Ambrosial

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Parts 22
Time 1h 34m

Reads 229,018
Votes 9,139
Parts 22
Time 1h 34m

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. 
    
    x.
    
    
    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.All Rights Reserved

-ambrose ambrose lily linton rikkard storm-and-silence

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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. 
    
    x.
    
    
    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.

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