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Absinthe Blackwood

the most violent act | m

POSTED ON Oct 6, 2024 0:13:55 GMT

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the solemn weight of returning to littleroot town, where absinthe and her husband began their life together, settles heavily on absinthe's shoulders. the fresh air and lush greens of their hometown seem almost mockery of her dark purpose here. every quaint, charming detail that might once have brought her comfort now twists her gut with an unwelcome pang of longing.[break][break]

with each step, the overgrown path leading to the cemetery crunches underfoot, evoking a painful reminder of the decay and neglect that she and cole had been subject to during the final months of his life. hot tears spring unbidden to her eyes and she struggles to contain them.[break][break]

after some time, they come to a stop in front of a grave, one that, despite absinthe's diligent care, has begun to show the wear of time and hard rains. her husband's name, coldly etched into the stone, brings a sudden, terrible lucidity.[break][break]

"cole," she chokes out, and then bitterly, so softly it's nearly drowned out by the wind, "how's hell this time of the year?"[break][break]

she reaches out to touch the granite, worn rough and pockmarked by the weather. her fingers tremble slightly. she wants to say something to evelyn, to give voice to the tumultuous torrent of emotions raging in her heart, but she finds herself unable to produce the words.[break][break]

instead, she turns to look at her companion, her heart aching for some sense of understanding, of reassurance that this foray into her past has not been in vain. four years now that absinthe has been alone.[break][break]

or, perhaps, less than that, now that evelyn is here.[break][break]

absinthe's heart aches without her permission.

Evelyn Vespera[break][break]

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It was that time again—when Absinthe would recount the day her life shattered. There were always linger reminders and hard days. It almost as terrible as the day her ex decided her sister was better than her, and everything she held dear fell apart. Each day since has been a painful reminder, every passing year a mark of longing and heartache. It was hard not to miss the days before, but if given the choice, she wouldn't return. That didn't stop the pain from lingering, coming and going like the seasons. And now, it seemed those feelings were creeping up on her once again. Absinthe feelings there no different than her own.[break][break]

This grave belonged to a man who had truly loved Absinthe with all his heart—a man who was tragically killed.[break][break]

Evelyn stood by the grave, her gaze lingering on the worn stone. It felt as if she had been staring at it for ages before she turned to Absinthe. Her face remained neutral, but her actions spoke louder than words. She gently wrapped her arms around her, offering comfort in the embrace. Now wasn’t the time for Absinthe to bear this pain alone.[break][break]

“I ask myself the same questions on those dark days,” Evelyn said softly.[break][break]

But it wasn’t about her, not this time. “You know, you never told me how the two of you met?”

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Absinthe Blackwood

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POSTED ON Oct 15, 2024 23:20:25 GMT

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absinthe relaxes just marginally into evelyn's embrace, tension deflating from her wiry muscles in a bitter, grinding sigh. still, even with the other woman's arms around her, the air of sorrow seems to press in on absinthe with a suffocating weight, relentless and unforgiving as her memories.[break][break]

she blinks a few times, trying to gather herself, to focus on the sensation of evelyn's warmth and the steady thrum of her companion's heartbeat as it pounded softly against her chest. the shock of connection, of two scarred souls coming together, feels raw and vulnerable in this moment of shared pain, and absinthe knows she has never felt more exposed. she knows she has never dared share her past with anyone like this before.[break][break]

"it was after university," she says after a moment's pause, voice sounding thick and unsteady even to her own ears. "cole was a cop. one night, there was a mugging that got violent quick. and when i say violent, i mean it. i almost got my head bashed in. cole had been the one to intervene, get the guy off of me. then he took me to the hospital. he saved my life."[break][break]

a tear trails down her cheek as she recounts the story, her lips curving into a sad smile. the memories are bittersweet, every detail forever tinged with the knowledge of the tragic fate that would befall their love. despite the pain, there's a certain catharsis in sharing this part of her past with someone else.[break][break]

"after that, he never really left. we started dating, and then a few months after that, we got married." her eyes glimmer with a mirthless chuckle, but there is nothing happy about her tone. "my family hated him. never gave him a chance. so we ran away. started our lives over here, where nobody knew us. we lived happily—"[break][break]

she cuts off abruptly, throat constricting around the unspoken words. they didn't live happily ever after, not even close. maybe her family had been right to judge him so quickly. he was temperamental and hot-headed, manipulative, just like they had said. it made her the perfect target for him. maybe her family had seen it before she had. maybe she should have listened. even still, after everything he had done to her, absinthe can't help but to still, for whatever god forsaken reason, be in love with the man that drove her into hell.[break][break]

something almost like self-loathing fills absinthe, and she hates that she is this person. if she could sever the tether between herself and the masochism that keeps her tied to cole, she would.[break][break]

"i should have been better. i should have left him," she says, the fight going out of her. but she couldn't. in his death, he still haunts her. regardless, absinthe will find him justice, and hopefully, it'll bury him for good.[break][break]

"he ruined me."

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