abby, lady taipan
she/her
31 years old
November 3rd
slateport
bisexual
bar owner, drug manufacturer
grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Absinthe Blackwood
kill your kindness | c
POSTED ON Oct 25, 2024 0:02:17 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","absinthe"] [attr="class","body"] absinthe's eyes flicker to himiko's outstretched hand, then back up to her face. there's a wariness there, a hesitation born out of years of isolation and mistrust. but there's something else too, something softer and more vulnerable. absinthe is tired. she's tired of carrying the weight of her past alone, tired of the endless nights spent wrestling with her demons.[break][break] she takes a deep, shuddering breath, and then, slowly, she reaches out and takes himiko's hand. her grip is firm, almost desperate, as if she's afraid that himiko will disappear if she doesn't hold on tight enough.[break][break] "my husband died," she says in a tone quiet enough to miss beneath the weight of implication. "four years ago, now. it was... sudden. i don't know how it happened. i don't remember. all i know is that one day he was there, and the next he wasn't. and everything fell apart after that."[break][break] she is looking at himiko, but her gaze is distant, as if the poisoner is a glass pane offering scenic views into the worst moments of absinthe's life. absinthe's other hand, the one unoccupied by himiko's, snakes up her own body. it lingers on absinthe's shoulder, her collarbone, the curve of her neck and the muscles therein, then one corner of her jaw, just beneath her earlobe.[break][break] click. the mask that absinthe's keeps over the lower half of her face shifts, no longer sealed against the bridge of her nose, and hisses, as puffs of purified air curl from beneath the mask in long, billowing tendrils. absinthe's hand is achingly slow as she pulls the covering away to reveal herself fully.[break][break] the sight is grotesque, even in the dim light of the back room. the lower half of absinthe's face is a mess of burnt, warped flesh, the skin pulling and twisting in unnatural ways. the scarring is extensive, stretching from just below her nose all the way down to her chin and jawline, and her lips are the worst of it, mangled and misshapen, with a chunk missing from the bottom one, revealing a flash of teeth and gums.[break][break] "i woke up one morning and my face was gone. my baby, too."[break][break] she sets the empty mask aside, and shifts, the hand in himiko's trembling with the weight of her memories. she feels naked, exposed.[break][break] "my job went next. within a month, i couldn't even leave my apartment. i felt like i was being skinned alive, again and again and again."[break][break] now, she gestures vaguely to her work. the vials in shelves, the expensive technology, the dead rattata. "this is salvation. once it is done, i am nothing again."[googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=".absinthe"]--accent:#D8AD43;font:12px Poppins;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe b"]color:var(--accent);font:bold 14px Roboto;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe a"]font:12px Poppins;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h1"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe h2"]font:14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .body"]background-image:url("https://image.ibb.co/cpf8Wc/flower_patt.png");background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;text-align:justify;letter-spacing:.2px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit"]width:100px;background-color:#232323;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".absinthe .credit a"]font-size:10px;[/newclass]
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