Acheron isn't very subtle, her cheeks pink and a wish upon her lips to see more, and Black Swan smiles, flattered. She gets flirted with often when she chooses to physically manifest, but most of it feels hollow, or simply a tool that she can employ to leverage her way into gathering more memories. There is something... endearingly earnest about Acheron's regard.
They make their way into the ballroom. It's a beautiful place, this retrofitted theater; balconies line the high walls where people can retreat for a private moment, the stage with its red curtains bears a live band, and where before there must have been seats, there is now a large floor for dancing, lined with tables of drinks and food. It's populated with elegantly dressed people, laughing, dancing, mingling. To Black Swan's eye, beautiful memories are being made, and it fills with her a warmth like a bonfire, the pleasant emotions like sunshine on her skin.
"Well, I'll keep my eyes open," she hums. "If I see an opportunity for to misbehave in service of the greater good, or perhaps just a bit of fun, I'll be sure to let you know."
She gently squeezes Acheron's fingers, smiling.
"Shall we dance, my dear?" Black Swan asks. "You did so impress me the first time; the second time can only be better."
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They make their way into the ballroom. It's a beautiful place, this retrofitted theater; balconies line the high walls where people can retreat for a private moment, the stage with its red curtains bears a live band, and where before there must have been seats, there is now a large floor for dancing, lined with tables of drinks and food. It's populated with elegantly dressed people, laughing, dancing, mingling. To Black Swan's eye, beautiful memories are being made, and it fills with her a warmth like a bonfire, the pleasant emotions like sunshine on her skin.
"Well, I'll keep my eyes open," she hums. "If I see an opportunity for to misbehave in service of the greater good, or perhaps just a bit of fun, I'll be sure to let you know."
She gently squeezes Acheron's fingers, smiling.
"Shall we dance, my dear?" Black Swan asks. "You did so impress me the first time; the second time can only be better."