complaininginthedark:

He introduces himself as Vane. And as she eyes him up and down, from the self-confident cock of his hip to the well groomed and styled beard, she thinks “yes, you are vain.” But there is part of her that seems to wake up and take notice. Madi lets him buy the next round and tries to figure out where she knows him from. 

“Have we met before?” He asks, head tilted to the side. The low rasp of his voice settles deep in her stomach and she knows this feeling. She recognises the way it makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, her fingertips tingling with the need to reach out and touch. 

“I don’t know,” she responds quietly. He walks her home and they don’t speak much but it’s almost as though there is nothing left to say. Thousands of conversations over hundreds of years seem to drift behind them like shadows. When he kisses her hand, the rasp of his beard against her skin like a shock, she gasps. And she remembers.