#multiple lives

a Viktuuri reincarnation microfic

Across too many lives and thousands of years, Victor chased after his love. In each life his love was from a higher caste, or more talented, or more popular, or more successful than him. His love was always far kinder, always surrounded by others who loved and cared for him, too.

Victor studied, trained, sometimes even fought and killed for the right to be at his love's side.

Sometimes Victor failed. Sometimes Victor didn't meet his love before one of them died or, in one awful life, Victor failed to recognize his love before his love married someone else. They needed to make eye contact for Victor to recognize his love and a kiss to seal their bond.

Whenever he succeeded and finally kissed his love, the memories of their lives slowly returned to his love.

Soft snow dusted her face as the beginnings of the spell tumbled from her lips like a silent prayer.

A thick coating of snow covered the ground they sat on, pressed up against the cover of the tree they leant against, his teeth lodged in the soft flesh of her neck whist the heavy pulsing of magic flowed around them, ancient words spilling from Hazels lips as Kol slowly drank from her helping induce a state of weakness and near death.

Like pale ghosts almost invisible against the glistening snow, they came to her. One by one each of them appeared called forward through time by the old magic that tied their fates together the same fate that had cursed them and forced them to endure a continual cycle of devastation, loss and death.

Slowly each presence gently approached the pair, though only visible to Hazel, Kol could feel that they were no longer alone through the bond of magic that enclosed the pair. It was almost as if they sensed that she was finally weak enough, the slow and steady blood loss now making her all the more vulnerable that they then converged on the couple, each one gently placing their hand upon Hazel’s chest, the contact forcing a cry from the young girls lips and each figures touch brought forth their memories, as they took their first breath and then their last, every memory filtering into her own, until the very last, the Original, the reason they where here in the first place.

“Genevieve!” the name tumbles from her lips, and from behind her Kol’s arms tighten every so slightly around the young girl’s waist.

Genevieve’s figure is far clearer and well-formed compared to her other companions, a sad smile pulled across her lips, her features a perfect mirroring of Hazel’s they were in a way one in the same. Her hands are cold but gentle against Hazel’s cheeks as Genevieve leans in to press their foreheads together.

you'll be for me. Come find me, in those new toes and heels of yours - I'll be waiting, or I'll find you myself, by the scent of your soul.