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Warnings: This fic contains spoilers for Conqueror of Shambala. You have been warned.
In Another Life
She sat across the fire, her shawl wrapped tightly around her. Her hair fell in heavy waves around her face and down her back. She was staring into the fire, ignoring the dancing and singing that occupied the attention of the gypsy camp. Her ears seemed deaf to the whoops and cries of the young men and women who danced for life, for passion, for rebirth, for memory of those who had gone before. They turned and leapt and twisted in wild abandon. But she ignored them.
He watched her carefully, his mulled wine growing cold in his hand. He stood and approached her, stern faced and curious, echoes of memories haunting him. A woman with pale skin. A woman with fire in her eyes and ice on her skin. A woman born of demons. A woman not of this place, a woman he had dreamed of as he lay in the back of his wagon. A woman from a past that was not his.
"I knew you in another life," he said, looking down at her. "I loved you, in another life."
A secretive smile curved up her thin lips. She adjusted her shall and offered her hand to him. It was warm.
"Yes," she said. "You did."
"I remember you."
"I know." She nodded, her eyes dark and mysterious by the firelight. "I remember you. There was a desert. You held me underneath a sky full of stars."
"And you were cold."
"And you burned," she said, standing. She was a tall woman, as she had been. "I've been watching you. I wondered, if you knew. I dreamed of you."
"God has blessed us," he said, searching her eyes. "To return us to one another in this life."
"Indeed." She only smiled, her shawl slipping over her shoulder. The bells on her wrists clinked and rattled, the sound nearly lost under the sound of the drums and flutes. "Would you love me in this life, then?"
"I would." It was surely the will of god. For them to be given another life, together, was nothing but holy blessing. In the olden days, women had taken their own lives at the death of their husband, to ensure their next life was spent together.
"We had little time," she said, a sadness in her voice. Her fingers traced a phantom mark upon his face, the brass of her bracelets catching the light of the fire. Around them the dancing and singing went on, the young men and women flinging their bodies without tiring.
"We have eternity." He kissed her. Her lips were wine and fire, her body soft and yielding. She opened her mouth to him, pressing herself against him hungrily. They stood in a clearing in the woods, surrounded by gypsy wagons and firelight. Her kiss was familiar though he had never kissed her before. Not here.
"Eternity," she repeated, breathlessly. She met his eyes, still smiling her secret smile. Firelight danced in her dark eyes. "Eternity and beyond."