Event Log: Soulmates

[hadrielmods]

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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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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[thanks_bunches]

[ Maybe that was the connection? The Sea Wolf and the White Wolf, a pack of their own.

At her question, Geralt had to stop himself from saying things that might have been a little too tongue in cheek for the Lady. So, instead, he toned it down. Just a smidgen. Patting his thigh as he spoke. ]

I've been told this old thing makes a good seat?

[ His tone was full of mirth, playful and light like he was joking around with a dear old friend. Only, you didn't get the urge to woe an old friend now did you?

Geralt was a good listener and so that's what he did. Plucking various food and drink items from the saddlebags and his pouches that were strewn across a blanket just behind him. Making a little room for them to sit too, taking her hand once more as she spoke and guiding her to take a seat. ]

Same shit different day then? Sounds like places I've been too. Trouble always finds a way to rear it's ugly head, even in the fanciest of places such as yours.

[ Raising a jug to her with one hand, a glass held all tucked in neat by his little finger. In the other, he held a bunch of grapes. He's been saving them for a special occasion or perhaps to use in a potion. Now seemed like a fine time to share them.

Plucking one from the stem and going to place it at her lips for her. It was just an excuse to brush a finger against her plump, warm lips in all honesty. ]

[theladyofhighever]

[the Sea Wolf had taught her cub to swim and sail as soon as she could stand.

he pats his thigh and speaks and she blinks for a moment, at a loss for words, but then sits where she's directed. it's. nice?.

but then he gets up to fetch things from his saddlebags and she's forced to get up. and vaguely misses her old seat on his thigh. but she supposes it's for the best. she eyes what he brings out to eat. it reminds her of meals on the road during the Blight.

and then he takes her hand and she blushes pink. she's not used to such things from others]

I suppose so. All of it was brought to a halt when we overcame Loghain at the Landsmeet and placed the rightful heir on the throne.

[and she is to be his queen. she must remind herself of that right now.

and her breath catches when he touches her lips. she opens her mouth to the grape and waits]

[thanks_bunches]

[ She seemed to be fine following his lead? Maybe the magic afoot wasn't as bad as he was assuming? Though he had to wonder what was magic and what was his own lust and love for women of all kind? It had been a while since he'd flirted with the idea of romance, so far he'd only been used by a handful of powerful women here. A demon, a robot (whatever one of those were) the idea of being used by Mariane however, caused Geralt to smirk to himself. ]

Oh? Who's this Loghain you speak of?

[ Genuinely showing an interest in her story, Geralt's yellow cat-like Witcher eyes glinted, almost glowing as he watched her face intently.

Pressing the grape between her lips with his thumb, his index finger coiled to cup just under her chin as he did so. He was enjoying even the slightest of touch, she had her own gravitational pull and despite his best efforts, the Witcher was caught in it. He might not have noticed but he was leaning closer even as he paused to sip at his ale. ]

(cw: vague underage feelings)

[theladyofhighever]

[she is. it's. . . strange, to let herself be led so easily. her melancholy led to a dreadful streak of stubborness, one in which she wouldn't eat, wouldn't emerge from her room for days at a time, deaf to the pleas of her parents and elder brother. and she'd not use people. it's not in her nature]

He is--he was once a hero and a champion of the people. But he let his paranoia run roughshod across his mind and he saw enemies everywhere. He allowed the slaughter of my mother and father in their own castle and he abandoned his son-in-law, the King of Ferelden, to his death at Ostagar. Then he ruled all of Ferelden using his daughter as a puppet queen. He was overthrown and executed, as befitting a traitor.

[the subject of Loghain brings a heat to her eyes and her cheeks. oh, how she'd hated the man, how very satisfied she'd been at his death.

she blinks up at him with wide eyes. she'd been an innocent before the Blight, her virginity carefully guarded by herself to make her more valuable to the Orlesian and Antivan noblemen her father negotiated for her hand with.

she feels him cup her chin in his hand, notices him leaning in closer, but she doesn't have it in her to move or scorn his efforts]