The Scent of Burnt Ginkgo || HSR Fanfic

Mara.

A curse, an illness, an undeniable fate similar to death for the long-life species.

One that you're more than enough to be familiar with.

After all, since the start, you've expected this kind of price at least when you bite into that fruit Yaoshi has blessed. But it still surprises you just how much immortality is gonna take from you.

In the end, here you are, inside an empty, dark, and gas filled prison.

> Cross-posted over to Ao3 <

(The protagonist is Primus Immortus, they have a personality, a name, and most importantly a face. But you can still self-insert, since I'm using 2nd POV)

(Also, this is not super lore accurate, since there's little to know about Primus Immortus in the first place, so take this story with a grain of salt)