Care for a dance?

Absinth enjoyed the look she got from the braver of the two men, relishing as he met her gaze. Such a stark contrast between them, and she dared to wonder if she could be privy to the circumstances that made such a contradictory being. She had gained his curiosity at her demand, with a tilt of one of his odd heads —  and a slow nod that ultimately gave her the go ahead to begin her line of questioning. And so she did, with an eager grin.

”What was it like growing up? She asked, her attention focused solely on him. Her voice was its usual firm yet feminine tone, eyes beckoning him to divulge his truth. She wagered it couldn’t have been easy, that it must have brought them great misfortune- which was why she asked. She was no stranger to the cruelty of life, but she had been born within the normal limits of physicality. They had not been. Her question was genuine and while a bit blunt, she was committed to listening if they were able to share.

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