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[size35 [great+vibes [#02585e ❝. . . . I will cast thee to the ground, I will lay thee before kings, that they may behold thee. . .❞]]]
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[size18 [poiret+one If you were given a second chance at life, what would you change?
The night you died, the entire world stopped. [i Your] world stopped. And in the midst of all that emptiness, you felt his presence. He pulled you from the void and breathed life back into you; was this what it meant, to be touched by death?
Muse A discovers a journal he wrote in a past life and determined to know who they were before, delves into a history that leads them to the discovery of Muse B, their previous significant other, and unbeknownst to them, their soulmate.
By painful coincidence, Muse A encounters Muse B's reincarnation, unaware that it is him at first, until the past begins to align with the present and the two learn more about one another over time.
Trouble is... would Muse B ever truly believe that in a past life, they had been destined? What's more... are they destined again?
[Julius+Sans+One [size17 [#223f2d ❝. . . Just as night becomes day again, a love once bound will know no end . . .❞
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[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center As the male was waiting for his order, his eyes turned towards the window. People watching had been one of his favorite pastimes. It seemed to comfort him. It might have been strange to think like that, but it did. Seeing what other's do, how they walk, how they talk, how they look at their loved one. It's something he had always wanted to capture on film and draw on a canvas. It might be strange to some people, but to him it was a hobby. A hobby he thought about making money off of. It wouldn't hurt, right?]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center A small sigh passed though his lips, and when his order was ready he slowly stood and went to get his coffee and food. He then moved back to his table and sat back down. As he sat down again, another male walked in. A blonde male. Something seemed to stir inside of him, and he didn't know what it was. He felt like he wanted to call out to the male, and have him join him. Would that be weird? Or would it be normal? He honestly didn't know at the moment. For now he kept quiet.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He lifted his coffee cup to his lips, took a sip and his eyes moved back to the blonde. There was that feeling again. The feeling of knowing him, or seeing him somewhere before. The blonde looked confused or lost, maybe both. He sighed lightly as he placed his cup back down and stood slowly. He moved towards the male, and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. [#72FE95 "There is a spare chair at my table, if you would like it. I can also help you with your load as well"] he offered lightly.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He didn't know why he had offered the last part, but he did. He didn't know if it would be wise to wait, so he slowly turned and moved back to his table. He sat back down, crossed his ankles and lifted the cup to his lips once more. He took another sip of the bitter tasting liquid, and then picked up his bread. He ripped off a piece and popped it into his mouth. It tasted amazing, and it made his mouth water for more. He took off another bite and placed it on his tongue.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center However the bread was made, it made him smile a bit. It tasted like heaven and he wouldn't mind getting more for home. He made a mental note to do just that too. His eyes slowly wandered back to the male, and he stood and walked over and took the man's bags. [#72FE95 "Please I insist that you join me. There isn't much room here, and I wouldn't mind the company in the least"] he said with a warm smile. He didn't know if he was acting on the feeling, or what. In a way he was working on impulse too.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He set the male's things down, and then turned back to him. He plastered on another smile. [#72FE95 "My name is Porter by the way"] he said as he pointed to the empty chair. He then took his seat back, and leaned back. He ripped off another bite of the treat he had, and ate it. He waited for the other to say something, or just walk out. It would be better than the silence that washed over them all of a sudden.]]
[center [i Ugh... what time is it?] A small voice whined at the daylight, body stiff from the chill. He exhaled sharply as he rearranged his limbs, realising he'd managed to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position, and in a frigid room no less. Was the heat not working? Sliding out of the bed, Octavian swore softly at the sharp cold that kissed his soles. "Jesus..."
A quick stride across the room told him all he needed to know. Where the heat was meant to come up was cold, his toes numb by the time he had crouched near the vents. And of course, to his luck, the landlord wouldn't be returning until the following week. Something about having to drive out to another property. Then again, perhaps there was a set of keys for someone to do maintenance? Except-
"Of course. You took the groundskeeper with you. Fantastic." He chuckled at the frustration of it, realising in that moment that he would have to mix a bath for himself. Two dutch pots of water to boil, and he filled the tub the rest of the way with cold, lighting up in the meantime as he waited. Beyond his space, he could hear another tenant. They must've gotten in whilst he'd been asleep?
Curiosity tempted him, but he was intent on having a bath before anyone saw him. Not to mention washing his face and brushing his teeth. If he hadn't grown up in The Olde Country, this might've been an entirely different kind of struggle.
