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so uh. haha. uh. i wrote this last month for the event @sulemio-week-official was running and then. completely forgot to post it. haha.
anyway! i uh. don't have an ao3 account (yet) so in the meantime this fic will be going out here.
it follows the prompt, "Laughter - Soulmates feel a warmth/tingle whenever their pair laughs genuinely", and follows Suletta and Miorine shortly before episode 1, both dealing with their respective crappy parents and finding solace in one another before they ever even meet!
i got partnered up with @aflowerforeveryseason for this one, who will also be producing some artwork based on this prompt! hope u all enjoy!!
A Mirthful Sillhouette
“Guel Jeturk? Guel Jeturk? Why should I have to get engaged to that arrogant, pig-headed-?”
“Are you really foolish enough that you don’t see the reasoning?” Father’s grey eyes shone with cold contempt for his daughter. Miorine clenched her fist, struggled not to look away. “The Holder system already fostered greater competition between Benerit Group members; adding further incentive by rewarding the top duellist with the prospect of marriage into the controlling family of the Group will only increase the intensity of this struggle. If the logic does not make sense to you, you are clearly not as adept in your studies as your tutors report. Perhaps finance isn’t your strong suit.”
“I’m not asking about the business reasoning! I’m asking why you’re making-” the word left a bad taste in Miorine’s mouth, she so rarely used it when talking to father, but there really was no other choice right now, “- your daughter get engaged to such a scummy, unreliable man?”
Father steepled his fingers, glaring up at Miorine from behind his desk. His sparsely furnished office was darkly lit, as usual, the only light coming from the lamp on his desk. Miorine’s eyes strained in the gloom, and she wondered if the dramatic lighting was a permanent feature, or just for her benefit. Neither seemed out of character for father.
“You speak as if you are not an asset of the Benerit Group.”
“I… if I’m to be an asset to the group, surely there are better ways than being some trophy for-”
“Not ‘to’ the group. ‘Of’.”
Miorine blinked, taking longer than she should have to process her father’s meaning. When she did, her face burned, boiling over with anger. She was so furious she couldn’t even respond, and so Father continued. “It is the Group that has given you the clothes you wear, the food you eat, the schooling that is so clearly wasted on you. You have even had your selfish whims indulged at the expense of the Group. How many other students have their own greenhouse? How many can fritter away their hours hiding in their own private shrubbery rather than making something of themselves? Everything you are is of the Group. An asset’s value is expected to appreciate with investment. It is long past time that you… appreciated, daughter.”
Miorine felt the implicit dismissal in his words. White-hot anger burned in her gut, and for a second she considered pushing again. But she felt a vein pulsing in her temple. Her hands shook. Most of all, she felt the tears coming. Angry, hateful tears, but nonetheless humiliating in front of her father. The last thing she needed was another lecture about her lack of self-control. Turning and leaving would at least maintain her dignity a little. It was the wise thing to do.
So Miorine turned. Walked to the door. And then in a flash of impulsive anger, kicked one of the small plastic chairs father kept by the door.
The chair wobbled, but didn’t tip over. Miorine screamed, and kicked it again, this time hooking her foot under the seat and lifting it off the ground. It clattered on the hard black-tiled floor. She whirled on her father, cheeks flushed, tears flowing freely down her face. “It’s management strategy! Not finance! I do management strategy you useless, senile old… old!!” And with that, she marched out of his office.
***
Three corridors away, Miorine was hunched in a toilet stall, legs pulled in close to her chest. She sniffled occasionally. The surge of rage had felt good exactly as long as it had lasted. Now she just felt like a spoiled child, her outburst reduced to a tantrum because she hadn’t gotten her way. Her anger had burned out and was replaced by dark, ugly shame. Father would, naturally, take her behaviour as vindication of his view of her.
She fished around in her pocket, pulled out her phone. Her finger hovered over the icon for the latest terrible game she had been sinking all her free time into recently, but instead she opened her gallery. The folder for photos she’d taken herself was dismissed instantly, given that it was nearly empty. Instead, she opened the little stash of downloaded pictures she kept of Earth.
