Ambrosial

This is a fanfiction, considering that anything from this account will be fanfiction. All credit goes to the marvelous author @RobThier, for creating a masterpiece such as Storm and Silence, and it's sequel: In The Eye of The Storm. The characters are not mine, just merely borrowing them.

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Ambrosial (adj.)
1. worthy of the gods; ambrosian; 2. extremely pleasing to the taste; sweet and fragrant;

She was something that I couldn't decipher.
She was a mystery just as I am.
She was something that I couldn't help but let my mind wander to.
She was always a question that needn't be answered. You just have to understand her.

And, I do.

That was what I was afraid of. I can't afford to lose time.

But then again, time seems not to be lost when I'm with her.

And maybe, that's enough for me.

{I can warn you right now that this would not be the same as the original because I suck at imitations and I do not plan on borrowing Sir Rob's writing style (which is flawless, by the way), and my writing style will probably be dominant. This would probably cause a lot of confusion (most of my stories do) since I am not really used to reading or writing Historical Fiction. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I will not tolerate ludicrous comments, whining and comparing this to the original.}

Cheers.