Originally Acheron had every bit of intent to act upon the feeling she felt were she given the opportunity. It almost was like the Trailblazer themselves were her target, her quarry, but it is unknown as to why. She would have focused on them and tried seeing if their uneasy trust within her goes far enough but she has in fact caught on to the Memokeeper as being able to pick out such things. She could have gone hunting for them despite what Aventurine says; so why has she not, that power of hers is capable of it and she is by no means easy to restrain with the way she moves between each part of the dream.
Inferno was not even difficult for her to slay. She knew what he might do had she not and had seen it clearly. His intentions was to blow up Penacony with his children. The children who ran away from the scene at the sight of her doing something quite truthfully impossible. Killing a being that should be immortal. The phase flame was extinguished, she cut it down all without a second thought and he did not revive giving some manner of pointing toward Finality on who blessed her.
She is far kinder than what Aventurine was making her out to be however in general; she has yet to go hunting for the Trailblazer. Then there's her refusal to draw her blade again, her attempts at keeping her abilities back unless she must. It was a mistake attempting to use it on Aventurine but no matter her not being so used to that, she'd figure out something once she finds herself back within the bubbles. Hedonistic pleasures and delights strewn about with her seeming like the only person out of place; their thoughts do cause her to be cautious in how she feels them but they pay her no attention.
The Stellaron Hunter, he was formidable though she managed to defeat him and get away to rethink her next move. Or so she tells herself as something else stays there. The gnawing feeling as glimpses of memory plays about, the Memokeeper's lips soft and warm as they joined briefly. A part of her managed to be strong enough to stay clear in the chaos of her mind.
A feat which none can say they obtained.
There was a feeling in Acheron and it was familiar, familiar eyes, movements following her as she wanders. She knows who it is, that is what the presence tells hers. Her heart tightens, as if a wish has been answered. Although she would not be calling out Black Swan so that she may do as she wishes, even if she so dearly wishes to drink in her warmth. To devour it like sweet pleasures on her tongue beyond what this place has often gave patrons.
That is, until Acheron notices and spots her. The object of her thoughts and her smile as she stands outside the gala with her. What was once glimpses, their conversation and everything makes it's way back within her mind. The Memokeeper. A dance once more as she turns to face her properly followed by a bow before she takes the offered hand. Yes. This was what she wanted. To see her again, fully.
"....it would be my pleasure." She takes this invitation, a stroke of fortune that this had brought out memories that should have been lost in the chaos of her mind. Something that must speak volumes on how strong her feelings must be.
Or maybe, it runs far deeper than Acheron has yet to realize even as she knows, she would be this woman's dance partner for eternity if it meant she could see her more.
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Inferno was not even difficult for her to slay. She knew what he might do had she not and had seen it clearly. His intentions was to blow up Penacony with his children. The children who ran away from the scene at the sight of her doing something quite truthfully impossible. Killing a being that should be immortal. The phase flame was extinguished, she cut it down all without a second thought and he did not revive giving some manner of pointing toward Finality on who blessed her.
She is far kinder than what Aventurine was making her out to be however in general; she has yet to go hunting for the Trailblazer. Then there's her refusal to draw her blade again, her attempts at keeping her abilities back unless she must. It was a mistake attempting to use it on Aventurine but no matter her not being so used to that, she'd figure out something once she finds herself back within the bubbles. Hedonistic pleasures and delights strewn about with her seeming like the only person out of place; their thoughts do cause her to be cautious in how she feels them but they pay her no attention.
The Stellaron Hunter, he was formidable though she managed to defeat him and get away to rethink her next move. Or so she tells herself as something else stays there. The gnawing feeling as glimpses of memory plays about, the Memokeeper's lips soft and warm as they joined briefly. A part of her managed to be strong enough to stay clear in the chaos of her mind.
A feat which none can say they obtained.
There was a feeling in Acheron and it was familiar, familiar eyes, movements following her as she wanders. She knows who it is, that is what the presence tells hers. Her heart tightens, as if a wish has been answered. Although she would not be calling out Black Swan so that she may do as she wishes, even if she so dearly wishes to drink in her warmth. To devour it like sweet pleasures on her tongue beyond what this place has often gave patrons.
That is, until Acheron notices and spots her. The object of her thoughts and her smile as she stands outside the gala with her. What was once glimpses, their conversation and everything makes it's way back within her mind. The Memokeeper. A dance once more as she turns to face her properly followed by a bow before she takes the offered hand. Yes. This was what she wanted. To see her again, fully.
"....it would be my pleasure." She takes this invitation, a stroke of fortune that this had brought out memories that should have been lost in the chaos of her mind. Something that must speak volumes on how strong her feelings must be.
Or maybe, it runs far deeper than Acheron has yet to realize even as she knows, she would be this woman's dance partner for eternity if it meant she could see her more.