So you're what all the fuss is about
Absinth
Juggernaut
Professor
06-18-2024, 09:56 AM
Absinth reveled in the girl's defiance, each flash of fangs and fiery retort feeding her amusement. The princess’s spirit was a gem, one Absinth found herself quite taken with. She couldn’t resist the urge to see just how far she could push her. To poke, prod, pry, and peel away the layers. Who was this girl at her core?
“You think so too?” Absinth said with a mockingly hurt tone, her lithe body moving in a half circle around the darkly colored girl. Her eyes roved over every curve the midnight fae had to offer, lingering on each delicate, beautiful feminine line. “I have always preferred to dance to my own tune.” She watched with keen interest as Ember fought her internal battle, the young fae’s confusion and attraction warring beneath her cheeky facade.
When Ember repeated her name, Absinth’s eyes sparkled with delight. The daughter of their enemy – a treat indeed. She paused her circling to align their faces, their chests, locking her gaze with the now named Ember’s blue eyes. “Yes, remember it well, Ember Carpathius, Princess and Head Scholar of the Hallows.” The monochrome woman said, savoring the way the titles rolled off her tongue, like she was enjoying the sweetest of honey.
When Ember closed the distance between them with swift strides, Absinth’s smile widened, a thrill running through her at the audacity of the young princess. The declaration of her intentions – seeking danger and provoking a fight – only heightened Absinth’s interest. Her gaze softened, her smile turning almost affectionate. She leaned in, her eyes never leaving Ember’s, the intensity of her emerald gaze unwavering. True to her name, intoxicatingly potent, at least to most. Was Ember of the same opinion?
“How dangerous the Syndicate is?” Absinth repeated, her voice a roguish purr, laced with excitement. “I see. How ambitious.” She reached out, a single finger trying to trace along Ember’s jawline, her touch both gentle and possessive, wondering what the girl would do in response. “Provoking a fight. Now that’s the spirit I adore. But let me sway your mind. I am no Saxe; I don’t want to fight you, girl.” With a fluid motion, she took a step back, her paw dropping gracefully to the ground.
Her emerald eyes burned with an intense fire as she stared into Ember’s oceanic ones. “I can show you something more thrilling than a fight, if you are so inclined.” She said, her voice low and seductive, promising so much more than a simple, mundane conflict. Her eyes fell to the golden brooch, the sigil of the Hallows – the Carpathians. Princesses, kingdoms, duty, and sacrifice; these problems had once seemed so far out of Absinth’s understanding. That hunk of metal was a reminder of their differences.
“Do you know what I see in your eyes? So blue, so cooling; A fire that burns.” She leaned in closer, her lips inches from Ember’s ear, her breath warm against the cold air. ”Beautiful.” Absinth’s voice was a seductive whisper, each word carefully chosen to coax and tempt. She liked the idea of swaying the mind and body of the princess, though there was no real motive in doing so. Call it impulse.
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“You think so too?” Absinth said with a mockingly hurt tone, her lithe body moving in a half circle around the darkly colored girl. Her eyes roved over every curve the midnight fae had to offer, lingering on each delicate, beautiful feminine line. “I have always preferred to dance to my own tune.” She watched with keen interest as Ember fought her internal battle, the young fae’s confusion and attraction warring beneath her cheeky facade.
When Ember repeated her name, Absinth’s eyes sparkled with delight. The daughter of their enemy – a treat indeed. She paused her circling to align their faces, their chests, locking her gaze with the now named Ember’s blue eyes. “Yes, remember it well, Ember Carpathius, Princess and Head Scholar of the Hallows.” The monochrome woman said, savoring the way the titles rolled off her tongue, like she was enjoying the sweetest of honey.
When Ember closed the distance between them with swift strides, Absinth’s smile widened, a thrill running through her at the audacity of the young princess. The declaration of her intentions – seeking danger and provoking a fight – only heightened Absinth’s interest. Her gaze softened, her smile turning almost affectionate. She leaned in, her eyes never leaving Ember’s, the intensity of her emerald gaze unwavering. True to her name, intoxicatingly potent, at least to most. Was Ember of the same opinion?
“How dangerous the Syndicate is?” Absinth repeated, her voice a roguish purr, laced with excitement. “I see. How ambitious.” She reached out, a single finger trying to trace along Ember’s jawline, her touch both gentle and possessive, wondering what the girl would do in response. “Provoking a fight. Now that’s the spirit I adore. But let me sway your mind. I am no Saxe; I don’t want to fight you, girl.” With a fluid motion, she took a step back, her paw dropping gracefully to the ground.
Her emerald eyes burned with an intense fire as she stared into Ember’s oceanic ones. “I can show you something more thrilling than a fight, if you are so inclined.” She said, her voice low and seductive, promising so much more than a simple, mundane conflict. Her eyes fell to the golden brooch, the sigil of the Hallows – the Carpathians. Princesses, kingdoms, duty, and sacrifice; these problems had once seemed so far out of Absinth’s understanding. That hunk of metal was a reminder of their differences.
“Do you know what I see in your eyes? So blue, so cooling; A fire that burns.” She leaned in closer, her lips inches from Ember’s ear, her breath warm against the cold air. ”Beautiful.” Absinth’s voice was a seductive whisper, each word carefully chosen to coax and tempt. She liked the idea of swaying the mind and body of the princess, though there was no real motive in doing so. Call it impulse.
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