Immortality, Immorality (Eclipse x reader)

Immortality, Immorality (Eclipse x reader)

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There is no moral to your story, no happy or unhappy ending--no monody written or sung. Your life was taken away for nothing. So your punishment is to walk this filthy earth, bloodlust your new companion for decades to come. Sharp fangs glint in the late-night glimmering stars. The salty water of the sea circles you like an embrace--you are like a shark smelling for blood. And you find blood. Ribbons of red sifting through the ocean. The ship's engine roars. The siren caught in the clutches of a net turns and twists, its expressions that of an animal desperate for escape, but its eyes are far too sentient, two burning stars in a void. It locks its gaze with yours, and you are met with a half-second decision.
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A two part one-shot fanfiction about Odypoli siren aus After nearly escaping death from a cyclops, Odysseus' crew resume their plan to return to Ithaca but on the way back they come into contact with some sirens. As Polites offers to speak to one of them, he fails to realize until it is too late that the siren would disguise herself as none other but the one he loves the most, his friend since childhood, the captain of the ship, Odysseus of Ithaca himself. "But this was better than the sun. It was his sun. His star. He was his light." And Polites falls onto the floor. Suddenly he's no longer the light and warmth that surrounds Odysseus. "Goodbye Polites." Nightmares follow. Even when awake. Even after death. "Every freckle peppered on should have been perfectly aligned in the constellation of his beauty."

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