SOULMATE MEME

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soulmate meme ;
▸ post your character ◂
▸ you're now in a universe where destined soul mates exist! ◂
▸ rng for the type of au and for the ~situation~ ◂
▸ tag around ♥ ◂

type of au;
1. tats, your character has a tattoo of the first words the love of their life will say to them
2. familiars, your character has an animal tattoo representing their soul mate on them
3. glow, the first time your character sees their soul mate, their chests glow!
4. world in color, life is literally black and white, until you see your soul mate for the first time
5. choose your own, i'm definitely missing a milly because i'm lazy, pick your own

situation;
1. first meeting, you've never met this person before.
2. childhood mates, you've always known this person -- but on one particular birthday, everything changes.
3. together, you've been in a relationship for awhile now! happily wed or not, you decide.
4. not together, you've known you're soul mates for a long time, and yet have avoided a relationship.
5. choose your own, self explanatory c:

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Awareness of his surroundings comes first, sounds, smells. They let him know where he is before he even bothers to trying to open his eyes. Exhaustion still hangs heavy in his limbs and it was entirely too tempting to let it entice him back into a more natural slumber. Lorna and others could oversee things long enough for him to recover further.

If not for the unexpected feel of fingers over his face, he might have let himself sink back into sleep. Those fingers didn't feel anything like the nurse he could assume had tended to him and thus put him on alert that someone besides her was close to him. Close enough to touch him in such a fashion was also close enough to finish the business begun by the arrow if they so chose. Yet, there was something about the touch that had him discarding such ideas of the owner being a threat. At least to him.

Thus it was more curiosity than concern for his safety that had him opening his eyes and turning his head to look for the owner of the fingers that had done it. What he saw rather surprised him and he was torn between closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, so as to perhaps selfishly prolong their time together -- or acknowledging the other man and learning just what had brought him here.

It had to be to do with the war effort surely and the only reason the archmage beside him was here was to get his personal account. Though a small part of him wondered if his close call had been what pulled him here, and if so...would he acknowledge what was between them or would a lie be fabricated to avoid acknowledging it?

For that matter did he want the other man to acknowledge it? He knew Mia wouldn't mind if he did, she'd actually no doubt encourage him to do exactly that. She already told him that he should grasp this chance, that it would change nothing between them. So the only thing holding him back would be fear. Fear of rejection, fear of the greater amount of pain that would come upon losing him if he sought to get to know him and deepen their relationship beyond the casual.

Uncertainty robs him of his voice for the moment and thus he's left to merely watch the other man from where he lay, mind quietly turning over the various what ifs that surround the unknown reasons for Khadgar's presence here in Stormheim. Hopefully that would be one of the first things settled when the mage realized he was awake.

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The thundering in his ear silences itself when Khadgar realizes that there are blue eyes open and looking at him. His heart stopped for the second and he ceased to breathe, for the urge to crawl into that bed and protect the other with every bone in his body, struck hard. His lungs burn from the lack of oxygen so he finally takes in a deep, rasping breath and stares right back at him.

He fidgets in his seat, fingers kneading out his uncertainty in the blue fabric of his tunic and does not know what to say. Perhaps it was unlucky that he was already opening his mouth to whisper harshly. "It -- everything nearly went grey." It was fearful and when he realizes how scared he really was, his cheeks color faintly and lowers his gaze to the hands that could not stay still.

Khadgar felt sick, but he could breathe through it, knowing that like how he had flown to Stormheim in a panic automatically, his subconscious must be finished with the self denial and allowing his weakness. His stomach twists and he raises his blue eyes back to meet the man's, finding his standing and speaking of his own volition this time.

"What were you thinking?" The Archmage asks, tone holding a more annoyed quality to it. "Are you in such a rush to join Varian that you failed stopped to think of what your death could do to--" Me. He was glad he cut himself off before he could blurt that one word out.

Anger swelled again, brows creasing and he found himself speaking once more. "You are who the Alliance looks to while King Anduin settles his grief, while everyone settles it," he chides and knows what he's saying has more than one meaning, the unspoken one more important, "we do not have the time or resources for petty squabbles that could wait until after the world is not at stake of being destroyed. You could have died - you almost did die, more than once."

The Archmage was working himself into a fit, voice climbing in his distress at how stupid the other had acted. How mad he suddenly was that Genn had almost gotten himself killed before Khadgar could resolve things within himself and at least talk to the man.

