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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Claire Bennet || NBC's Heroes || OTA
Xie Wang | Word Of Honor | OTA
Nie Huaisang | The Untamed | OTA
Lan Sizhui | The Untamed | OTA
elia martell | asoiaf | ota
Kurogiri/Shirakumo | My Hero Academia | ota
Grantaire | Les Miserables
les mispires I don't make the rules
Enjolras has been alert and engaged. He's coming back more into himself and the sort of sharp curiosity that had tangled him among these wonderful breakable creatures in the first place. He's twitching toward smiles and speaking at almost a full clip.
Except when he's twice as moody and withdrawn and clawing at the sheets when he's too maudlin to eat. Which, apparently, is tonight.]
v good
Off goes his shirt. Down he flops onto the bed, settling entirely too closely to the hungry vampire than most would be comfortable with.]
'm not moving til you eat, mon ange.
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Closing his eyes doesn't dull the scent. Nothing dampens the familiar pattern of Grantaire's heartbeat washing through the space between them.]
It's too soon. [It isn't. It's a very normal amount of time. It's just been so long since he'd been grinding through this much energy this quickly.] I've gone much longer before.
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[His hand settles against Enjolras' cheek; his pulse aimed to settle just near his mouth.]
I'll be okay, Alain.
[It's an incredibly gentle entreaty.]
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It still feels important to keep his grip gentle as Enjolras reaches for the hand on his cheek. Even after all this time, it still helps his own twisting heart to press a kiss against Grantaire's wrist without biting.]
You're tired too.
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All the more reason. I sleep better after you’ve eaten; you know that.
[His free hand lifts to touch at Enjolras’ hair, light and full of affection, before he starts to settle more properly again.]
Come on. Eat.
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It's a little less awful if he cradles the other against his chest. It's a little bit less unpleasant conceptually if there's a bit of gentleness in carding fingers into Grantaire's hair to find the best angle of throat and shoulder and collarbone. (It helps to sink into the sense of contentment, willingness, want the flickers up in anticipation.)
His fangs are almost to the man's skin when his fingers tense unhappily again.]
Isn't it different now?
[It feels different, now that it isn't just the two of them. It feels more, perhaps.]
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How d’you mean?
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[True, Enjolras didn't fully understand what had kept his companion alive through this long stretch of time--or how, exactly, their friends had come back through the wheel of time again. The sensation in his gut still points toward the possibility that it was all a sign that Grantaire could be released, back into the wash of time where humanity belonged.
It would be only right. It would be a free choice. It twists his fingers fretfully in the other's hair.]
I assume we’re at post-dating but lmk?
Absolutely can’t help, though, the rather possessive, desperate way he clings back for a moment, even as he speaks.]
If you… If that’s what you want, Apollo, I—
[Not quite right. Definitely more backsliding than the more gentle intimacy they’ve found themselves in since their friends returned. He’s unlearning, still.
The bitter joke is more defense mechanism than actual humor.]
—I’d argue that’d make it much harder to keep you fed. Not really worth the— more normalized human experience if it means having to deal with you being cranky because you’re not eating enough again.
for extra angst ofc
"Apollo" hurts even more.]
It isn't what I want.
[But it's been pressing at him, lately. It's been nagging at the back of his thoughts whenever the joy of the reunion became too much. His head ducks, forehead pressing against Grantaire's shoulder.]
But it's another chance to choose, Rafa.
[A much newer affection. One that certainly hadn't lived between them when blind desperation had first bound them.]
I don’t think you’ve ever Harmed me more than “Rafa” sobs ilu
‘Rafa’ bleeds much of the tension out of him. Pressing a kiss against his hair helps with the rest.]
We don’t even— know if that’s a safe choice for me to make.
[And maybe it helps, a little, that he’s trying to offer that initial premise of logic rather than emotion.]
And it’s… This is— part of us, Alain. It’s me getting to— take care of you and you giving me— purpose. Isn’t that a— good thing?
ur welcome!!!
Choice is good. Discussion is good. The world gets better when they work together to sort through difficult bits.]
Purpose is good. [So, to be sure,] This still... gives you purpose?
still crying
[Which Enjolras won't believe, but feels true nonetheless.
Still, it's better to let loose a soft sigh and continue with the words that will hopefully soothe more.]
I get to give back. My existence gets to-- mean something. And it's... it's better, I know, that they're-- back and that my meaning isn't just you. But you're still the most important part, mon ange. We're still the most important part.
[And he truly can't imagine a situation in which that would ever change.]
( ˘ ³˘)❤
This is them. This is the choice they've been making together for centuries but anew every single night. (This gets better with extra pieces, but it doesn't need to get taken away.)
Enjolras doesn't have breath to sigh. A soft hum will have to serve.]
We're still the most important part.
❤❤❤
Then let us be, soleil?
[This would all be made much easier if Enjolras accepts this a little more easily.]
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[Not quite strong enough, but it bubbles up first. There isn't time to edit because it's far more important to show, lips finding lips with more certainty.]
Yes.
[That's better. Stronger. The more correct word--just like more correct than yet another kiss is bringing his lips to Grantaire's throat.]
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Je t’aime.
[It’s an expression of trust as much as it’s one of love. Baring his neck more properly comes without hesitation or concern, and that’s absolutely an expression of both trust and love, as well.]
