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Yarrabelle was intrigued by Absinth’s admission of being another cog in the machine, welcoming her with open arms' or so it seemed. She wondered if it was difficult to believe she had fallen in behind Sephiran, since this was his sister and all… what sort of relationship did the two Saxe have? Surely it was not hugs and kisses. Well. Maybe kisses. But definitely not hugs. Absinth chuckled internally, eyes brightening just in time to share a grin with Yarra. “What, no toys for lovely Yarrabelle?” Absinth noted the disdainful tone, unsure if it was meant for the lack of playing nice or having their little pets at all.

As Absinth finished her teasing, Yarrabelle closed the gap between them with purpose; placing a delicious kiss to her cheek that she leaned into with relish and an approving snicker. “Such sweet words. Sweet as the taste of you.” Her tongue flicked out, licking the mixed blood still coating her lips. This woman may very well be her favorite of the Saxe's, she was so stirring. With a sigh and a final leery gaze held a moment or three, Absinth turned to leave Yarra to her long forgotten lynx- speaking over her shoulder with a final teasing goodbye. “See you soon, I'm sure. Until then, I hope I plague your dreams.” At the rate bodies were filtering in under Sephiran’s lead… she was excited, to say the least.

[Exit Absinth]
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