Parce Qu'ils Croient

Absinth had assumed her increased heartbeat had been due to the spar itself, but perhaps she had been wrong. It was a strange feeling and one that she was not accustomed to at all. But she did not label it. Her heart beat may have been detectable to Aresenn, as nearly her entire form was pressed against the musculature of his shoulders-but she herself did not register any reaction. She refused to.

Instead Absinth enjoyed the banter between them. It was rather amusing being treated like this, she hadn’t even had a friend like this before. Mostly her life had consisted of vulgarities and honestly bile filled conversations. Her form had been still, lax even atop him until he moved to set her down, to which she slid down and landed upright with a sigh. “Aww. I was so comfortable.” She felt a slight displeasure at being put at a distance but Absinth easily shook her fur to dispel such feelings. She was not a weak girl, certainly not going to pout about it. The fun filled spar was over, and so was her reason to remain in contact with him.

She hadn’t noticed the hail had stopped at all, and from the looks of it neither had he. Had they really been so distracted by their roughhousing to have not heard an entire storm cease a mere few steps away? She would have been completely ashamed of herself for losing any sense of awareness but still  she found it worthwhile.

Her tone was flirtatious and daring, a grin set upon her lips mischievously.“Probably. But Aresenn… I’m curious about you.”Absinth drew closer to him slowly, making sure he was not still in the mind of sparring- nor did she want him to think she was aiming to attack again. The monochromatic fae stopped at his side, peering up at him with a curious gaze. “Tell me about yourself. Or  I’ll start a fight again.” Absinth spoke with a coquettish tone this time, her eyes roving his face for reaction. She was entirely serious about her threat and she would never be the type of girl to speak false promises.
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