I have died every day waiting for you.

[buckingham]

I have loved you for a thousand years... Some say that if a pair of lovers die together in tragedy, they will get another chance when they are reborn. Even if the two of you keep losing each other, you'll get to meet again. This meme is that meeting. For the first time? For the hundredth time? That much isn't clear. What is clear is that on this, your seeming first meeting - Everything rushes back to you. Memories, emotion, and all the comes with it...including the memory of how you two died. Overwhelming, isn't it? Some people find it hard to accept, for good reason. What will you do? You can't just bring it up, they'll think you're crazy! Maybe you don't want to bring it up, as you refuse to believe it yourself. And even if you do believe it, that doesn't mean you have to embrace it. You're your own person, after all. You refuse to love someone merely because of who you were in the past. Or maybe you can't help but let these feelings rise to the surface because they're too strong. No matter what, you can't repress it. In fact, the more you two meet and spend time together, the more you find yourself falling back into the old roles...and making the old mistakes. That isn't good, though; there's one more thing. One of you, when you first met, had a vision about how the two of you would die this time. You can't let that happen. Not again. Comment with your character and your preferences. Feel free to do a modern AU of your character. Assumed CR and AUs are a must here. Don't feel obligated to stick with first meetings. Play that the characters have known each other for a while, are trying to have a relationship while trying to be their own unique selves, not having a relationship because THE PAST DOESN'T DEFINE ME, or even trying to avoid death in an adventurous fashion! Reply to others. ...I'll love you for a thousand more.

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[whatmenfear]

Vlad pauses, his whole body going very still, and he has never been more grateful for the fact that the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses keep the worst of his reaction hidden.

Even so, it is jarring. His mind reeling, unable to reconcile the reality -- 'You died. How can you be here if you died?' -- with what he knows in his heart to be true.

The girl behind the counter coughs delicately, snapping him out of his reverie, and he ducks his head, offering her an apologetic half-grin as he digs out his wallet to pay.

This is neither the time nor the place.