An hour later he was dressing for the day, bundled up to fend off the late autumn chill. He'd have to go into town to get something temporary for now, or risk freezing his nips off. Given those two options? The trip into town sounded [i far] more appealing.
Octavian was off then, home securely locked up, belly empty. Breakfast in town had been the plan, but something light with tea or coffee seemed a better plan. First thing he did, though, was head to the store for those little heaters. Then he stopped into the market to pick up a few things, and before long had managed to make his way down to the little coffee shoppe of sorts.
Perfect place to pick up some tea and perhaps some pain au chocolat. Toting half of his life, he ducked in from the cold and was affronted by an instantaneous wall of earthy, chocolatey warmth. [i Definitely] beat the temperatures outside.
He shuffled up behind a brunet once inside, having spotted him heading in just moments before he had managed to get in the door. There were a decent number of townsfolk there and not all that many tables. Which meant potentially sharing with a stranger - a prospect he didn't mind in the least - or getting his breakfast to go.
Catching his breath a bit, the blond checked his mobile, thinking to himself about how lovely it would be to get a landline and ditch the mobile. This place inspired strange impulses, including but not limited to returning to simpler ways like face to face conversations and... fresh air.
Peering down at his bags once he'd placed his order, it suddenly occurred to him. How was he going to get all of this stuff back to the manor? Preferably without giving himself third degree burns?]
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[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center A small sigh passed though the male's lips as he looked out the window. Snow was starting to fall, and something about the winter always drew him in. The cold weather, and the fact he could break out the winter clothes. In a way he felt more alive when winter rolled around. It wasn't normal, but then again he himself wasn't normal either. A knock was heard, and his eyes moved towards the door. [#72FE95 "Come in"] he called out. The door slowly opened and his sister walked into the room. Her arms were wrapped around herself.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center [#ff00ff "Do you really have to leave? Christmas is in a couple of months, and I know momma would want you here"] she said lightly looking up towards him slowly. [#72FE95 "I do have to leave Lila. It's better this way, I know mom would want me here, but she really doesn't. She doesn't want someone like me around. I don't really blame her either"] he said as he opened his arms. Lila moved into his arms and rested her head against his chest. [#ff00ff "I know things are hard, but I need you"] she whispered, her voice cracking.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center The male stood there holding his sister against him. He knew the woman was struggling with her cancer, and it was eating him up inside. This was a really bad time to leave, but he didn't have a choice in the matter. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. [#72FE95 "You are always welcome to come with me. You don't have to stay here"] he said with a small sigh. The look in her eyes told him, she wasn't going to be leaving any time soon. She shook her head, and a tear escaped.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center [#ff00ff "You know I can't travel. Plus you are leaving the country.. I can't go with you Porter, and I really wish you would stay with me"] she said reaching up and wiping her tears away. The male reached out and cupped her chin in his hand. [#72FE95 "If it get's worse, I'll come home. I promise you Lila. You aren't losing me forever"] he whispered kissing her forehead. [#ff00ff "I know I'm not, but it feels like I am"] she said breaking down into tears finally. Brother and sister stood there holding each other tightly.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center As the time slowly passed, it was time for Porter to get on his plane and head to his new life. He kissed her forehead lightly and finally let her go. They said their last goodbyes, and then Porter was in a taxi heading for the airport. Growing up in England wasn't the best, but he knew it would always be his home. He sighed lightly as he looked out the cab window, and watched as Lila sat on the front steps tears running down her cheeks, his own heart breaking at the sight. He looked away and held it together the best he could.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center The moment he was on the plane, and flying out of England was the best time of his life. He was leaving his old life behind, and moving onto a new chapter of his life. He pulled out his phone and scrolled though the pictures. Lila had taken more of herself, and his heart broke inside of his chest. He knew he wouldn't be able to afford to come back when it was her time to leave. He was already regretting his choice on leaving. He sighed and shut the phone off, looking out the window.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center The plane trip wasn't that bad, it was trying to find his apartment that was a pain in the ass. The moment he found the building, he knew it would be a little bit longer before he could unpack. It's been two days since he left England, and so far he hasn't heard anything from Lila. He didn't know if that was a good sign, or a bad one. He shoved those thoughts aside as he took boxes into his new apartment. His boss had called the night before asking if he had made it okay.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He would be starting his new job on Monday, so he had the weekend to himself to unpack, and get to know the area. As he was unpacking his mind wandered. He felt like he'd been here before. He knew he hadn't, but the feeling was strong. He looked around the messy apartment and laughed lightly. [#72FE95 "You are new, it's strange to be here"] he muttered lightly. As he was unpacking he wanted to get out of the house, and see what this place had to offer. He went to shower, and then get dressed.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He slid into a pair of jeans, and a light blue shirt along with a vest. He then slid his socks on, along with his shoes. He was finally ready to go. He made sure he had everything he needed, locked up his apartment and walked down the hall. He had seen another person moving in, and he wanted to know who it was. Soon enough he would. He let out a small sigh as he walked out of the building, and out into the morning air. He smirked a bit and shoved his hands into his pockets.]]
