting her feel the immortal heartbeat that thumped beneath it.

Maria blinked slowly, long lashes hiding her eyes for but a moment. Threading her fingers between Sansa's where they rest upon her leg, Maria moved forward and pressed her lips once more against her lovers. Letting out a small breath, a small sight as she moved her lips to part and close, feeling them drag and catch Sansa's between and below them. It felt wonderful, even if she wasn't sure what she was doing. ]

(Then Maria is long overdue for someone to show her a gentle touch. Sansa, once a too proud and naive wolf, is now a wolf that can be fierce when needed and downright maternal when she encounters someone in distress. The flames that are a necessity in the North seem to have been trapped in her hair so that she carries them with her even on the coldest of nights. She always has love to give.

Her brow furrows faintly when her hand is moved. Had she gone too far? The kiss puts her somewhat at ease and she smiles shyly, stretching out her fingers on Maria's chest. Her cheeks flush brighter when she detects the soft swell of the other woman's breasts.

When she looks back at Maria's face, she is blessed with another kiss. Making a small noises in her throat, her eyes close and she follows the other woman's lead, bravely running her tongue, gently, against Maria's lower lip. She wonders what she tastes like and if their kisses can be closer still.)

[ Sansa's warming flames of aurbun hair, rich and bright, a stark contrast to Maria's cold snowfall of silver-white strands. Perhaps it was the heat Sansa radiated that had Lady Maria melting? Perhaps it wasn't just the glow of her hair and the soft pink tint to her skin? Perhaps it was her touching fingers, curious as they lightly felt across her chest, Maria's heart skipping a beat and doubling to catch back up. ]

I didn't know it was possible to love... To truly love.

[ Maria uttered against Sansa's lips as the kissed. He hands leaving their stations, both thumbs caressing across Sansa's cheeks before weaving her nimble fingers through the fiery waves of her hair to the back of her head. Maria leant in as she did so, pressing her body a little closer against Sansa's.

Pressing her lips harder for a moment, getting used to the sensation of the other woman's lips crushing back against her own, soft and plump like sweet fruit about to burst. The fire before the roared and crackled, as did the passion blooming like some red flower atop of snow-covered moors. She could almost cry, for the beauty and adoration she felt for Sansa, this woman who until now had been a stranger, was far too intoxicating.

Maria parted her lips against Sansa's, letting her tongue venture out, pushing its way inside Sansa's warm, wet mouth. It was a strange sensation, Maria likened it to the first time she allowed herself to Frenzy from Bloodtinge. She was fast becoming drunk from the affections of the other woman, it was all she wanted to feel.

As her slight weight pressed against Sansa's body, they softly tumbled back onto the blankets that had been set out. Maria hitched her leg ever so slightly, letting her knee slide between her soulmates legs, a heat and closeness she'd never known. ]

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