"Can you tell the story again, Grandpa?" a sweet, childlike voice murmured from beneath the blankets, peering up with wide eyes at the older man. "The one about um... the immort-"
"The immortals?" The grandfatherly man settled onto the edge of the bed, placing his liver-spotted hands onto his lap as he chuckled deeply. "I've told you that story a thousand times, sweetheart, aren't you sick of it, yet?"
The child shook her head, blue eyes filled with the pure admiration she often had when she looked at her grandfather. "Please?" The word trailed off into a reedy whine, as she batted her eyelashes and pouted.
"Alright, alright. Well, as you know, there were two immortals who were deeply in-love with each other-"
"No!" She interrupted quickly, rolling her eyes. "You didn't start the story right. You have to start with 'Once upon a time'."
He laughed and rubbed her hair gently with his frail hand. "You're right, munchkin, let me start again."
𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊...
𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳
And here begins our story.
ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙɪʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
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Birds Of A Feather || N. Mikaelson
Fanfiction❝Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind❞ ― Munia Khan ▶▶▶ Based Outside Any Seasons (An Alternate Timeline) ▶▶▶ In which two immortals meet each other over and over OR Roxanne St. Claire cannot keep herself away from the orbit of the Mikaelson...