[google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Caudex][caudex [center He started down the street, not really caring where he was going. All he knew was, he wanted a walk, and that's what he was doing. The morning was nice, and he hoped it would stay that way for the next couple of hours. He walked down the street and headed into town. He spotted a nice coffee shop and wandered inside. He could do with a large coffee, to help wake him up a bit more.]]
[center How many times had he been through all of these things? It seemed like he'd spent at least an hour on each box, and he was no closer to getting any of this unpacking done than he had been several hours before when this whole mess had first begun. Figured, though. He'd been offered the help, and like ever the accommodating bastard had turned it down in favour of saving a friend the burden.
Did he ever regret it [i now].
Hauling his ass up from polished, darkly-stained cherry wood, the blond wandered his way through a maze of boxes for the kitchen. There were about sixteen missed calls from family, but nothing work-related so they could surely wait until tomorrow to interrogate him.
No one had his new address yet. Which was more or less the point, he guessed. Fresh start, new place, less noise, too. His old neighbours had been terrors. It also didn't hurt that this place overlooked water.
He'd move from a small one-bedroom flat to the third story of an old manor. The entire third floor had been converted, retaining as much of the original structure as possible, into something of a condo. A kitchen had been added, and there was a door that sealed off the stairway, but all else had more or less remained the same. There were three bedrooms on this floor and an attic above at his disposal.
A sitting room of sorts was just down the hall from the stairs that led up to his bedroom, and a lift that ran from the third floor to the first was still viable if the stairs weren't an option. He would simply need a key, because of course, you could never be too safe.
One of the bedrooms, as he'd already decided, would be converted into a study, the sitting room functioning as the salon of course. The floor plan almost made it obvious that this floor must have functioned, to some degree, independently of the others. It was so [i open] that save for the extra guest room, he could travel easily between the spaces if all of the doors were left ajar.
He'd yet to meet those living on the lower floors, but at some point they'd likely run into one another, assuming they kept similar hours at all.
Stealing a can of Canada Dry seltzer from the small fridge he'd brought along, the man trailed his way up into the attic, where his bedroom would be. At the very least, he'd managed to get the entire room cleaned and partially set up. Much to his pleasure, there had already been a good amount of furniture when he'd arrived. All antiques but perfectly preserved. Anders had been informed upon his arrival that he was free to discard them if they did not suit his style, but he saw no reason to trash such lovely pieces. Besides, considering what he did for a living, it was almost sacrilegious to even consider?
Moving for the bed, he shoved a box of books to one side, turning on the small lamp gracing his end table to better see its contents. He sipped as he sifted, spying classics he was already well familiar with and a few obscure novels he'd have to give some time for.
Maybe he'd spend his time procrastinating on that and the boxes would ultimately find a way to unpack themselves.
He considered this on his way to the toilet, running the water into an old claw foot tub before sealing the drain. There would be plenty of time to explore the grounds in the morning before work, but before then, he at least needed a bath and a good night's sleep.
Beyond the walls, a wind was picking up, hard enough to bring the panes to shudder as it passed. He cracked it to let in the wintry front and undressed moments later, drink deposited on the counter for the time being.
Something about all of the silence felt... haunting. Sure, he was alone, but it didn't quite feel that way. Maybe that was just the way it was with old houses, though. Always full of history. Maybe he'd even see a ghost or two.
Soon, he was washed and dressed for the night, box of books dragged to the opposing wall where he climbed up to shelve them neatly above his desk. It was a quick task and he was grateful for the moment his head hit the pillow, exhaustion bringing every inch of him to melt into the comfort of his bed.
Tomorrow... the mess could wait until tomorrow.
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