Username: kolyakun
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Gender: female
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AU:
occupation:: soul weaver
'Soul Weaver' is a... really ambiguous way to describe my job.
Let me explain better:
Basically- I see the threads that interconnect kalons. You've heard
how some cultures believe in a red thread connecting soulmates? It's
kind of like that, but with millions upon millions more threads.
Soulmate threads do exist, yeah. But they're not red- more of a
shimmery metallic color. And they're not the only ones to exist-
there are threads connecting family members, threads denoting
friendship, or the cute shinypink threads that show up when
someone has a crush, or the awful cold black threads that
represent hatred. They're insubstantial, so I don't really know how
it's possible to radiate cold. All I know is that hatred threads are awful.
But anyways, that's where the 'weaving' part of my job comes in.
I'm supposed to act sort of like a guide, helping mortals sort out
their threads- whispering in their ears, tugging threads, that sort of
thing. I help soulmates find each other, help mend parent-child
relationships, and get kalons to forgive each other so they can sever
those awful black threads- that sort of thing.
It's a bit lonely at times- I've never met another soul weaver. I can
only assume there are others out there, somewhere, working on
their own webs of threads. But it's okay. I can appear to mortals
in corporeal form sometimes- enjoying the company of other
beings is nice, even if it's only temporary.
It's okay. I can handle it. I do handle it. I'm fine.
AU/plans::
I've dubbed this my "modern fantasy" AU for now. :>
Basically, it's similar to our world of today- except there's an extensive hidden network of spirits and immortal beings hanging around on the 'flipside' of things. Kind of like how we have a few cryptids and stories of supernatural encounters in today's world- but on steroids. Not everyone acknowledges the existence of this whole other community, and most of the immortals are fine with it being like that. They like their anonymity.
Psyche, however, works as a soul weaver, in close proximity to mortals. She has a sense of empathy for them that not many other immortals have. More than that, she's lonely- and sees them as her only hope for company. But she can't/doesn't form any lasting bonds during the brief time she reveals herself to them, due to the fact that it just. couldn't work out. She's immortal, they're not, and she doesn't have any sort of power to grant eternal life, even if she wanted to, not to mention the uproar the more major immortals would go into if she did anything of the sort.
But she can't give up her immortality for the sake of joining the mortals, either. She doesn't want to- she wants to continue helping the mortals by sorting through their threads. It just gets... lonely at times.
~And then~
One day, Psyche notices something.. different. Whereas she's always been separate from the mortal realm, working through threads but never having one of her own...
...now she does. It just appears. Not just any thread, either. This shimmering gold-silver thread is a soulmate thread.
Oh dear.
Cue angst and confusion, wondering if?? what if?? her soulmate is a mortal? What then? How could the universe be so cruel as to do something like that? or maybe it was a love goddess or something, they can certainly have evil senses of fun at times
It's not, don't worry. Love goddesses might have evil senses of fun, but I don't. At least not for this storyline. Psyche's soulmate is Charon, a sad lonely reaping spirit who kinda freaks out just as much as her when he sees his thread appear.
Both are in pretty heavy denial over it for the longest time, but they'll work it out. Promise c;
My current plan for them meeting is for Charon to appear to a funeral where Psyche also is- helping to work out threads of grief so they're not so dreadfully knotted, you know-
and then it's every awkward meet-cute trope you've ever read but with disbelieving immortals.
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