Coming Undone

Absinth felt a good bit of satisfaction as she caught sight of Ezekiel amidst the night's embrace, his form a welcome sight against the night’s landscape. He paused in his patrol, as though beckoning her to join him.

Returning his small smirk with a nod of acknowledgment, Absinth approached Ezekiel with a sense of bold curiosity. His words, though unexpected, carried sincerity that she hadn't anticipated from the man. Though, it wasn’t as though they had ever interacted one-on-one before. “The fabled Ezekiel,” She replied, her voice low but steady, betraying none of the turmoil that churned within her, offering to him instead all of her inherent impish delight. The mention of Elysia had brought a flicker of warmth to Absinth's otherwise guarded expression. “El speaks highly of her beloved brother as well.” She admitted, a faint hint of a smirk touching her lips. Despite the tensions that often lingered between members of their Syndicate (fucking Rhazien), there was a sense of truce in their shared affection for Elysia. At the very least, he hadn’t pissed her off yet.

As they began to move together through the moonlit Moor, Absinth's senses remained alert, attuned to the subtle shifts in the night around them. Her paranoia not fully gone yet, she chose instead to focus on the brute at her side and ask a new question. “What do you think of the whole half-sibling-siblings thing? It’s fucking ridiculous, but here we are.” How the fuck did it even make sense? Her half siblings were Elysia and Ezekiel’s half siblings as well. Fucking slut of a father Absinth had. How many kids was that now?
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