Reincarnation is not what it’s made out to be -- of soulful staring, trembling hands, and fervent, hot mouths, of déjà vu cloaked around one’s shoulders, a cape of remorse and retribution, of tearful declarations and happier endings.
{ no, reincarnation is a heart beating wild, never-ending adrenaline, jumpy scares, turning around to face familiar eyes, and then running away, breath shaky, legs uneven, and then throwing up in an alleyway. reincarnation is feeling a brush of fingers at your neck and looking up, and remembering words like daggers, and it’s nothing but a spiral down, down down, down, down. }
{ he muses to himself -- now he is his own person }
{ but he never was anyone to begin with was he? }
It’s still a shock -- onyx hair swishing behind her gently, ruby pools, that gentle voice of hers, words almost caressed in a lifting air, as if she sang every word.
{ she is the same and alien all at the same time and oz wonders if she’s haunted by her demons too }
Her name sits heavily on his tongue, a tentative whisper, reluctant, as if she would disappear, whisked away by the wind, crumbling, a stolen hiss and nothing else. Fear floods his system, and he sticks his hand out, fingers trembling --
“-- Oz Vessalius, uh, I’m -- ”
{ stuttering, he’s nervous, heat flooding his cheeks, burnt red clashing horribly with his coloring }
“-- I, uh, it’s so nice too finally meet you. Alice is no trouble -- I mean, Alice is my friend and she’s wonderful and I’m honored to meet her mom. Um, she adores you, you know?”
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