The Offer on My Head, Still Stands

Absinth was patient as they talked, unfazed by Sephiran’s callous words on the matter of her living or dying. Her charcoal tail flicked left and right as she called on a great amount of patience she did not even know she had. It wouldn’t do to get pissed off here, where they might team up and end her existence - but she so badly wanted to do something. All this tension really made a girl itch in her own skin.

It was almost child-like how the purple boy suddenly changed at Aresenn’s words, like a switch was flipped. Aresenn had his attention with her past ramblings of torture and, apparently the madness of her father. A great point of interest she could play off of. Well well, Aresenn. What a helping hand. She locked eyes with Sephiran, mirroring his excitement with a practiced ease. She had so many stories and experiences with her father, and what an interesting turn; like returning to her roots. “Daddy’s little assistant here.” Absinth grinned at his wonder and his comparisons to his own upbringing. You’re cute when you're not threatening to kill me. Uh. Maybe even then. “My father was as mad as a hatter. Can’t get that kind of thing out of your blood.” She hadn’t thought much of the time when her father was around- here she was nearly 2 years of age and the last time she had seen him was probably less than a year ago. Off on his pursuits again, never able to stay in one place too long. That was why she’d been left to her drunken mother, fending for herself mostly. As a street urchin, sometimes she had to pull her own mad hatter out from within to survive.

‘Not until you’ve proven it.’ Absinth rather liked that it wouldn’t be easy to work her way into their fold. Why would something worthwhile ever be easy? “I have plenty of ideas.” She purred promisingly, But which one to enact? What was around? Her head swiveled around, senses on alert. A sorry soul with no clue about the depravity compacted into one place? An animal? She’d have to track one down first, and nothing small would suffice… Absinth glanced at Seph for a moment. He was huge, and had already mentioned multiple times he’d like to kill her. One day soon. Her mind flitted from one idea to the next, and then her eyes settled back to Sephiran’s- a wicked smile playing on her inky lips.

‘Impress me.’ He’d said. Sorry Aresenn. Without warning Absinth reared back on her hinds, twisting her body to put her full weight into bringing her teeth down hard into Aresenn’s shoulder. Poor boy was within rage and even if he was able to connect the dots of what was about to happen - she was fast. Her teeth sunk in deep, Aresenn’s life essence coating her tongue in an instant. She could leave no room for hesitation or mercy, emeralds burning with her intent to put Aresenn to further use. Was he up for the task? He’d certainly been committed to act on Sephiran’s impulsivity, this was just an extension of that.

Ah, it felt like that itch was getting scratched Afterall.

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