Dancing, midnight rendezvous or rather, perpetual midnight rendezvous given the Golden Hour; time spent likely more with Acheron being watched as she wanders this decadent place of hedonistic pleasures intending on attempting to make herself remember the way around. Had she not, she likely would have gotten lost more often that she'd have enjoyed given circumstances. There was much to do if she were to succeed in the end of it as a woman who is the most unlikely of Emanator's in the way she does not say just who blessed her, who made her into this person who finds herself enchanted by an elegant beauty.
An elegant beauty who luckily would not notice the way her body near wishes she would have been able to feel along her bare hip. Along the muscle she built, the old scars from her travels. The body of a warrior who carries herself strongly and no matter certain other issues; she does not intend to ever stop whether she almost falls or not. Though she is relieved to hear that.
Knowing that she wouldn't take it personally, it helps her. She did want to keep their relationship no matter what Acheron's done as something near and dear to her heart. "Thank you. I do suspect it can happen, just not when it can," her words are soft, at ease with that faint smile of hers. Although she won't be testing that with her manner of compulsions toward others; she can be forceful just as much as she can be gentle with that. "....I like to think that as tiring as it is, that I am doing plenty good."
Or so she tells herself, when in that moment she finds herself dipped by Black Swan she gets reminded. The kiss, their lips so very near as the image flashes back to mind. Her warm breath against the Memokeeper's own lips as she feels that underlying urge to do it again. Kiss this woman and let her mind be free of thoughts only for them to part again once they're back in position.
For that, her arm similarly goes around Black Swan's waist properly. Hand resting on the opposite hip as she feels a compulsion of her own in the way the steps become a little more filled with heat. Energy and a wish to be close in how she starts to lead her. "Maybe later." She does of course mean that, it would be later were she to do it. "If I show you, it would have to be out of sight from others. What I would show you, that is, must be." Since this is not her true body. Not how she truly looks any longer nor would it ever be.
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An elegant beauty who luckily would not notice the way her body near wishes she would have been able to feel along her bare hip. Along the muscle she built, the old scars from her travels. The body of a warrior who carries herself strongly and no matter certain other issues; she does not intend to ever stop whether she almost falls or not. Though she is relieved to hear that.
Knowing that she wouldn't take it personally, it helps her. She did want to keep their relationship no matter what Acheron's done as something near and dear to her heart. "Thank you. I do suspect it can happen, just not when it can," her words are soft, at ease with that faint smile of hers. Although she won't be testing that with her manner of compulsions toward others; she can be forceful just as much as she can be gentle with that. "....I like to think that as tiring as it is, that I am doing plenty good."
Or so she tells herself, when in that moment she finds herself dipped by Black Swan she gets reminded. The kiss, their lips so very near as the image flashes back to mind. Her warm breath against the Memokeeper's own lips as she feels that underlying urge to do it again. Kiss this woman and let her mind be free of thoughts only for them to part again once they're back in position.
For that, her arm similarly goes around Black Swan's waist properly. Hand resting on the opposite hip as she feels a compulsion of her own in the way the steps become a little more filled with heat. Energy and a wish to be close in how she starts to lead her. "Maybe later." She does of course mean that, it would be later were she to do it. "If I show you, it would have to be out of sight from others. What I would show you, that is, must be." Since this is not her true body. Not how she truly looks any longer nor would it ever be.