Partners in Crime

Aresenn hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on Absinth's gaze. He understood the conflicting emotions that tugged at Absinth's words, her desire to prove her strength and resilience despite the visible pain she was in. He knew all too well the struggle of maintaining a facade of invincibility while battling inner demons. With a soft exhale, Aresenn moved closer, accepting the invitation to join her on the bedding. He lowered himself onto the bedding next to her, his body angled away slightly to give her space if she desired it. As their bodies brushed against each other, he could feel the warmth of her presence, a hopeful reassurance that everything would be okay.

"You didn't make the conscious decision to show me anything," Aresenn said, his voice low yet resolute. "I saw vulnerability after you had your fucking head bashed in and skin laid open by a man larger, older, and more experienced than you." He paused, looking for any recognition in her with his words. "But for some reason, it seems that you don't think there's strength in that as well." There was an edge to his words, but it wasn't meant to pick at her or start a fight. Quite the opposite. "You should know that isn't the case."

"Aresenn Praetor"