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The reciprocal words are slightly lost against Grantaire's throat as Enjolras finally sinks his teeth in.]
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It really hasn’t been too much of a delay. There’s a touch of blurriness to the edges of his vision and a bit more of a paleness to him when it’s over, but that’s nothing surprising.
Doesn’t keep him from managing a somewhat tired smile as he lifts a hand to Enjolras’ hair.]
‘m okay.
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Not entirely. This is never entirely pleasant. This is always a bit of a painful point in his existence. But like this? Easy and intimate, not terribly overwhelming?
It leaves a bit of a smile lingering on Enjolras's lips, even as his brow furrows and fingers smooth protectively over Grantaire's hair.]
You're sure?
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Bit lightheaded.
[It's honest, because he always tries to be after a feeding.]
Prob'ly gonna-- fall 'sleep.
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Enjolras takes a careful moment to lick carefully around his own mouth, cleaning off the lingering flecks of blood. Clean, his lips are needed to pepper a handful of soft kisses against Grantaire's skin as he settles more properly into the bed.]
I'll be here.
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[He's going to cuddle in close, sighing incredibly contentedly as he does so.]
Love you.
[It's important to say again.]
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I love you, Rafa.
[Important to say all the same, with one last light kiss to the other's forehead before sleep comes.]
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This is where he can rest, entirely easily, until he wakes again.]
strahd von zarovich | curse of strahd/ravenloft | ota!
open to m/m and m/f! just know he aint cute and this isn't going to end well. )
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Would you be interested in planning something? )
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this is like a hodgepodge of prompts im ngl lmao
Strahd von Zarovich would have it no other way. He delights in sharing not just his valley of Barovia with his captives, but his castle, with unsuspecting visitors from beyond its misty walls. Strahd loves nothing more than to watch them fumble their way into traps and beasts, to watch his brides taunt and feast on unsuspecting visitors who see his lowered drawbridge as an invitation to safety, warmth in a cruel and cold land of unspeakable horror and constant, oppressive misery. Regardless of their reason for thinking their place was in his very home - trust in themselves or trust in good where it did not belong - to watch the immediate bending and breaking of heroes from this close was always a rare and exceptional treat.
Such is his plan as he tracks quietly the progression of this newest man, silver-haired and pale, from room to candlelit room. Footsteps echo heavy in tall, silent halls. Fresh eyes fall on rich tapestries and ancient statues for the first time in decades. This is not his first time watching this one, of course - the eyes of birds and rats and wolves and dogs all over his valley give themselves to him freely. He has tracked this one's path not just through his front door, but through his land. He has watched him surreptitiously as he tracks through ruined villages and thick woods, creatures and mortals both serving him well as conduits. He isn't her, surely - but there is still something there which tugs at some forgotten corner of his mind. He's known for some time that this one would make his way to his fine home - and sooner rather than later.
Thus, he's prepared for this. He's confined his brides to their velvet chambers. Rahadin, though ready, has been given his instructions: do not reveal yourself unless I call for you. Creatures huddle in their shadows, traps stayed. The castle is, for all intents and purposes, empty. This one is safe from all which he does not attack.
Strahd watches, for a time, not yet close but never far away. He watches this man pass through his noble halls, fingers on portraits and tapestries, lingering on doors. He watches, soundless.
Not until he finds himself in the dining hall does he think to reveal himself. A sumptuous feast awaits him - food the likes of which cannot be obtained in his humble valley alone. Roast pig and chicken and stewed vegetables. Bottles of wine and fine goblets. A long, thick, oaken table laden with food. At the opposite end of the long dining room waits Strahd's very heart; an extravagant pipe organ. Clean, shining keys set in layers, three keyboards in all. Tall pipes, set in intricately carved, glossy wood. It is less of an instrument and more of a structure, dominating the other end of the dining room from floor to ceiling, marble statues of shining figures reaching despairingly for the howling pipes.
Only here does Strahd make himself known. A gentle, lashing exhale behind him, mists swirling around the tall figure of Strahd von Zarovich as he apparates - one hand around a silvered goblet of red wine, the other picking up white strands of hair like a breeze, letting them fall over his clawed fingers. ]
Lovely colour.
<3 it's perfect
It's inevitable that his journey leads him to the castle. The large walls have called him from a distance though those around the structure met his questions about its master with silence. Instead of allowing fear to dissuade him from exploration, Sui visits with the same confidence with which he used to tackle the rest of the kingdom.
It seems he doesn't have to wait long for the company. ]
I think so, too.
[ His reply comes with an almost musical tone; nine-tailed foxes are known for their artistry, and Sui is no different even if his tails are currently hidden. It's rare that he displays his features when visiting a new location. Still, he speaks with an open invitation to continue the conversation; they can be friends until he's given reason to think otherwise. ]
You should lock your door, or you'll find yourself interrupted during dinner.
Maedhros | the silmarillion | ota
Essek Thelyss | Critical Role | M/M
hawks | my hero academia | m/m
William Laurence | Temeraire
Archie Kennedy | Hornblower
Tristan 🗝️ Arthurian Legend
Cassandra de Rolo | Critical Role
Nie Huaisang | Mo Dao Zu Shi