Care for a dance?

It was to her great interest when the stronger of the pair immediately changed demeanors, appearing as though she had exposed a very sensitive topic he had not fully guarded against. It was a small lapse in his cold exterior, and one she was hoping to pry into as he began his story. Their story.

Challenging. Of course it had to have been. Abomination? Absinth hadn’t thought so herself, but apparently the wolves of that so called Cinere had other thoughts of the pair. They were stripped of dignity, shunned, and forced into what seemed like corrective behaviors. What? For a deformity? Khonsu appeared to grow more and more angry as he told her of their youth. His gaze only softened only to offer sweet Sol a reassuring look, then he told of how much the quieter twin had suffered. What was this, some sort of superstition? Religion? They and the fools of Cinere should praise whatever god they believed in for allowing them to live past puppyhood, rather than treat them so horribly. Wasn’t that a true testament to faith? Something other fanatics would worship? A miracle. Absinth didn’t understand the negative thinking, but she didn’t believe in gods anyways. As she retained her focus on them both, recognizing the bond they so obviously had, she held her mouth shut out of respect for their tale.

Absinth returned their smile, though hers twitched at its seams. What a chord they had struck with her. Though she had not grown so fully antagonized as they, she completely understood suffering. She had survived, chosen her own path which was freedom to her, and would stop at nothing to grow ever stronger. Absinth felt fire burning within her chest, that defiance to never be nothing ever again. The story had finished, and while Khonsu comforted Sol, the monochromatic woman sighed. Then spoke. “You certainly have survived. Much stronger already than some. There are those who start at the top, never experiencing hardship. And there are others who…” She paused, smirking to herself in light of the honesty she was dispensing to them both. “Well, We claw our way up.” She said the words purposefully, shedding a touch of light on who she was and why she was here in return. They were in entirely different positions, and that was simply because she'd allowed herself to grow into a malicious creature that could join the monsters they now bedded with.

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