We'll be born again, again, and again

[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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Wanda Maximoff | mcu | f/m

[alayavedma]

Makoto Kino | Sailor Moon | F/M

[biggestplanet]

[ this is too real, too canon. ]

Rei Hino | Sailor Moon | F/M

[redheels]

[ a tragic romance builds character. ]

Jubei Kakkei | GetBackers | OTA

[blindneedles]

Yasha | RGVeda | m/m

[yashaou]

[ashandfire]

{Interested?}

Bridget Frostheart | Record of a Fallen Vampire | OTA

[frostheartedrose]

Alistair | Dragon Age | OTA

[fatherlesskind]

[Open to AUs of any kind.]

reincarnation plot is a go

[dweomer]

[ Davy wished he could have lost count of the centuries, the things he had seen and done, following the path of a rat who kept escaping him again and again into the Fade. He could not, however - his lot was to live as the world moved ever forward, as Thedas turned day after day into the future, the cities of old rising to greater heights than even the elves of Arlathan had ever reached by the power common to all mortal creatures: technology.

These days, Redcliffe was no longer some small town by the shore of Lake Calenhad - it spread for miles and stretched high into the sky, daring to reach heights no one would have ever dared centuries before. Davy had seen it all.

And nowadays he was just a vagabond, the sort this sort of world gave little opportunity and tried to ignore. When it could no longer ignore them, it tried to beat them and cast them out into the ever-shrinking wilderness. When they could no longer be forced into the wilderness, they became property, chattel, nothing more than something to be bought or sold.

So far, Davy had yet to become that, as if he'd ever allow it.

He could not, however, cease from being pestered by the authorities of this new age.

He was as fresh-faced as he'd been a thousand and some years ago, though dirty and huddled under rags and blankets he'd scavenged in one of this new Redcliffe's many parks. He was a nuisance, according to them, but not in any way Davy would have taken pride in.

He didn't even grace them with a glance. He felt too old for that these days, having loved and lost his rat a dozen times already. ]

Are you quite done, yet, my lords? I have naps to catch up on.

spock (rule!63) | star trek aos

[kosu]

[1701cmo]

[Would you like a Bones?]

Pyrrha Nikos| RWBY|OTA

[reluctant_destiny]

Bard Stefen | The Last Herald Mage | M/M

[painsinging]

Marja Virtanen | Mage: The Ascension OC | f/f

[onecatmore]

Zack Fair | FF7 | OTA

[restlesspuppy]

Akatsuki Chika | Zombie Loan | OTA

[moneyhunt]

((He's a zombie so that can be fun))

Grace Ford | OC

[barre_none]

Rey | SW: TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | OTA

[fatedforvictory]

hiiragi shinoa / owari no seraph / m/f

[shinoa]

Liling 'Lily' Yang | Mage: The Ascension | M/F

[splendidphoenix]

oruha ; clover ; ota

[lovefools]

Dragonslayer Ornstein | Dark Souls |OTA

[slayer_of_dragons]

_{[Because time is convoluted in his series and I figure another redheaded spear wielder on this meme won't go amiss.]}

Nora Martinez | The Strain

[canarybiochemist]

for timekills

[canarybiochemist]

Dementia was a cruel and unforgiving illness and it was what had stolen Mariela Martinez from her daughter. Nora was one of the brightest minds at the Centers for Disease Control and yet she could do next to nothing for her mother. It had caused her immeasurable grief to the point where she simply felt hollow inside. She searched for ways to heal her pain, to fill that void. Spending nights smoking her mother’s brand of cigarettes, she searched the internet for seminars and gurus which offered advice, trying them all until she was led to a name. Kamar-Taj.

Once in Nepal, it had taken a great deal of searching and some intervention from Karl Mordo to actually get Nora to Kamar-Taj, but once there she was swept away by the Ancient One’s explanation of worlds beyond the one she knew and forces she’d never even known existed. It gave Nora a dangerous measure of hope. Yes, perhaps she could find a higher state of mind and learn things medical school never could have taught her, but perhaps she could also find a way to reach her mother again if only to give her a proper goodbye. This was the driving force behind her studies.

Nora studied and read and practiced with a ferocity she hadn’t even displayed in her medical school days. Two weeks in and she was already a very promising student. While she approached things with an almost laser focus, she did notice her surroundings and the people around her. One in particular had her attention. Kaecilius. She had yet to speak to him, and yet he seemed so familiar. It was almost as if they’d met before, but she was certain they hadn’t. There had even been one night when she’d dreamt of him. Different clothes, different setting, even a different era, but she knew it was him. She’d woke in the very early hours of the morning concluding that she had been thinking of him far too much and decided to find a book to study.

The only person browsing for books, Nora took to mumbling lyrics to a tune that her mother used to sing. It had become habit, something she did when the ghost of her mother was particularly strong in her mind. It was a quiet song, but when she realized that she wasn’t alone in the room she stopped it abruptly. Without turning to see who else was in the room with her, she apologized in a voice tinged with her mother’s Argentinian accent.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was alone.”

She turned her head, a hint of surprise vaguely showing on her face when she saw who it was.