open post | reincarnation

[musain]

❝Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we’re bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, rebirth our future.❞ Your characters keep meeting across time and space, dying and being born again. Every lifetime is an adventure. For reference / inspiration: the Cloud Atlas trailer how to: ♛ tag in with your characters: write about who they were in the past, give them alternate names, make up alternate history: there are no hard and fast rules. ♛ tag others: is it a love story for the ages? a rivalry that spans centuries? is there something that draws them to another, something they can't quite pin down? an overwhelming sense of deja vu? or was it just someone you saw in a dream? ♛ have fun, and be excellent.

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/switched because icons. my other one expired

[glaringprotego]

[Looking up, there's a cute boy here all of a sudden. The one she sees ocassionally but doesn't quite know what to think of him. He interests her in a way she can't honestly describe, like he's someone she needs to know or she knew before, but that's silliness. Her smile is hesitant, the awkward sensation of knowing him deeply and not knowing him at all, but all at once.]

If you'd like. The tables weren't so crowded earlier. [Moving her stacks of books to one side, she tries to hid her curiousity as she peers at his book.]

both of mine are expired weeps

[nosigntospeakof]

[His stomach flips when she smiles. There's a startling sense of déjà vu too, that leaves him with a bewilderment that almost outweighs the thrill of having a pretty girl talk to him. Almost.]

Thank you. I really can't imagine why it got so crowded so quickly. [-Except maybe because of why you're there, Sal???] ...Professor Wulfenbach's poli-sci class just let out and he gave us a lot of reading to do. Suppose I wasn't the only one who thought the library would be the best place for it. [His books are an odd combination of subject: political science, religious studies, social justice. But tucked between them is something unexpected, a worn copy of Sense and Sensibility.

Don't judge him, he's a romance junkie.]

Re: both of mine are expired weeps

[glaringprotego]

[Dierdre smiles and then laughs, her eyes dropping to the one fiction book among all the myriad books. True, she enjoyed studying religion and that was on her course list for the next semester, but fiction was her first love. Sense and Sensibility, she smiled wider and then realized how silly she looked. She hadn't even responded to him.]

Oh well, yes. It is a place for reading most of all, though I think under a tree or a bench might have ended up being a better place. Not that you could have known that before.

[nosigntospeakof]

[His eyes light up when she laughs. There's something so familiar about it it, something he just can't place.]

I suppose. When one thinks about reading the library is usually the first place to come to mind. [He's so good at stimulating conversation, can't you tell?] Oh! Sorry, if I'm going to be sitting with you for the next ten chapters of my book I should probably introduce myself. I'm Sal Vantas, of the small community known as Too Many Majors.

[glaringprotego]

[ She can't help the smile or her giggles all smothered behind a hand to keep them quiet in the relative silence of the library. Dierdre almost wants to scoot over and sir beside him, he's that familiar, but she doesn't. She's not that strange.]

Dierdre Leijon, of the dusty land of English Lit. Purrea--Pleased to meet you.

[nosigntospeakof]

[He's positive he wouldn't mind in the slightest if she scooted closer but his mother raised him well enough to know about personal bubbles and other people's comfort zones. That's not going to stop him from grinning like the doofus he is when she giggles.]

Purrleased to meet you too, Ms. Leijon. Dierdre Leijon, that's a very unique name if you don't mind my saying.

[glaringprotego]

Well my mother was quite the unique person herself. [ His repetition of her silly pun makes her blush though and she ducked her head, twiddling with her pencil ] You don't have to deal with my terrible puns, it's an old habit. I used them as a kid, they slip out when I'm...nervous.

[nosigntospeakof]

She sounds like it. [He picks up the thickest book out of his stack.] And what if I like puns? What if I have a particular fondness for cats and puns, especially when the two are combined? [Wait, nervous? Oh no, is he making her uncomfortable? Is the laughter just a polite attempt to cover up that she's anxious with him there?]

I hope I'm not the source of your nerves.

[glaringprotego]

[Oh no, she shouldn't...She's not...] You're not the source--well I mean--You're the good...source of my nerves?

[Nervous laugh, why is she nervous, she's never nervous. Why does he make her feel giddy and nervous. God she's being an idiot.

Just smiling makes it better right? Oh wow she just needs to stop talking. What do you talk to men about?]

...I'm just pawful at talking to humans. I should just talk to cats.