The deepest part of a forest in autumn, the trees so orange that in the sunset they looked as if they’d caught fire. Wild and unconstrained, nothing like the carefully arranged foliage of Asticassia.
A crowded bazaar in a small town, the hot sun making the sandstone buildings shine, while a crowd of busy people bustled to and fro. More people than she’d ever seen in one place on a Front.
She swiped to the next. One of her favourites. It was somewhere on the island of Japan, in Okinawa, if she recalled correctly. A clear, warm day at a beach. The sea was a perfect, sparking blue, and the sand was so pale it was practically white. Miorine rested her cheek on her free hand, and her eyes slipped closed, still stinging with tears.
She’d have given anything to be there right now. Anything to be off this Front. What would it be like to visit that beach? To pull her boots off, to splash into the water. Fresh and salty and nothing like the mercilessly climate-controlled artificial lakes she had visited before…
She sniffled miserably. Of course, even that fantasy was compromised. She knew how people described the sights and smells of Earth, but she’d never visited, had no perspective on what it would actually be like. The closest saltwater she had access to was drying on her cheeks. But even still… the fantasy of it was more comforting than usual. Miorine couldn’t conceive of the tactile experience, but there was something… warm, about the thought, something that gave her an odd shiver, not of disgust but of happiness, like a cat having a finger traced down its spine. For a moment it was like she was really there… and for a split second, she realised that she was not alone in the water. The sun beat down on two backs, and she was splashing someone, and their… her laugh was infectious, it sent a warm rush through Miorine’s body and-
Miorine’s eyes snapped open. She blinked once, twice.
What had that been? She shook her head. Maybe she was tired. Dealing with father always took a lot out of her.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she stepped out of the stall, pulling up the details of the contact she’d found, a smuggler named Feng Jun. She’d need to accelerate her plans, leave before her birthday.
Miorine would escape to Earth.
And she’d do it without whatever worthless excuse for a fiancee won her hand in these meaningless duels.
***
High above the dark side of Mercury, a single machine glimmered, its white armour reflecting what little light penetrated the planet’s shadow. In its cockpit, Suletta Mercury giggled again.
“Hehehe! The beach episodes are always the best! Right, Aerial?” Snacks floated around her, a messy contrast to the high-tech three-hundred and sixty degree hologram display in the cockpit. Although the section opposite the pilot chair wasn’t showing the Gundam’s exterior view anyway; it was running down a well-worn playlist of Suletta’s favourite anime. The episode she was watching cut to credits, and Suletta became a little quieter.
“Um… th-thank you for doing this for me, Aerial…”
“…”
“I know. We’ll have to go back to the surface once your fuel starts to run low. Just… not for a little longer?”
“…”
“I know she won’t be mad… but… I still sometimes w-worry about… disappointing her…”
Suletta hadn’t fought with her mom. They never fought. They just… disagreed sometimes. And occasionally Suletta would find herself getting flustered and a little upset, and need some time to herself before she could understand mom’s reasoning for whatever was happening. Thankfully, Aerial would always help with that.
Suletta rested her head against the well-worn faux-leather of the pilot seat.
“…”
“Mm. Yeah. Move forward, gain two. Like mom always says. M-maybe school won’t be so bad…”
Suletta lapsed into silence for a moment.
“… Aerial. Would you ever… come to the beach with me?”
“…”
“Hehe! That’s true, I suppose you’d get all rusty. Maybe… maybe I’ll make a friend to go with, when I start at the school next semester.”
“... didn’t know they were this red.”
suletta jumps a little. “hm?”
for once, she doesn’t seem to mind the cluelessness. suletta watches her hand smooth over the rim of the pot she’s working with, willowy and pale. “the tomatoes. my mother talked about it, but i never think i understood.”
there’s a warmth to her voice, and it catches suletta off guard. “does it make you feel closer to her?”
she isn’t quite sure what inspired her to ask. miorine doesn’t seem to mind this, either.
or, suletta and miorine are soulmates. this presents - complications. written for @sulemio-week-official for the sulemio soulmates event!
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Soulmates can see each other thoughts when looking at each other (images and/or words)
Soulmate goose brings couple together
Mismatched - one or both of the pairing have other people as soulmates/no soulmate
Soulmates can remember all their past lives when they meet.
