We Can Plan if we Make it

It had been quite a deal of extremes to create a creature like Absinth. Trials, tribulations, all that bullshit. The kind of stuff that grinded you down into dust and used the power to create something brand fucking new.  She didn’t dwell on it, and besides; most of what she learned from her upbringing had been useful at some point or another. And because of that- she could now forge her own path forward. The brighter side of things, wasn’t it?

After he’d met her gaze, he answered her questions with lackluster responses. It was a shame, but there was nothing to be done about it. She had suspected that Aresenn had little or nothing to do with his family, what with the way he was endeavoring to support Sephiran. Now she knew for sure that despite having blood relatives he could live peacefully or otherwise with; he was committing to a cause. “Oh, mad? Like Sephiran-mad, or truly mental? While I can appreciate his madness, there has to be a method to it. Or it all crumbles down. Dictatorship or not.” She could understand a bloodthirsty and brutal authoritarian, but to lose a pack because of it? It sounded like a major flaw in leadership. He sounded like a paranoid man, Aresenn’s father. It also sounded a lot like her homeland- but it was all word of mouth in the end. The half-brother could have been telling lies, or exaggerating details; not that either Aresenn or her would ever know.

She hummed, mulling over the details he’d had shared with her so far. An ear flicking in acknowledgement of the whereabouts of his father. He sounded disinterested, to say the least. “Not quite a tight-knit family it seems. Yet another thing we have in common.” She said with an exasperated tone, like it was becoming tiresome- of course her amused gaze betrayed her playful intention.
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