Nothing's New

Her infatuation with Absinth was bound to lead her down a very different path then the one she had originally chosen for herself. But in that very moment, she could find no regrets with the ideas. After all, this in itself was another adventure. There was so much she could learn from Absinth. It was hard not to look up at her with wide, admiring glances. Beautiful, clever, strong and capable.

If you wish to come along for the ride, I will not refuse you.”[/b] That was it. That was [i] acceptance. She sat up a little straighter, bringing her closer to Absinth’s chest. Was it so foolish to want to follow a woman she barely knew? Letting nothing but attraction lead her own? Perhaps. But her life was her own. There was no one waiting for her, no one to care if she made foolish choices. Perhaps that was part of the attraction. Raka did not like to be alone.

She… did not understand what the other meant, saying she was one of the monsters. What she knew about Absinth - and those she followed - was that the leaders lover was religious and suicidal, and the leader reacted badly to any that offended this lover. What she knew of Absinth was some of her heritage. Her mother was a whore, and she had been raised on the streets. Her father was a man who won the rank of King, and eventually left and was making a life for herself now with a band. Nothing in what she knew would label Absinth as a monster. She leaned forward and licked the underside of Absinth’s chin, before nibbling on in the skin there. “I don’t know where this will lead me, but I think there's a lot I could learn in following you. I wish to, at least for a little while, Absinth.”


"Karaka"