I Wont Crucify The things You do

Absinth was laid out in her den, feathers strewn about all around her. Along the walls of her cave were her trophies, her medals of honor in which she kept memorabilia of her successes. The bear skin rug below her served as the most enjoyable bed, and she was the picture of relaxation as she recuperated her energy from recent… excitements. Allowing a yawn to escape her, her ears perked up at the sound of approaching footfalls. Slowly the monochromatic woman sat up, not getting ahead of herself – not getting defensive.

And it was a good thing too, for her visitor was the cruel beauty known as Elysia. Absinth grinned at the coo of her voice, and she mused to herself just why she’d been graced with such a fine presence. Had she been particularly good recently? Not likely.

Absinth let her voice rumble lowly, a playful ring  to it. “Why don't you join these shadows of mine? I can assure you they are quite comfortable.”


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