Absinthe

She/her • Absinthe • Silkwing • Artist 
Mature. Read at your own discretion. 
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"Nemo... Nemo. I'm afraid."
Dearest Calypso, about my sister...
She's evil. She's afraid she's evil. She doesn't want to be evil. And yet- And yet she is. She doesn't know pain, she doesn't want anyone to know pain- but she's evil. She ripped my soul OPEN, the **** *****. And yet, she's hurt us- but she loves us. She's difficult, my burden to carry. She was my fault. She's like alcohol, something you never, ever should drink, unless you know the consequences. She might save you, make you so bloody **** drunk you don't even know she's hurting. She's Absinthe. I'm sorry, I'm... I'm so, so... sorry...
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Absinthe 	Absinthe
 	
Background 	Background
Creator 	Celestial
Artist 	Celestial
Coder 	Destiny
Code Base 	Himmalerin
Attribute 	Bitter, astringent, herbal
Element 	Earth, root
Color 	Absinthe green, violet, yellow
Animal 	Pit viper/Warhawk
Song 	Huffin' Muggles (Cherry Poppin' Daddies) Very NOT clean
Character 	Character
Age 	28 dy/25 hy
Gender 	Female
Orientation 	Trans, Heterosexual
Occupation 	Artist
Tribe 	Silkwing
Goal 	To live
Residence 	Jewel Hive
Relatives 	Silkwing parents- not important. Her brother Nemo is very important, he hates her but tries to help her anyways
Allies 	Nemo
Enemies 	Hivewings, almost everyone
Likes 	Knowledge, honesty, art,
Dislikes 	Liars, ignoramuses, Hivewings
Powers 	Very good at art, she knows truth from lies instantly
Weapons 	Hatred, fury, claws and teeth, silk, maybe
Love Interests	none, well, maybe Jacques...
Quote 	"Nemo... Nemo, are you okay...?"
Appearance
"Please, just let me draw. My art needs life. I wish... I don't know what I wish."
(Calypso, Absinthe, if you're reading this, this is the truth. I'm sorry. ~Nemo)
Day three of Absinthe. She's refused to eat. She called me Nemo this morning, so she's... getting better, I think. Her lanky frame is yet skinnier than usual. I'm her ****** brother, she better remember that. Why can't we be the same way we used to? Why, why, WHY did she do this to us?
She's dejected. Her eyes are more expressive than usual, although it's more her eyebrows now. Her neck is held low. I know the look. I used to use it whenever she showed up.
Her scales still aren't the same verdant, seafoam green. She made a mistake, and now she has to pay for it. The purple haze thickened around her soul, again. The scars from her encounter with the Hivewings have opened up again, I think that was... never mind. Never mind anything to do with the *****, she's not...
She'll get better, I think. Her chest is beating normally again, her scales are plumping out a bit. She'll get better, only to poison me again.
She looks full of regrets.
The little yellow flower-like tips on her underbelly and wings aren't healthy yet, I don't think they will be for a while. The freckled pattern on her wings seems more brownish yellow than usual. Her peacock markings are darker purple than normal.
...She really, really made a mistake with the art. Her eyes are purple now, I don't know when the change happened. The purple haze in her soul grows stronger. I pray to Clearsight she'll be OK. One of her dark green horns got twisted in the fight. Darn ***** of a sister.
Still murmuring sounds. Indraconic grunts. She and I are alone. I can see it in her.
Oh, who am I kidding? I hate her, I do. I just... she just... never mind. She destroyed us, and I don't even hate her enough to leave her side. 
Nemo~ 3rd moon, 618 AC (After Clearsight)
Personality
"Liar. I hope you know what you've done. Liar. Liar."
Day 4 of Absinthe. 
First things first: I detest her. She has a vile personality. And yet I love her. And yet I hate her. How bloody **** like us. Today she called me a *******. She's feeling better.
Her eyes are paling. She'll live, perhaps blind  though. I remember how when we were kids she (then he) would point out the furthest tree on the plains and scream at me about her good eyesight. Always looking for a way to be better. To be the best. It was her pointless, little, stupid bloody obsession. The fastest flyer, the best artist, the quicker runner. She would rage if she wasn't best. She would draw for hours, often portraits of doom and madness, until I let her win. Pretty shallow. She was 3 or 4 then, we let it slide.
We shared a siblings' bond. We knew eachother, our emotions, hopes, and dreams, and we also knew our evil. We were two, trying to be good, trying to be siblings and stick together.
She hated people, always looking for the truth behind every word. From a young age I knew she was evil. She'd yell at Hivewings, threaten them with death, make rude comments for no reason, among... other ...things.
