A lonely existence, even now she finds herself still feeling that. Her head as it is only stays calmed, fixating on Black Swan instead with her heart near pounding quietly. The way the Memokeeper looks at her; she feels as if she had done something right even as her faint hesitation fades. Like she would be as she said, outshining those around them.
However, it's the sight of her twirl and change that causes Acheron to feel breathless. Gorgeous. She couldn't help the way she stares like the other woman is the only thing in her lonely and colorless world worth the attention. The wish to see more of before she snaps back into reality. Her cheeks faintly dusted pink as a reminder to herself to not stare like that for long.
"I would think that should go to you," breathlessly she speaks, her eyes like the void yet not wouldn't dare look away from her. "you're beautiful, truly, if I were to see more of you I'd welcome it." Maybe she lays on a little thick but something about her brings it out.
The desire to see more of her and even his her dreams slowly changed from an empty to void to the Memokeeper. Acheron does however straighten out, arm in arm with her hand taking hold of Black Swan's own gloved one to play this part between them all the better. As lonely as her life has been until they met; she found it to be a necessity that was being challenged piece by piece.
She can behave, she thinks. Hiccups aside from her own memory deciding to flare into something, this won't be hard. "I don't tend to misbehave that often." She did seem awfully considerate. The moment in which she seemed as if she might attack the Trailblazer aside, she was thoughtful enough as well. "Though I might consider misbehaving if it were you wanting something instead."
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However, it's the sight of her twirl and change that causes Acheron to feel breathless. Gorgeous. She couldn't help the way she stares like the other woman is the only thing in her lonely and colorless world worth the attention. The wish to see more of before she snaps back into reality. Her cheeks faintly dusted pink as a reminder to herself to not stare like that for long.
"I would think that should go to you," breathlessly she speaks, her eyes like the void yet not wouldn't dare look away from her. "you're beautiful, truly, if I were to see more of you I'd welcome it." Maybe she lays on a little thick but something about her brings it out.
The desire to see more of her and even his her dreams slowly changed from an empty to void to the Memokeeper. Acheron does however straighten out, arm in arm with her hand taking hold of Black Swan's own gloved one to play this part between them all the better. As lonely as her life has been until they met; she found it to be a necessity that was being challenged piece by piece.
She can behave, she thinks. Hiccups aside from her own memory deciding to flare into something, this won't be hard. "I don't tend to misbehave that often." She did seem awfully considerate. The moment in which she seemed as if she might attack the Trailblazer aside, she was thoughtful enough as well. "Though I might consider misbehaving if it were you wanting something instead."