As suspected, Acheron's grace tempered by the tempo in battle is excellent in this form. Like moving and following a set rhythm as she stands close to her; the unending black hole within her always there and like something that seeks to devour. She holds it back, within her, the movements a sweet dance as fast paced as this dance together between them is. One would avoid her or often times avoid what was meant to be something dangerous. Hungering, lurking, prowling as it carves apart a path of its own. Embracing both meaningless life and sweet death. It all does that within her, fighting away as Acheron herself clings to the notion that there is something with meaning in living and feeling emotions.
In being alive as she finds this soothing touch, this way they play their game together, as a reminder to herself. She breathes and she's alive. She isn't dead nor would she ever be gone away from the sight of humanity as long as she believes that there is meaning. That in a meaningless existence, that they all would be alive. That the struggle of all around her is worth this desire, this want of hers, to live beyond what was pre-determined no matter the barbed wire around her head. It would be what she might have wanted in the end. That no matter the outcome one of them would be alive.
As for once, she briefly thinks of something: a glimpse, a voice of a girl under the stars as they sat together only for it to fade away as quickly as it came from this gentle reminder. "Thank you, truly, I wouldn't want to ruin it," she smiles, Acheron hardly minding that as what once had appeared is gone. No longer in sight. "especially if we will be doing this more often, Memokeeper."
The question though. Right, she did have business here, but things were far more complicated than just that. Even for an Emanator as much as she says nothing on who blessed her in this moment. She saw no reason to tell anyone, though maybe Black Swan will learn unlike the rest as she finally speaks:
"It's sadly complicated, as you know already, I'm not going to risk making you my enemy no matter my own objectives." She wouldn't risk that to begin with. "Even if it might result in a fight between both sides; I apologize greatly, I would hate to in the end go that far. Nor would I dare try using something that wouldn't work on you."
Her power over words, is what she meant. Since there was a subtle feeling Black Swan noticed the way her words were effecting the Trailblazer.
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In being alive as she finds this soothing touch, this way they play their game together, as a reminder to herself. She breathes and she's alive. She isn't dead nor would she ever be gone away from the sight of humanity as long as she believes that there is meaning. That in a meaningless existence, that they all would be alive. That the struggle of all around her is worth this desire, this want of hers, to live beyond what was pre-determined no matter the barbed wire around her head. It would be what she might have wanted in the end. That no matter the outcome one of them would be alive.
As for once, she briefly thinks of something: a glimpse, a voice of a girl under the stars as they sat together only for it to fade away as quickly as it came from this gentle reminder. "Thank you, truly, I wouldn't want to ruin it," she smiles, Acheron hardly minding that as what once had appeared is gone. No longer in sight. "especially if we will be doing this more often, Memokeeper."
The question though. Right, she did have business here, but things were far more complicated than just that. Even for an Emanator as much as she says nothing on who blessed her in this moment. She saw no reason to tell anyone, though maybe Black Swan will learn unlike the rest as she finally speaks:
"It's sadly complicated, as you know already, I'm not going to risk making you my enemy no matter my own objectives." She wouldn't risk that to begin with. "Even if it might result in a fight between both sides; I apologize greatly, I would hate to in the end go that far. Nor would I dare try using something that wouldn't work on you."
Her power over words, is what she meant. Since there was a subtle feeling Black Swan noticed the way her words were effecting the Trailblazer.