Under Pressure

“Elyyyyy, how are youuuu?” Absinth drawled as she stepped inside, a small smirk playing on her lips despite the storm raging in her mind. “Rearranging? Whatever for?” The monochromatic beauty teased gently, her emerald eyes softening as she took in Elysia's obviously weary form. Oh?

As Absinth moved closer, the warmth of the den enveloped her, and she felt a bit of the tension in her shoulders ease. “I've missed you,” She admitted softly, kneeling down beside her sort-of-sister; eyes taking in the details of the cozy den as her brows furrowed. “I have... news, and I needed to talk to someone. But. First, how have you been, my sweet?”

She reached out, gently taking one of Elysia's paws in her own. A grin playing on her features, mirthful confidence in her eyes. It had been overdue, this closeness. She missed it, but alas -- duties to uphold and all.



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