Putrid Pride

After the events of the apparent Saxe family reunion she had been a witness to, Absinth was certain it was all the beginnings of a powerful force of souls… all under Sephiran’s command. She herself, and Aresenn had committed to the cause as it were, so it was all a matter of growing stronger until they could take what they desired. It was all grand, really, but she was not quite a loyalist to the degree the others were. Would she fight for Sephiran? She already claimed she would, to his face. Would she die for him? Well. She wasn’t going to flee a battle to save her life, so probably. Ah, but she could not help but wonder how exciting the culmination of vulgar and malicious gathering had been. Only… something had been off.

That something was briskly approaching her from behind, announced by a bark of her name. Oh? He seemed so.. irate. It was obviously directed at her. Absinth responded in kind, unwilling to waver nor cower. She mirrored his body language, with a quivering smirk of her own flashing and reaching her emeralds with mirth. The words that fell from his mouth were accusatory and cryptic in nature, but why? She did not speak yet, mulling over their brief interaction at the meeting… where he bore holes into her whenever he had the chance. The one factor she could even deem feasible would have been… that suicidal bitch. They had been quite comfortable with one another, hadn’t they? What? Did she go crying about mere words to her great overlords? Ha. Let’s find out. “And which sin would that be? There are so many.” Her inky lips shot back, amused at the turn of events; but that swiftly turned into irritation at being reminded of how weak Aurelia had been when they first met. “Fuck are you talking about? The girl? Oh, sure. I told her to do a better job of killing herself, what? Did she try it? She looked so comfortable sitting with Sephiran now, didn’t she? I wonder if she stopped believing that her great goddess wanted her dead.” The reality was Absinth didn’t know for sure that Aurelia had tried again, and failed again, to take her own life. Either way, she was alive- and doing much better from the looks of it. “They always find the will to live once they realize all their failed attempts were just their own desire to live, hiding right beneath the surface of their suffering.” Absinth scoffed, the countless times she’d seen such a situation unfold in the slums of her homeland, the whores and the orphans cycling through the stages again and again.

But, Absinth knew something was coming. She had never laid a hand on the girl, that Aurelia. Though it seemed that it did not matter. This was her reckoning for messing around in Sephiran’s affairs.. She could accept that, embrace the words she had spat here and to the sapphire-eyed toy. Fine. So be it. Absinth was fully prepared for the snarl that came, and the distance Rhazien quickly sought to close between them. Would her defiance be seen as defection? Could she fight back at all? She couldn’t be sure… but if this punishment was not being dealt out by Sephiran himself… she was probably lucky. Fucking hell. Absinth kept her lips curled, baring her teeth as she waited for his attack to come.
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