How did we know she was evil, you may ask? I... I know I am evil, buried inside me. And we are the same dragon, except I have more self control, and... just... spilling her feelings to me every night probably didn't hurt. Such a talker. She wouldn't hurt a fly with violence, but words? She'd try.
She knew more than we did. Vengeance ran in her blood, just like mine, but stronger. Darker. She'd spit out her words, long, elegant words like wine gone bad... before... before. Oh gods, before it all. We were siblings. Before she hurt for my sake, killed for my sake, almost died for my sake. Why would anyone die for me?
She wasn't all bad. She would die for me. She almost did. She had a great singing voice, sweet and mellow. She always tried to improve herself. She wanted to be good. And that's... that's what mattered.
She knew how most dragons were feeling at a glance. It was no supernatural power, jut years of attention. She could use that gift for good. She would, generally, but for our good, not theirs. As she got older she almost became more nuanced, dealing with her swinging moods was something to do with emotionless caution, but you had to be blunt at the same time.
She's having trouble speaking now, too, though I'm not sure how much of that was a claw in the throat, or how much was choice. If she doesn't speak, we might heal. Or we might not.
We let her purge her evil on her art. We were fools. If she was a bloody monster than at least she wouldn't be a broken machine, filled with ideas and truth and lies and trying to stand on two talons.
Bloody liars we all were. I miss when we were shallow young kids, who didn't tear apart families and make drama out of nothing.
She had the family talent, the gift to tell truth from lies that ran down the bloodline. Sh used it with little caution. She saw through all the lies the Hive fed us.
...All of them. And that was the problem. She was... angry.
Nemo~ 4th moon, 618 AC (After Clearsight)
History
"Why can't I see?"
My mother was dead for defying the Hivewings. My father, dead for getting his revenge. We barely knew them, but tears flow the way that only tears do. I grew up alone with newborn Absinthe, until I met Calypso. Calypso, the kindest Hivewing in Jewel Hive, and probably the smartest dragon, period. Until Absinthe.Until she... decided... to tear us all apart, like leaves off the same tree.
It felt bad at first. She didn't know what Calypso and I were doing. She didn't know we truly loved each other. She was afraid Calypso was a Hivewing like the others- arrogant, selfish, paranoid. Funny how those were her own personality traits. Funny how she used em', all the **** time.
Calypso laid a nest of our own. I was relatively young then, 23? I don't know. We had Cicada, the only egg that hatched safely. Our luck was cursed. Calypso left me, strengthened Absinthe's fear of love and of life. I'm sorry, Absinthe, if you're reading this. Cicada left us at age 5, fed up with Absinthe. Fed up with Absinthe? What kind of dragon... Evil. Another little bit of evil.
I think the ****** truly loved me. At least at first, Absinthe did. She cussed a lot, we were the same there. Not around our parents, of course. We had more in common than our green snouts and eyes, and penchant for foul language. We were twins. We had the same evil, but I never let it out.
But then she changed. We noticed something in her, a toxin, a sickness, an abscess. Jealousy of the Hivewings, probably, jealousy, and hurt. She was evil, she had been all along. But something changed and brought that to the surface. She knew we were evil, too, beneath all our kindness and love, and could see the tiny lie when we said we loved her. Evil. More evil. Her evil started wearing on me. It still does. I hate her.
She was evil, so we gave her a pencil instead of a talon, and paper instead of flesh. We didn't want her to be a monster, cursed like so many others. This being Jewel hive, she'd draw for hours, all monochrome purple, and sell it for many scales. I felt something close to pride for her art.
She tried to kill me, once. Her lanky form was not built for death. It almost worked. Poison was very much like her toxic personality. She slipped it in my water after a long day pampering the Hivewings. You could see pain on her face, I knew something was up. I suspected the food and drank the water. I was on deaths door, when she saved me. With an antidote of sorts, that was for her in case she made a mistake. Doesn't change the fact the bloody sister tried to tear Cicada and I apart... by killing me???
The evil was in her, but we just gave her more pencils. More evil. She tried to kill me when she tried to love me. Death, hatred, vengeance, it ran through her soul like blood. Ugh. I don't know if I can write any more.
She threw herself into her art, bound herself to her art so as never to harm me again. It worked for a while.
Whatever she drew seemed to be almost real. It swirled, effervescent, out of reach and yet more beautiful than any art of the Hive. Her art was lucid, transparent, never ending, beautiful. It reflected both the good and evil in her heart.
