on the topic of fyodor now essentially being immortal… remember the trope where an immortal falls in love with a mortal?
“i will find you in every lifetime, no matter how long it takes me, i will find you and love you just the same”
except for fyodor, he can’t help but keep running into the one soul that enamored and satiated his curiosity when he first met you. you’re not like the others, you know, you should be honored. the first time he lost you when death claimed you in the night, he thinks a feeling like this can be compared to being killed for the first time again. painful, yes, but he will inevitably move on. time stands still for no one.
except in his next ‘life’, he finds you again. and again, and again, and again, until he finds you in his current time in yokohama. you’re back, he muses, and you don’t know him like all of your previous lifetimes. but he knows, and he can’t forget, he’ll never choose to forget you. what was that old platitude, how did it go again? amor vincit omnia? love conquers all? love is painful and brutal and gory, and to a man of his standing, the russian demon finds himself in a puzzle, a paradox.
well, that will be a problem for another time. he has his plans in motion, all that he needs now is to ensure that you don’t get in the way, it’ll be a shame if this chess game is over too soon, he was looking forward to winning the endgame, you know? perhaps this time, he’ll entertain you a little longer before the inevitability of closing this chapter occurs.
be good to him, won’t you, myshka? he’s waited for you in every lifetime, why won’t you let him savor you for now?
