Parce Qu'ils Croient

Absinth had always been a perceptive creature, as a pup, a child, and even in her juvenile years she had been capable of observations some dull adults still weren’t. It was an odd thing to see- and perhaps one of the biggest reasons her father had chosen to devote countless hours of his time to filling her head with his strange knowledge. Now, as her adolescence drew to a close and she had begun to forge her path, utilizing that intelligence was paramount. But here with Aresenn in the space of the overhang she found herself letting her cynical exterior come down.

He was surprised by her question it seemed. His lips managing to capture all of her attention as he grinned, “Simple man, are you? No. I don’t pretend to know how deep or shallow your soul truly is. That takes time- and I can be very patient.” She delivered the last line with a sultry expression, casting him a playful look. It was so enjoyable to her when he answered in kind.

She followed up with a sigh, dropping her lower half into a sitting position just a touch away from the red boy. “I want to know what you really think, and my eyes are not just pretty trinkets. You seem  so repressed I can hardly bear it.” Absinth could see a great deal of potential in him, but it felt like he kept all his thoughts locked away. He might have just been a reserved kind of guy, but she was beckoning him to offer some small piece of himself. They were so similar in ways she hadn’t expected- easily falling into sync.

“I’d like you to consider me as a  friend, do you have many of those? I don’t.  So be my first.” Absinth spoke with an air of sincerity, plainly so that he would fully understand the weight of her words if it was up for debate. She was not putting on a show, rather she was responding to his honesty with her own. He’d earned that at least.

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