The Offer on My Head, Still Stands
Juggernaut
Professor
10-09-2023, 03:51 PM
As they separated from their bloody tug-of-war, Absinth felt satisfaction surge through her body. She let all her tension leave her muscles as she lost her balance thinking only of her prize still lodged in her jaws. She was about to spit it out onto the ground and gloat, but before she could even comprehend it she was tackled to the ground. Blood dripped down from Aresenn’s open wound onto her further soiled coat.
Absinth was quite amused by his expression, wondering if he was about to attack her as retribution for her actions. But the attack never came because Sephiran interrupted with a quick command. The test must be over. She relaxed further in obvious surrender, shooting Aresenn an apologetic look; though it seemed a bit insincere. She thought the situation was about to come to a conclusion, but perhaps the climax was only just approaching. The purple boy asserted himself above her, capturing her gaze with his own intense one. She could gauge the gravity of his next words would be the catalyst of her future.
“Tell me, Absinth. Will you fight for me in that manner? Or are you truly just a scavenger?”
She could not answer. Not because of hesitation - no. Her eyes were nothing but cheerful fidelity, especially after working so hard to earn the question itself. It was the silly matter of still having a lump of flesh in her mouth. She supposed spitting it out now would seem like an insult to Sephiran, so she did the next best thing. The only thing, in her opinion. She straightened out her neck and proceeded to swallow the meat whole. It went down like liquid, due to all the blood. She grinned a bloody, cannibal grin - and cooed out her response. “There’s nothing else I’d rather fight for.” It was almost a romantic response, without the romance of course. She’d never been interested in anything else, and oh how her heart had raced! How it was still racing! She knew what it meant; that she needed to be a part of this… whatever they were building. He stood above her and asked the true question - will you devote yourself to me, or will you die here? “I am more than a mere scavenger.” She maintained eye contact for a moment, shifting her glance to Aresenn above her then back to Sephiran. The true allure was something she had known from the moment he’d opened his mouth- there was strength here. Not the kind that toted kindness and benevolence, but violence and power. She felt like she could nearly feed off of it in the air, so thick, so attractive. She did not want to lose it. “I will give you my very being. What will you mold me into?” Absinth was eager for an answer from him, clinging to his mismatched eyes for even a flicker of a response.
wormwood
Absinth was quite amused by his expression, wondering if he was about to attack her as retribution for her actions. But the attack never came because Sephiran interrupted with a quick command. The test must be over. She relaxed further in obvious surrender, shooting Aresenn an apologetic look; though it seemed a bit insincere. She thought the situation was about to come to a conclusion, but perhaps the climax was only just approaching. The purple boy asserted himself above her, capturing her gaze with his own intense one. She could gauge the gravity of his next words would be the catalyst of her future.
“Tell me, Absinth. Will you fight for me in that manner? Or are you truly just a scavenger?”
She could not answer. Not because of hesitation - no. Her eyes were nothing but cheerful fidelity, especially after working so hard to earn the question itself. It was the silly matter of still having a lump of flesh in her mouth. She supposed spitting it out now would seem like an insult to Sephiran, so she did the next best thing. The only thing, in her opinion. She straightened out her neck and proceeded to swallow the meat whole. It went down like liquid, due to all the blood. She grinned a bloody, cannibal grin - and cooed out her response. “There’s nothing else I’d rather fight for.” It was almost a romantic response, without the romance of course. She’d never been interested in anything else, and oh how her heart had raced! How it was still racing! She knew what it meant; that she needed to be a part of this… whatever they were building. He stood above her and asked the true question - will you devote yourself to me, or will you die here? “I am more than a mere scavenger.” She maintained eye contact for a moment, shifting her glance to Aresenn above her then back to Sephiran. The true allure was something she had known from the moment he’d opened his mouth- there was strength here. Not the kind that toted kindness and benevolence, but violence and power. She felt like she could nearly feed off of it in the air, so thick, so attractive. She did not want to lose it. “I will give you my very being. What will you mold me into?” Absinth was eager for an answer from him, clinging to his mismatched eyes for even a flicker of a response.
