"Twisted "
"Time is a word short for some and an eternity for another, Time worth centuries has it's own twisted tale of twisted soul's."
"do you know ane , these many centuries on this earth, I'm technically as old as it but I never knew God's too get drunk , drunk in love , until I meet you " he said , his tone as calm as ever yet speaks of authority.
"it's madness " she said looking straight into his amber eyes unaffected by his intimidating dominance.
"Then be it , I don't care ........ unless it's with you" he said ...
Mortality is a luxury which Anemone can't afford.
Despite having it all the only thing she lacks is to feel human.
She has long forgotten how it feels to be hungry, tired , a feel of life long and that's what she lacks "a life " a thing so human, to live, but she is neither dead nor alive .
For her their is no end , no death .
They say life is a journey and death is the destination to it but for Anemone their is a journey but with no end .
She despises her immortality, Everyday she tries and tries to find herself in a position where even for a while she can feel something even closest to being human and in midst of this she meets him , a forbidden God , a dark mist , a bad influence.
Who will introduce her to the most human part of herself she was ignorant of....
This is Anemone's journey full of adventures, mistakes, lessons, love , hate , cruelty and of sinner & saviors.
Harriet_Avery · Fantasia
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