The Offer on My Head, Still Stands

As he suggested that Absinth last them longer than the last girl, in true Sephiran fashion, he wouldn’t allow the potential to kill something pass by. The Praetor boy couldn’t help the breathy chuckle, as to not want to deny his accomplice the satisfaction. “Yes, perhaps later, then.” Aresenn answered gently, agreeing that maybe another game of chase and murder wasn’t totally out of the question. But, his compliance was more or less to achieve appeasement above anything else.

Taking his lead, Absinth ran with talking up whatever morbid background she came from. Good. It seemed that they had been able to establish an unspoken line of communication, or at least, the girl was sharp enough to pick up on cues subtle enough to travel beneath Sephiran’s radar. He made his own silent assessment in that moment. She was clever. He’d give her that. As she expressed how far more amusing she was alive- that she loved surprises- he couldn’t help but crack a more genuine half-sided grin. She chance a flash of at eye contact- a check in perhaps. He offered a downward flick of his pupils, maintaining the grin as his attention returned to the Saxe boy. The purple brute’s attention seemed to be captivated. It seemed that they had found common ground to bond over. How dastardly sweet. Far better than Aresenn had anticipated. Though, as they threatened to move the conversation on to whatever surprise Sephiran had waiting, he quickly redirected their momentum. Not until you’ve proven it. The Praetor boy maintained his grin, though his curiosity prevailed for even he didn’t know how they were going to traverse the upcoming interaction. His friend announced a change of plans, followed by the order for the monochromatic fae. Impress me. Dance for me.

The true test for Absinth’s allure. How well could she dance? If she came from a background as similar to Sephiran’s as he had thought, she should already have a pretty good idea how to handle herself. She answered the challenge with a collected excitement. One that had his interest peaked as well.

Though he was not expecting his imminent involvement in her solution.

Aresenn felt the impact of her jaws before he registered her sudden lunge. Her canine sank deep into the flesh of his shoulder, which caught him nearly off guard entirely. Immediately, his ears flatted against his skull as he the snarl resonated from his chest. “You bitch!” He seethed, before shoving his weight into her fangs. It might have sunk her hold that much deeper into his own flesh, but he hoped to stress the joint of her jaw. As he propelled forward, he sought to grab hold in the side of scruff, while trying to force her to the ground between the oppositional force he pressed through his hold and the counter force in hers.

This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he thought back to introducing Absinth to Sephiran, though, he had to admire the girl’s tenacity. And while he wanted to help her to not become a toy, they had to make it believable … and he also wasn’t just going to lay down and take a beating from a woman.

"Aresenn Praetor"