Who: Absinthe and open What: Absinthe is being a sulky brat, and is pouting When: Monday afternoon Where: Central Park, near the Reservoir Warnings: Absinthe is being moody, and selfish. TBD.
It just wasn't fair. When Absinthe loved, she did so with all her being. Often it was quick, tumultuous, passionate, and it died out for her far quicker then it died out for those she had called hers. Thus why so many refused to give up the chase, even when she'd gone off to her next follower. It was the part of her she denied existing. That bitter part, that often left people to wander, often growing addicted to her.
As long as they worshiped her though, Absinthe cared not. It was always, always about the chase. And when she was denied her chase, her love, she acted like anyone would. She sulked. The one being Absinthe could claim true love for, the one being Absinthe would never leave, had denied her. Having worried, having wanted to offer comfort, she had the door literally slammed into her face. Her love was going to another.
And Absinthe felt oddly self conscious, not knowing what she had done, or not done, to be denied like this. To be replaced. The fact that she couldn't stay loyal if she tried didn't enter her mind. The Green Fairy was meant to be chased. Not ever kept. The fact that Absinthe had many lovers, and still claimed possession over what was hers, wasn't something that struck her as hypocritical.
What was hers, was hers. It shouldn't leave. So she'd left her home, angry and upset. She'd found her way to Central Park, staring at the water a few feet from her. She'd found herself a tree to sit under. She had the ability to not be found if she did not wish it, and even dressed in the green sheer dress that revealed so much, no mortal eye found her. She did not count on the eyes of others, but right now her mind was clouded with doubt and anger.