"You are not the only one who feels responsible for the death of Varian," he adds, voice biting, "and I will remove you from the efforts here and return you to Stormwind if you ever dare attempt something like that again."

He was panting hard by the time he was finished, cheeks flushes and the relief that Greymane had not died and was even staring at him, listening to his passionate words, filled him and he sagged into his chair and closed his eyes. His anger was fading and all that was left behind was that ache and the want to crawl over the man and use his weight to press him against the bed, to protect him from whatever would come next.

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Genn was indeed listening, even staring at the panting Archmage, flushed from that passionate rant. Part of his mind wondered if he would look like that after a romp in the sheets, but another part forced that train of thought away, telling himself he shouldn't even be musing on something that would never happen, especially now.

He kept his silence, as there was truly nothing he could say that wouldn't dig him deeper in his current hole. He had no defenses that Khadgar wouldn't simply shred to pieces and no doubt decide it was best to remove him now while he was incapable of protesting such an action than to wait until he 'crossed the line' once again in Khadgar's opinion.

Instead he merely sighed softly and let his eyes close to block the other man from view, to seek sleep once more if he was to be allowed to do so.

A goblet clanking across a stone floor; Gilnean banners hanging proudly from a wall; his now-dead son, Liam, bleeding from his mouth and cradled in Genn's arms.

Gilneas city burned; Wine spilling on a stone floor, like blood; his own blood on his hands, skin throbbing and stinging; a group of Sentinels lying in a pool of gore at Keel Harbor in Gilneas.

The cool salty wash of ocean; the thumping, dull pain of head to wood and his body sliding backward before the drop. Time stood still; the two ships colliding into each other, wooden boards flying like splinters from a sawed tree.

His chest burned with the need for air, ached with the weight of the water pushing and pulling him down, refusing to let him reach the surface.

Stretching over the wooden railing, screaming Varian's name; Blightcaller's condemnation; Khadgar's blue gaze boring into him in judgement before the eyes closed; the mage abruptly shifting into a more avian form to leave him behind.

He woke then, a quiet noise of pained distress escaping him, more due to the unwanted dreams flowing like snapshot reminders of his failures and downfalls than any physical pain. The last simply reminded him that no matter if fate had deemed them soulmates, that had been prior to his actions landing him cursed. Who in their right mind would want to share their lives with someone like him? He was temperamental, monstrous even without taking into consideration of his cursed form.

Especially given the fact he'd been so utterly narrow minded and short sighted. It was no wonder really why the subject hadn't been brought up by the mage. Why should he want to acknowledge that his soul mate was a cankerous monster that was twice his age?

The only value he held for the mage was no doubt in his knowledge and ability to aid him in this time of war. Though he wondered silently if things wouldn't have been better for everyone if he had sought to haul Varian up into the ship and had launched himself off of it instead to take out the Reaver that kept it pinned.

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After being dismissed by the other closing his eyes and returning to sleep, Khadgar had been left restless and unsettled. There had been no acknowledgement on the fact that they were indeed soulmates beyond his own worried comment over the world around him had began to lose its colors and he had no idea where to go forward from now.

He tilts his head back and allows himself some rest for the first time since he had seen his world returning to monochrome. Dozing was enough, allowing his mind to shift through itself and come up with a rationalized action plan - that even if it was better for them both to not acknowledge it, Khadgar's actions saw to it that at least one of them would drop everything to rush to the other and make damn sure they pulled through.

Khadgar could only hope it would be the same from the injured worgen before him.

It is a whimper that draws Khadgar's attention, at first he dismissed it as another injured worgen coming in and being unable to keep his pain quiet, but that thought is thrown out as another comes with the sound of shifting bedding right in front of him. It startles him, eyes snapping open as he finds Genn suffering from some sort of nightmare.

Who knew what it was about, but Khadgar had to control himself from switching his seat from next to the bed to being on top of the covers so he could soothe the other back into slumber. He... he could not do that, he knows that, now wasn't the time and the other was married. He had no want to break up a home, especially not one that had been established in his entrapment within the Outland and cowardice after he could return.

However, Khadgar leans forwards anyways, brushing grey hair away from a forehead when blue eyes snap open out of no where. Khadgar yelped in surprise, hand rocketing back to his lap and he took in a sharp breath to steady himself.

"You were having a nightmare," he murmured, stuttering over the sentence, "I wanted to soothe -"