abby, lady taipan
she/her
32 years old
November 4th
slateport
bisexual
bar owner, drug manufacturer
scientist
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Absinthe Blackwood
to live with your ghost | dw
POSTED ON Sept 30, 2024 22:33:57 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","absinthe"] [attr="class","body"] a fragile hope balloons in absinthe's chest, something tender and youthful, or perhaps youthful in a different way. she doesn't feel younger or purer. the lifetime of blood on her hands is too heavy, too gruesome, and it soils even the most miniscule of clean things in her heart. but there is something about knowing that someone else wants to burn the world with her, that someone else craves her violence, that makes her feel potent and rejuvenated.[break][break] she's craved the weight of her hand in evelyn's hair, too. almost more than anything else. but absinthe has never been so indulgent, not in a long time, and certainly not with something that actually has the power to hurt her. if she lets herself feel too much, she might let the thought of a family, of a future that doesn't entail her slow, cruel disintegration plague her thoughts, and those false expectations have the power to break her.[break][break] but there's something here worth chasing. so she leans in just a little bit more, a hair's breadth away from evelyn's face, close enough to press her forehead to evelyn's, the scrappy remnants of her lips just barely ghosting over evelyn's mouth. she craves this—touch, comfort, care—and she has for as long as she can remember. she's been starved for connection, for the heat of knowing that someone will stick by her, even as her ambitions tear her apart from the inside. there's enough of her left, enough of who she used to be, to crave this tenderness. and there's enough of her left that knows she doesn't deserve it.[break][break] why else would cole have treated her like he did? how can love exist without pain?[break][break] her voice comes out on a breathless whisper, warm, soft puffs of air caressing evelyn's lips as she speaks. "you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," she prefaces weakly. "this life... it destroys people. i'm going to need you, evelyn. and i haven't needed anyone in a very, very long time."[break][break] three years, by now.[break][break] she's trembling slightly, overcome with an intoxicating mixture of fear and desire and tenderness. she's vulnerable, and evelyn's the only person she's been this open with in a long time. "if we do this... it's a promise," she breathes, and then lets her lips gently brush against evelyn's. "a promise that we'll bring hoenn to its knees with our own two hands. can you promise me?"[break][break] absinthe's final defense. she needs evelyn to promise that she won't leave, like everybody else in absinthe's life. [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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