reveriesofprophecy:
Oliver knew whom he was speaking to, not just from the fact that they had knew each other once upon a time, but because his visions had foreseen this very event taking place. Although the vampire’s Psychometric abilities tended to be specific in nature, and people’s choices could alter destiny, he was happy to see that Jasper hadn’t walked down a different path. “You don’t remember me, do you?” The dark blonde gave the other a small smile. He pulled out a unique locket that he wore from behind his shirt and the blue in his eyes stood out even more. “Gosh when was it…1930?” He recalled the small tea shop when they’d crossed paths their covens coming together for a meeting. “My name is Oliver. Oliver Renwyk.” Oliver held out his hand to shake the other’s.
He seemed to gawk a little; Jasper’s lips pulled into a thin line as he tilted his head. Curls fell onto his face as he furrowed his brows in thought. Jasper couldn’t remember every single person he remembered in his life, but he certainly felt like he should be remembering Oliver, right? He shook his head a little; he could certainly feel the other’s emotions, and to be frank, he could feel a faint feeling of nostalgia. He offered a kind smile in return. “ Ah, Oliver. Tha’ sounds pretty damn familiar, if I say so, “ He began, taking the other’s hand in return and giving a firm shake. “ I don’t quite remember the name exactly, but I’m sure it’ll come back t’me soon. “
