This is a look at what Madeline dreams her mate will be like
This was originally written in response to a tumblr prompt: soulmate AU, I thought I should share it here for my readers who enjoy my Pack Verse.
This takes place between Madeline is first told of her mate, and when she actually meets him. I will be publishing a story called Complexity about Madeline and her mate in the future.
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Madeline's POV
Sleep was hard for her that night. She was too hyped up after attending her elder sister's formal public bonding to Aidan. She had been shocked when he took their family's last name, at least until his father and her teacher had explained the cobra custom behind it. The only reason they held a formal public bonding was so all branches of the family could attended and Aidan requested it under tradition. He is surprisingly traditional at times, though he is a cobra, and one thing she has learned is cobras are traditional so she's not sure why it's surprising.
When she finally does drift off, it is to memories of a vision once shown her. Slowly it builds up, ever the same and always different.
Pale dawn light filters through the colorful and vibrant trees of the park she is walking in. The air is naturally calm, a light misting fog settling over everything, not because she is making it that way, but because there is only the softest of breezes to move the air. It is surprisingly warm for late fall, allowing her to wear only a light jacket outside and making the air hazy.
Her first sense that something big is about to happen comes from the instinct to look around, to search for the presence that she can feel deep within her empathy.
Instead, she keeps walking, waiting and anticipating whatever is to come. There is a very small chance of it being a threat, and if it is, her teacher has taught her several effective and dangerous ways to protect herself using the talents she has.
She slows as a form begins to solidify and appear, emerging from the fog. Brilliant topaz brown eyes are the first thing she notices followed by the fact he seems to have a gentle smile. His olive complexion reminds her of warm amber, his features have a curve to them, softness she is not used to seeing in men. Despite its unfamiliarity, he is still a good looking man.
Stopping, she waits for him to continue his approach, waiting for him to close the gap between them.
When he is within touching range, he offers his hand, accepting hers and bowing over it to kiss it politely.
Warmth runs through her body, a tingling sensation making her glance at her wrist as a small dot appears and slowly starts to morph into something more.
She is sure he says his name, but she doesn't catch it, too busy staring at the one who's supposed to be hers.
Gasping, she wakes up, sitting up in her bed, and using her mind to fill the empty glass on her night stand with water. She was looking forward to the day when she will meet her bondmate as a shifter would call him, and soul mate as a human would call him.