Your soulmark is confusing enough that you don't know who your real soulmate is.
There’s a mark/tattoo that matches your soulmate's on your skin (can either be there since they’re born or show after a certain age)
Each time you sing, your soulmate hears it & vice versa
You feel the pain your soulmate feels. Like if one person is a boxer, the other is having a very bad time
First line you've spoken to your soulmate as a tattoo.
Shared dreams where you meet and get to know each other before actually meeting in real life.
The thing where you can hear some of your soulmate's thoughts but only sometimes. And the times it happens are completely random
A soulmate tattoo that starts moving when you meet your soulmate.
Red string of fate.
Injury marks - you don't feel pain when your soulmate is injured but a mark appears wherever they get hurt (fades after recovering)
One finds their soulmate via sword duels
Being able to feel your soulmate's pain except its emotional pain rather than physical ones
Soulmates who reincarnate together through centuries of history.
The memories of your past lives help you find your soulmate.
Can hear your soulmate if they’re a specific distance away, no closer or further.
Soulmates hear random music that matches their pair’s current mood
Colorblind until you meet your soulmate.
Anything you write/doodle on your skin is reflected on your soulmate in the same place. You can only draw a limited number of times for it to appear.
Birthmark with the first letter of the soulmate's name that can disappear if the person gets rejected by the soulmate or they lose trust in each other. The birthmark can appear again if they regain trust in each other
Clones do not have unique soulmates.
You see your soulmate in your dreams, but until you meet them for the first time, they're featureless
At first, the only thing you can see in color is your soulmate, so you both get the chance to discover the world's colors as your love grows.
Laughter - Soulmates feel a warmth/tingle whenever their pair laughs genuinely.
Being touched by anyone other than your soulmate hurts you/makes your skin burn a little.
Soulmates know when the other is happy or in danger even before they meet.
A countdown on your skin to when you'll meet your soulmate, except it's not guaranteed they'd be alive / single / otherwise available when you do meet.
Compass - soulmates have a mark on their hands that always points to the location of the other person.
They are born with a magical animal guide that resembles their soulmate.
A world where soulmates exist but it's not common for people to end up with their soulmate. And generally only the biggest romantics insist on finding their soulmates and getting together with them.
Tattoo of your "oh, i love them" moment - you get a tattoo of the words your soulmate says when you realize you love them (the tattoo only appears when/after the soulmate says it to you; people are not born with them)
Only soulmates can ride Gundams without dying. Both need to be connected to the Mobile suite in the cockpit AKA Pacific Rim AU.
You stop aging at 18 until you meet your soulmate so you can grow old together.If you hit 18 and just keep aging, that means at some point before 18 you met your soulmate and you have no fucking clue when or where. Now you have to retrace pretty much your whole life and awkwardly ask everyone if uh they might be your soulmate bc and this is very awkward but you've come across your one person and have no clue who they are.
Whenever you touch someone’s skin for the first time, you leave a mark in your own unique colour. The mark’s vibrancy indicates the depth and importance of your impact on this person’s life.
When you come of age, a phrase, poem, or word describing your relationship is written on your wrist in your soulmate's handwriting and native language.
The worst things you believe about yourself appear on your soulmate's skin.
When one sings/dances, the other is forced to sing/dance along!
Every time your soulmate lies, the lie appears on you for a day and then disappears.
All the nicknames your soulmate is called by is written on you.
Everyone has super powers, but when soulmates are together their powers are nullified by each other.
Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.
Every night, dream about what your soulmate is going to experience the next day.
Everyone is born knowing their soulmate’s (future) biggest secret.
If your soulmate lies, you end up blurting out the lie.
Each soulmate finds things that the other has lost (e.g. things put in a pocket and forgotten about show up in the other's pocket, things dropped between a bed and wall show up in the other's room, etc.)
Your soulmate and you will have the book quote on your wrists (multiple people can have so it's confusing).
Certain sensations trigger information about your soulmate e.g eating super spice can show you a flash of your soulmate. Doing stand up comedy can trigger memories from your soulmate life etc.
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