There was enough, enough of an impression to give her memory just what it needed. The kiss from the first time had given her head something to latch on to, the ball had given her more of a deeper impression for her emotions. It has filled her head with all manner of thoughts once it began to wander back to what was there of her within it.
As Acheron has often put it, this is something that can be hard to achieve. Staying within the chaos of her as something clear and tangible once she feels her heart race a little. That smile. Another thing she wants to keep burned into her memory by that feeling from it at her words. A squeeze is given in turn to the Memokeeper's fingers curling around her own as if in understanding far too well.
Loneliness was something that always follows her. Not a soul dares speak long with her to make an impression and other times she remembered so very little. "Shall I accompany you often then, Memokeeper?" The question was sincere. Sweet even in how she spoke it. "It would be a pity to not have your company more."
Though she did notice her attire was hardly fit for this. Like last time. Acheron must have considered just going in without adhering to dress code until the teasing remark gets her attention with the booths lined up. They were going to need to both have to dress up, that is true. One can change however she pleases any time before the Ranger smiles faintly.
"I don't usually dress up for just anyone," she starts, only letting go of Black Swan's gloved hand once they're in front of the booths. "a sight for the ages, I think, knowing that it will be a first for me." A moment later she steps in one unoccupied booth. The settings weren't hard to work with even for someone like her. Easy to grasp and more before she settles on what she wants to wear. Stepping out, Acheron's change of attire was nothing drastic: a dress jacket of pure white worn over and open to reveal a black dress shirt and tie beneath it, her trousers though nice were covered by heeled boots that go up to her thighs. Surprisingly she had tied back her lengthy hair too. "Is this fine then?" She would hope so, given how out of her depth she is here.
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As Acheron has often put it, this is something that can be hard to achieve. Staying within the chaos of her as something clear and tangible once she feels her heart race a little. That smile. Another thing she wants to keep burned into her memory by that feeling from it at her words. A squeeze is given in turn to the Memokeeper's fingers curling around her own as if in understanding far too well.
Loneliness was something that always follows her. Not a soul dares speak long with her to make an impression and other times she remembered so very little. "Shall I accompany you often then, Memokeeper?" The question was sincere. Sweet even in how she spoke it. "It would be a pity to not have your company more."
Though she did notice her attire was hardly fit for this. Like last time. Acheron must have considered just going in without adhering to dress code until the teasing remark gets her attention with the booths lined up. They were going to need to both have to dress up, that is true. One can change however she pleases any time before the Ranger smiles faintly.
"I don't usually dress up for just anyone," she starts, only letting go of Black Swan's gloved hand once they're in front of the booths. "a sight for the ages, I think, knowing that it will be a first for me." A moment later she steps in one unoccupied booth. The settings weren't hard to work with even for someone like her. Easy to grasp and more before she settles on what she wants to wear. Stepping out, Acheron's change of attire was nothing drastic: a dress jacket of pure white worn over and open to reveal a black dress shirt and tie beneath it, her trousers though nice were covered by heeled boots that go up to her thighs. Surprisingly she had tied back her lengthy hair too. "Is this fine then?" She would hope so, given how out of her depth she is here.