Living Dead

Absinth mirrored his softened expression, keeping eye contact up until he began speaking of heading back to the sound. Going back would mean failure. That she was useless after a few bites and scratches. It would mean losing this time with him, and that was something she abhorred. Her feature’s immediately morphing into surprise, she quickly retorted him. “No. I am not a weak little bitch. I’ve been through worse, it only made me stronger. This is nothing, Aresenn. Really.” She made sure to get her point across with a solid look of confidence, her gaze ablaze with tenacity. She’d taken harder hits than this. She’ll probably be hurt worse than this in the future too, what was the point of turning tail and running to go lick her wounds? No. She wouldn’t have it. And she would not allow him to think she was anything less than what she was. A fucking fighter.

As she held his gaze, ready to protest if he chose to return to the sound. She took note of the sun beginning to set. “Listen, let’s just set up camp tonight and continue on tomorrow.” She wagered that if he was so worried about her injuries, then maybe this would be a good compromise. If not, she was ready to prove she was fine, by tooth and claw if need be. Absinth was a force to be reckoned with, her eyes shining brightly- furiously, as the light dimmed.

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