Nothing's New

Absinth gritted her teeth as she wondered about the scarring that would remain once the wound was old and healed. It was her first true scar made specifically to always have a stark visibility against the ivory canvass of her body. It was made to prove a point, to prove that she had offered her soul to devils and they would collect if she crossed them. There would have to be a chance in how she addressed that sapphire-eyed woman again, and she was brimming with irritation already. How the fuck was she going to play nice with that self righteous cunt? Fucking hell.

Just as she was developing a sour mood, the sound of an approach caught her attention. Whipping her skull around in time to see the excited face of the darling Karaka trotting up to her. The orange girl was just as beautiful as when they first met, horns and adornments and all. Absinth returned her warm tone and offered a mischievous smile on top of it. “Raka. You are a vision.” The monochromatic woman complimented with a breathless edge to her voice, pushing into Karaka’s space to claim herself a sweet embrace if the younger girl would allow it. “Oh, yes. My tongue got me into a little bit of trouble. Not everyone appreciates honesty, you know.” She grinned, huffing out something akin to a chuckle. What had the girl been up to? Has her travels treated her well? Absinth hadn’t truly thought they would meet again… or so soon. But it was a welcome surprise, and one she wouldn’t rush off from again.

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