If push came to shove, Absinthe could never answer the how. Her artists, writers and poets had all asked how as well. Faint promises and the thrill of the chase was always her answer.
She smiled, setting her fingers on his chin. "shhh. Don't worry about that right now ma belle. No more worries, live in the now." Gently she pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'll take it all away mon amour."