its too damn cold up here
absinthe
06-03-2024, 06:52 PM
Absinth meets Scald's defiant stance with an arched brow, her emerald gaze glinting with amusement at his protestation. He explained the difference between Pirates and Raiders, disgust entering his voice as he spoke on Sparrow and their new motives. It reminded her of what Aresenn had told her, about how the Pirates lacked direction. “Oh, my apologies,” She quips, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Raiders, then. Quite the distinction.” She allows a smirk to play on her lips, the corners curling upward as she leans in ever so slightly, taunting him with her confidence.
“Nevertheless,” She continues, her voice low and conspiratorial, “Distaste, hatred, all relative concepts, aren’t they? What matters is the fear you instill, the chaos you sow. I for one enjoy the idea that there are more birds of a feather out there, and less knights-in-shining-armor that cannot stand the idea of those who are not equally self-righteous.” Absinth's words carry the weight of implication, hinting at the power struggles and shifting allegiances that define their world. Obviously, she’s not a fan of the goody-goodies.
As Scald acknowledges his care for Elysia, Absinth's expression remains inscrutable, though a flicker of curiosity dances in her eyes. “Mm, yes. In my experience family can be the enemies you keep close, the ones you know how to deal with best.” She muses, her tone mischievous despite the implications strewn within. She liked her games, you know. And offering him a small glimpse into her mind was nothing of consequence anyways. “And as for knowing more than Elysia…” She trails off, allowing a teasing smile to flit across her features. “Perhaps I do. I tend to get around much more. People to see, places to visit. Information to gather, just terrible-no-good activities to do.” Absinth's gaze holds Scald's, her demeanor a mixture of challenge and invitation, daring him to delve deeper into their game. Perhaps she could get something out of this, some slipped information, anything before she got bored.
wormwood
“Nevertheless,” She continues, her voice low and conspiratorial, “Distaste, hatred, all relative concepts, aren’t they? What matters is the fear you instill, the chaos you sow. I for one enjoy the idea that there are more birds of a feather out there, and less knights-in-shining-armor that cannot stand the idea of those who are not equally self-righteous.” Absinth's words carry the weight of implication, hinting at the power struggles and shifting allegiances that define their world. Obviously, she’s not a fan of the goody-goodies.
As Scald acknowledges his care for Elysia, Absinth's expression remains inscrutable, though a flicker of curiosity dances in her eyes. “Mm, yes. In my experience family can be the enemies you keep close, the ones you know how to deal with best.” She muses, her tone mischievous despite the implications strewn within. She liked her games, you know. And offering him a small glimpse into her mind was nothing of consequence anyways. “And as for knowing more than Elysia…” She trails off, allowing a teasing smile to flit across her features. “Perhaps I do. I tend to get around much more. People to see, places to visit. Information to gather, just terrible-no-good activities to do.” Absinth's gaze holds Scald's, her demeanor a mixture of challenge and invitation, daring him to delve deeper into their game. Perhaps she could get something out of this, some slipped information, anything before she got bored.
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