Until the day she drew herself, something that was forbidden for the lowly Silkwings of Jewel hive. They... they took her away. They tried to take me, but the idiot saved my life. She took a claw in the throat, a barb in the back, for me... She came back different. She asked the wrong questions. She needed to know what it meant to be evil, to be a force of hatred. She needed to ask why they had done it to her. More evil. She needed to know what it meant to be evil, and if she had to be evil.
She needed to ask why they had taken away her sight so she couldn't draw. Why they would be so cruel. She didn't ask those questions, and her suppressed evil, her mind ate her from the inside out.
She tried to hurt Cicada to make me angry. She's beyond murder now, but not pain. She tried to make us feel by hurting. She failed. Evil, evil, bloody **** ****** evil. She's no bloodbath monster, but not innocent. She tries to be good. She tried. Oh, she tried...
More yelling after that. Cicada had jumped around home for years, but she left after that. Angry words. Many angry words. But Absinthe, oh, poor Absinthe. Why can't we just not hate, Absinthe?
It was first moon of the new year when her lifeless form fell into my arms. Perhaps it was the drink, or maybe the Hivewings had stabbed her again. I suspect the latter. I cussed, and cried, and yelled about how much I wished I hated her. I wish I hate her. She had a heartbeat, barely. I could feel it on her neck, beneath those rough scales. Maybe when she wakes up again, she'll keep trying to be good. Maybe, she'll keep trying.
She saved me. Twice. She tried. I just hope she keeps on trying.
Oh, I cried. And I hurt. And I ran my claws over her half-dead body and hoped she'd be okay. And I took it upon myself to nurse the **** ***** back to life. I still don't know if she deserved it.
...I hope so. I... I... hope. 
Nemo~ 5th moon, 618 AC (After Clearsight)
Relationships
Nemo: (Positive) He is my brother. I need him. Don't let him go. He needs me to stay good, I need him to stay alive. Don't let him go. Please. Please. I love him. We saved eachother. I hate him. Two sides of the same coin.
Calypso: (Negative) I am jealous of her, jealous, jealous, stupid Hivewing. She did this to me. She filled me with hatred, no matter who kind she was. Kind didn't do us any favors. She abandoned Nemo because of me. Just hearing her name brings up too many bad memories.
Jacques: (Positive) He. I liked him once, an artist like myself. Perhaps I loved him, perhaps not. He was kind and brave, but I don't love him like I do Nemo. And there's no way he'll love me back, a blind artist.
Gypsy Moth: (Negative) He ******* stabbed me! I hope he dies. In a fight. With a lowly, ignorant... Silkwing. Spit on him. **** hivewings.
Cicada: (Negative) I liked my niece, once upon a time. She was a hero to 
me, proof that dragons who belonged to more than one tribe could exist. Proof that love was possible. It wasn't. She let me down. I hope she stays gone.
Absinthe~ 5th moon, 618 AC (After Clearsight). Found Nemo's little project. Did some editing. It's still... true, though. ****.
Trivia
Nemo- Her best piece was of some rich Hivewing. Her art was at its best filled with hatred and evil.
She's not misunderstood. She's not the bloody killer stereotype either. Sure, she's troubled, but she's not mentally ill, just trying not to be evil and drastically failing.
Cicada- She helped me with school. She was horrible, but she was smart. She didn't really make me leave... well, she did.
She loves bugs, by the way. In particular cicadas. Funny... coincidence?
Calypso- Oh Clearsight, her. Yeah, I know she's his sister, but still... she hated me. A lot. I kind of miss seeing her, when she was young she'd give me hugs. All her scales were yellow then, I think, they changed in metamorphosis.
Celestial- (hehe, let's just casually pretend I'm not here and that this is canon, whatever that is. Heck canon.) Well, let's see. I want to break cliches, I want to use a piece of art, and the name Absinthe sounds cool. OK, then...
I wrote from the brothers perspective because, why not?
Oh, and she specializes in drawing scavengers. Dragons bore her.
Almost everything bores her, to be honest. Also Nemo was totally not named after everyone's favorite antisocial submarine captain. 
Nemo~ 6th moon, 618 AC (After Clearsight). Asked some of the others' advice on her and this scroll.
Gallery
Absinthe.png|By myself
Absintheforcelestialfyre.png|By MistTheRainSeaWing (thanks so much!)
F6C1FC73-AAAA-434F-B685-28EC2292C13F.png|By VyperTheRainwing <333
Download20200702100418.png|Base by Sangled on Picrew, by XxLazFurryGirlxX
Absinthe.frayfae.jpg|By the wonderful Frayfae! 
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