@amcrra ❜ 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊
two thousand years filled with nothing but a miserable existence , it finally led up to a moment which was yearned for : death . surprise , surprise — life had an amusing way of pulling what one could only refer to as a fast one over him thrice now . and this time around , it had the sheer audacity to return the former witch into a form which came to be loathed ; sought to be rid of , and yet it came creeping back in like a disease . one which he could only assume was a shared dislike upon the striking beauty whom could not be mistaken for her lesser lookalikes . the scowl , the annoyance seemed to slip away within an instant as he strolled forward to approach the other , “ amara . ” speaking in a soft tone , “ do my eyes deceive me ? ”
