Don’t Look at Me That Way

Absinth could smell the bitter scent of fear in the air, emanating from the quivering girl. It was pathetic, to say the least. But she would have to hold her sharp tongue, and remind her troublesome limbs that there would be no action without confirmation of just why this girl was here. The monochromatic fae sighed at the trembled words, the entirely submissive body language that the russet girl delved into immediately. Surely, she was one of those playthings – she took to apologies and rectification much too easily. Much like when Absinth was younger, and one of the whore’s on the streets got punished for something or other, which always led to begging and pleading. A conditioned response.

Then she heard the whimpering, the barely audible name called between every terrified breath. Kaino. Her lips parted, a smile playing there.  “Oh? So you’re Kaino’s little pet?” It was a question that demanded an answer.

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