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tigriswolf ([personal profile] tigriswolf) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2014-09-05 12:09 am

Friday: reincarnation

And here on Friday, the final theme is reincarnation. Your favorite character lived before or will live again, maybe they’ve started remembering their past life…


As ever, the rules are:

*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.

If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Have fun!

FILL: There is Gonna Be a Flame, Historical RPF, Augustus/Livia [PG]

[identity profile] doreyg.livejournal.com 2014-09-05 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
They meet when he's a third year PPE student at Oxford, twenty-two and hungry, and she's a seventeen year old schoolgirl, visiting at the behest of her parents. It's a chance meeting, a coincidental brush past each other on a crowded street. It should be simple - eyes meet, vague smiles, careful side-stepping and on with their lives...

Their eyes meet; he drops his books, she gasps and comes to a complete halt.

"...Livia?"

"Gaius," she says, tongue feeling like lead in her mouth. And then quickly shakes the mist from her head, straightens her shoulders and gives the slight smile that she's ruled her school with for at least six years, "It's Olivia, now. Olivia Claude. And you are...?"

"Gus," he murmurs, blinking rapidly - and then gives a wry grin of his own, bends down to retrieve his books in a few neat movements, "Angus Julien III, to be as exact as you."

"III?" Her smile grows, broadens; takes on something of the wolf always waiting inside, "my, you do come from a distinguished family. Should I curtsy or something? Bow my head and tip my cap and acknowledge you as my superior?"

"Like you ever did that," Gaius- Gus snorts, shakes his head - straightens and offers her an elbow with that smoothness that only he's ever been able to manage, "come, we should catch up. Have anywhere you need to be in the next hour or so?"

"I was thinking of going to a few talks, but they're irrelevant really," she grins, and slips her arm through his - linking them together, as neatly as they ever were, "I spotted a Costa down the road, if you're interested?"

"You read my mind, Olivia."

"I always do, Gus."