Does it ever get better than this?

Absinth's lips curled into a sly grin as she looked down at Raka, her heart swelling with affection for the playful spirit she adored. With a gentle nuzzle against Raka's cheek, she whispered, her voice a soft melody in the quiet chamber, “Oh, Raka, you know just how to tempt me. Wasn’t I supposed to be the one with the clever tongue?” A roguish chuckle escaped the fae, her tail flicking behind her as her weight shifted atop the orange wolf.

Leaning back slightly, she gazed into Raka's eyes with adoring emeralds, yet a hint of obsession danced within their depths. “As for my plans…” The monochromatic woman murmured, her voice low and intimate, “They involve savoring this time we have together, hm? Appealing?” Absinth's paw traced a delicate pattern along Raka's side, sending a shiver of anticipation through her own frame. “But first,” She continued, her voice teasing but devolving into a more serious tone, “My band has become a pack.”With that piece of information given, she lowered her head, pressing her nose affectionately against Raka's. Her eyes locked onto those bright blues of the dire girl’s as she pried for a reaction to the news. It wasn’t something Absinth had really wanted to get into, on account of being unsure she wanted to expose the younger woman to the hedonistic bunch she ran with… but, lying wasn’t really Absinth’s style. If she genuinely valued her own freedom of choice, she would need to afford Raka the same respect.


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