PitBabe Cast: Imagines

AlanJeff: Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?

The kingdom of Bangkok slumbered beneath the blanket of a quiet, starlit night. The grand palace, usually bustling with life and activity, stood still, its marble halls echoing only the soft crackle of distant torches. Jeff, the Great Omega of Bangkok, lingered by the window of his chambers, his slender frame draped in silken robes, the cool midnight breeze brushing gently against his skin. He clutched an old, worn handkerchief in his hand—the fabric soft from years of holding, its edges frayed from use.

Embroidered on the handkerchief was a sigil that had transcended time itself: a majestic crown, intertwined with a crescent moon. It was the emblem of their union, of a love that had withstood the test of centuries, of countless lifetimes. It had been embroidered after their marriage, a reflection of their bond that not only symbolized the merging of two kingdoms but also the merging of two souls always fated to find one another, no matter the era, no matter the circumstances.

For in each life, Alan and Jeff had been bound together, reincarnating over and over in different forms, different times, and different worlds but always, always, they found each other and always, there was a challenge that tore them apart, leaving them with a memory of the love they shared—only to have it resurrected again in another life.

Tonight, as Jeff gazed out at the serene gardens, the deep ache of waiting consumed him once more. It had been twenty long years since Alan, the King of Bangkok, had set sail with an army to secure the kingdom's borders. The war had stretched on longer than expected, and with no word from him since, Jeff had come to believe that perhaps his husband had been lost, forgotten, or worse, died. Yet in his heart, he clung to the hope that Alan had not abandoned him.

"Alan," Jeff whispered into the night, his voice trembling with longing. "I miss you so much."

It had been twenty years of prayer, of unanswered questions, of silence but in the depths of Jeff's soul, he knew the truth: this was not the first time they had been separated.

Every life they lived, every incarnation they took, their love had been tested. Some lifetimes had been cruel, others had been full of joy, but always—always—the separation had come. And always, it had been Alan who had gone, leaving Jeff behind to wait. This time, it was a war. In another life, it had been a death. In yet another, the cruel hands of fate had ripped them apart in different ways.

But every time, Jeff had waited—waited for Alan to come home.

His thoughts lingered on their past lives—vivid flashes of faces and places he had never physically known, but somehow, deeply felt. He saw Alan as a general, as a prince, as a farmer, as a sailor—all the lives they had lived, and always, they had loved one another in every form, in every life. No matter how the world changed, no matter the role they played, the bond between them remained unbroken.

In this life, it had manifested as the King of Bangkok, Alan leading his army to protect their borders in the north while Jeff ruled as the Great Omega—a title that held both power and grace, responsibility and vulnerability but this time, Jeff had not been prepared for the challenge that would come.

"Please come back, Alan," Jeff whispered into the quiet night. His voice cracked, the weight of centuries of waiting crashing down upon him. "I need you. We've always found each other. We will find each other again."

The wind whispered softly through the room, and for a brief moment, Jeff thought he heard Alan's voice—a faint echo of a lullaby they had once shared in a life long past. His heart clenched.

This was not just a longing for one life. It was the voice of his soul speaking to the soul of his beloved, the one who had always found him, even when it seemed impossible. In this life, Alan had not returned—but Jeff had faith that no matter how many years, how many lifetimes, they would meet again.