Everyone knows the feeling of when you see someone and you know you've seen them before. Isn't that a part of déjà vu? But what if the connection you have with that person goes beyond the superficial recognition of familiarity? Perhaps you were connected once...in the most intimate of ways. Some religions and philosophies believe in reincarnation of souls, and it's said that souls could be reincarnated together - once again to follow out the same path they did before.
Or maybe not. Maybe it could be a second chance for fixing things that went wrong before, like the a tragedy or circumstances keeping you apart. But can you take that chance? Do you even want to?
HOW TO PLAY- Comment with your character, stating preferences and pertinent information.
- Tag around to others and roll the RNG to determine what your scenario will be.
- The first roll determines the parameters of the "past life," the second the parameters of the "present life." The meme is intended to take place in the present, but there's nothing stopping you from playing out flashbacks to the "past."
- Play out the scene!
- WARNING: There will probably be triggers here.
| | A. THE PAST- Medieval: The two of you lived in the middle ages or an equal high fantasy setting. Kings, queens, knights, wizards, your doomed love was set among the sword and shield.
- Feudal Japan: During this time, honor reigned supreme and warriors lived and died by the sword. Perhaps the two of you lived here?
- War: World War I, World War II, World War...III? Whatever the tension was, the two of you weren't living in happy times.
- Not Human: You were gods, demons, monsters, angels - or at least one of you was.
- Sci-Fi: The two of you found love in a world of science and technology...maybe a base on the moon?
- Taboo: In a past life, the two of you were related, yet still somehow fell in love. Or perhaps there was a big age gap, or different social standings. Whatever it was, your affection was "wrong," somehow.
- Intended for Someone Else: One of you was engaged, intended, or taken by someone else.
- Not Allowed: For some reason, you couldn't have your love back then.
- Tragically Cut Short: Somehow, your love ended in tragedy and one of you died.
- Living Happily Ever After: The two of you grew old together, had a family, the whole shebang, and died of old age. As a reward, you get to be with your loved one again.
- WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
B. THE PRESENT- (Not So) First Meeting: You could swear you've seen this person before...but where?
- Need to Be Near You: You don't know why, but you have to be close to this person, to protect them, to love them.
- Memories: You're having memories of your past life and it's freaking you out.
- The Reveal: Somehow, the truth is revealed to you about who you used to be and what you life was like with this person.
- But I'm Taken: Unfortunately, you've already moved on to someone else who doesn't fit into the picture of your past.
- You Have to Be With Me: You're determined to rejoin with your past lover...even if they're not interested.
- He Doesn't See Me: You're afraid your lover only sees the past "you" and not the you who exists now. Are they in love with a memory?
- Madness Ensues: It's getting hard for you to tell which life is the "real" one, the one you have now or the one in the past. Perhaps you only see one way of release: becoming reincarnated again.
- It All Worked Out: The battles are fought, the war is one. You've earned your happy ending in this life and the two of you can live together.
- WILDCARD or CHOOSE YOUR OWN
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bakerstreet2016-12-20 10:48 am
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"You're still the one who looks like royalty," he teases as he sits up and tugs the end of Jon's shirt towards his head.
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"Only to the untrained eye," he answers with a cocky grin.
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Alejandro runs his palms up the other man's chest, tracing lines of definition, stroking over his nipples, wanting to know where and how he likes to be touched best. He ducks his head down to steal a kiss from his mouth, then moves lower, kissing his throat, biting gently at his collarbone, pressing more kisses against his shoulder.
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Alejandro looks so lived in, so solid and real. His hands find the marks and scars and runs over them with a strange mix of emotions: flashes of anger, at whoever might have harmed him. Thankfulness, that he's survived them. And something else, a sort of appreciation and admiration, mixed in one, for all that Alejandro has survived. When he can, he leans in to kiss the mark on the other man's shoulder, turning his head to start kissing Alejandro in return.
If he hadn't known his king...
If he hadn't found him...
He doesn't even want to think about it right now. There are pants to remove.
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gone on.
Alejandro sometimes feels like he's living as The Little Mermaid, walking every day on shark's teeth, but he's grown up since he was thirteen and everything came back to him. He's had lovers, he's loved, he has a child. There was always going to be a hole in him, but he'd decided to keep on. He only attempted suicide once, and he was just so ashamed--
Well. There are things Jon doesn't need to know.
Pants, yes. Pants are currently the worst, as are shoes and underwear, and Alejandro expertly gets rid of all of that off the both of them before he's crawling back over the other man and touching, kissing, pressing their bodies together and drinking him in.
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Well, he's certainly built. Achieved. He's always been in the top tier of any group he's been a part of, driven 'like the devil himself is after him' as his grandfather had once said, but the only thing that had chased him was ghosts. He'd have gone on, but no matter what he'd accomplished, it would have been very hard to convince him that he hadn't been a failure. Healthy or not, there were days when he'd felt more like Hephaestion than Jon and they had been, well, rough days.
Things Alejandro will never know, as much because Jon doesn't really want to talk about them as because, in his presence, with him there, they hardly exist. Or if they do, the darkness is drained from them along with the loneliness.
Especially now that they're working on pants and underwear and shoes and socks too, yes, those need to go, anything, everything between them. He can't even think of sex when he just wants to make sure he gets to either taste or touch every part of his partner.
Right now, though, he's going to insist on a bit more kissing with the nakedness for flavor.
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Unsurprisingly.
(There are those anecdotes historians trot out 'defending' Alexander the Great's sexuality, that he was renowned for his self control around beautiful women, not realizing the humor. Meanwhile: all of his lovers.)
More kissing is good. More than good. Alejandro wants to feel like he's drowning in him, he wants to be overwhelmed so that every bit of disorientation with how different he is now is chased away; he really had given up. He's had his strange, awful dreams, and he's had thousands of intrusive thoughts suggesting things like Maybe he was reborn with you, and simply died as a child.
But he's not dead. He's right here.
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He just keeps grabbing. Looping his arms around. Holding him against his own body or running his hands over him or finding a new little piece of him that's unique and wonderful.
At one point, he holds Alejandro still for just a moment, just half a heartbeat, with their foreheads pressed. He breathes in and that's... something in that was all he needed before diving in to kiss Alejandro a few more times.