Absynia 'Absinthe' Granth (lafeeverte) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-19 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | absinthe, baba yaga |
Who: Absinthe and open
When: Late Sunday evening, early Monday morning
Where: Random street in Manhattan
What: Abby can't sleep, and takes to wandering
Warnings: TBD, although it is Abby
Absinthe had been unable to sleep. Sleep was not something she was very fond off. Usually, she passed out and then felt slighted because of it. If she was not awake, then her followers could not chase her. When she kept herself awake, any ordinary being could call her schedule odd. And that was putting it lightly. While she usually entertained herself by inspiring mortals, this eve she had no one to sleep beside her. And Absinthe did not like being alone. She had learned the value of passion early in her youth, and when she took someone to her bed it gave them all the more reason to chase after her in the morning. But most mortals bored her. Few could give her the fire she looked for and the satisfaction she craved. Most immortals intruiged her. Especially those that had a touch of darkness about them. That whisper that called to a part of herself she often tried to hide. So she had dressed, and left her home to go explore the streets nearby.
And now her one toy was gone. Achilles was in California, and she missed him only for the fact that now she would have to wait to curl herself tighter around him. She hummed and let her fingers trail along the brick of the wall. Many gave her odd looks. She was dressed in green, with her feet bare and her hair loose around her and her eyes never stayed focused on one thing for long. Many thought she was drunk, and they where not wrong. Absinthe could not remember a time where she did not see the world through lucid eyes. Everything was all so bright and the sheer sensations of experiencing a simple street was rather wonderful in her eyes.
She kept close to bars, knowing she could find comfort and people if she so chose but right now she was far too happy to just walk. She didn't register the cold, didn't register that she caught eyes who wondered just what she was thinking being dressed like this out in this weather. In her own mind, she was having an adventure and loving it.